Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 720: Four Shadows of Rose (4)

Wen Jingheng's force was neither light nor heavy, but it carried an irresistible sense of oppression.

The next second, he grabbed Song Yuesheng's arm, lifted her up, and sat her next to him.

"Stay still." He lowered his voice to a very low level, with a warning tone, "Don't talk, don't move. Do you hear me?"

Song Yuesheng nodded obediently.

But the next second, he suddenly took out a black mask from his pocket, brushed his fingertips across her ear, and put it on her.

The slightly cool fingertips accidentally rubbed her cheek, and Wen Jingheng paused.

Song Yuesheng raised her eyes and met his bottomless eyes.

"Since you insist on not leaving," he said in a low voice, this time with a hint of admonition in his voice, "no matter what you see or hear later, don't panic."

She nodded, but her peripheral vision keenly caught the reactions of other people in the box.

Scarface looked strange, and Luo Ying frowned slightly.

The others exchanged meaningful looks.

It seems... they have never seen Wen Jingheng treat a woman like this.

Song Yuesheng's thoughts were racing.

Since Yan Sui could use the Wen family to threaten the original owner, it showed that the relationship between the original owner and the Wen family was definitely not simple.

...Wen Jingheng’s fiancée?

wrong.

Judging from the time when she was dating Pei Zhaoye, he didn't take any action, so the possibility that she was his ex-wife was greater.

They were still a superficial couple who had only been together for more than a month.

After all, the original owner’s age is there.

As soon as this thought flashed through my mind, the door of the box was suddenly pushed open again.

Everyone's eyes turned to the door.

A woman wearing a black butterfly mask walked in slowly.

She had an elegant figure, her black dress outlining her graceful curves, and her red lips slightly raised under the mask, exuding a dangerous charm.

The three people opposite immediately stood up and respectfully made room for her.

The woman chuckled and her eyes fell directly on Wen Jingheng: "I never thought... that the person behind Qingtang Club is actually President Wen."

Wen Jingheng raised his eyes, his gaze piercing at the woman behind the black butterfly mask like a blade, and a cold arc appeared at the corner of his lips.

"Like no one would have thought that it was you, Su Yutang, behind the butterfly?"

Su Yutang chuckled, and slowly took off the mask with slender fingers, revealing a beautiful but dangerous face.

"I knew Wanwan would make a mistake."

Song Yuesheng lowered his eyes.

The sudden reminder from the system is not boring anymore.

Wen Jingheng's expression did not change. His slender fingers rested on the edge of the wine glass, tapping it lightly with his fingertips from time to time.

"That blue diamond bracelet," he suddenly said, his voice as cold as ice, "you deliberately let it circulate in the Tianque Club. Are you trying to take the opportunity to smuggle jewelry, or... do you have other intentions?"

Su Yutang's eyes flickered slightly, and then she smiled even more charmingly.

"Mr. Wen cares so much about my business?" She leaned forward, her red lips almost touching the edge of the wine glass, "Or... are you afraid that I'll take your cake?"

The two men's eyes met in mid-air, and neither of them showed any intention of backing down.

The others in the box held their breath.

Song Yuesheng sat quietly beside Wen Jingheng, but the corners of his lips were slightly raised under the mask.

She has a beautiful appearance, a wealthy family background, and has influence in the underworld.

Has a relationship with each male protagonist.

Her current aura is not inferior to that of the male lead.

If this woman isn't the heroine, who else could she be?

She thought she had found the heroine of this world.

Time passed by minute by minute, the negotiations lasted nearly four hours, the wine bottles on the table were emptied and filled, but the two sides remained deadlocked.

Su Yutang suddenly chuckled and glanced at Song Yuesheng meaningfully.

"Mr. Wen... doesn't seem to be in good shape today." She tapped her temple with her fingertips. "Is it because of the... beautiful girl next to him?"

Wen Jingheng's eyes darkened and the air pressure around him dropped suddenly.

Luo Ying looked up suddenly.

Su Yutang smiled more happily.

"It seems I guessed it right?"

Wen Jingheng suddenly stood up and grabbed Song Yuesheng's wrist with such force that she almost staggered.

"Since you won't give in, let's stop here."

His voice was cold, and he dragged Song Yuesheng straight towards the door.

Su Yutang did not stop him, but turned to look at Luo Ying with a meaningful smile on his lips.

"Did you see that?" She whispered softly, but every word was heart-piercing, "He would rather have a hostess than you."

Luo Ying's fingertips trembled, and her chest felt like it was stabbed hard, but she still retorted coldly.

"Isn't it the same for Miss Su?"

Su Yutang chuckled: "What I like is... the feeling of being in control."

She shook the glass gently, and the sound of the ice cubes colliding was crisp and cold.

"Like now—"

"The more Wen Jingheng cares about something, the more I want to destroy it."

"madman."

Luo Ying cursed softly, then left without hesitation.

Su Yutang curled her red lips slightly.

Crazy?

She had gone mad a long time ago.

How can you survive if you are not crazy?

Su Yutang drank the wine in one gulp, turned around and ordered, "Go check the information of the woman just now."

The woman's eyes looked too much like someone she hated.

One is enough.

But if she can use it, in the future... a lot of wonderful things will definitely happen.

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Wen Jingheng pulled her wrist very hard, but Song Yuesheng suddenly grabbed his wrist bone with her backhand, forcing him to stop.

"Where are you taking me?" Her voice was deliberately sweet.

"send you home."

Song Yuesheng suddenly exerted force, and Wen Jingheng was caught off guard and turned around.

The mask covered most of her face, revealing only a pair of teasing eyes with the corners of her eyes slightly raised, as if mocking his meddling.

That look again.

Wen Jingheng's eyes suddenly darkened.

From childhood to adulthood, she avoided him like a mouse avoids a cat.

He could count the number of times he had seen her on one hand, and every time she looked at him like this.

Now I don't hide anymore, but...

"Why are you here?" He took a step closer, his warm breath brushing her hair, and lowered his voice to a very low level, "Who asked you to come? Do you know where this is?"

Song Yuesheng did not retreat but moved forward, lightly tapping his chest with her fingertips, feeling the tense muscles under the fabric: "Mr. Wen cares about me so much?"

Wen Jingheng's body visibly stiffened.

Song Yuesheng keenly noticed that his Adam's apple rolled, his breathing became rapid, and the grip on her wrist tightened slightly.

This discovery made her eyes flash with a hint of amusement.

Can’t forget the old love?

"I'll have someone take you back." He said this almost through gritted teeth, but his voice was unusually gentle, "Don't let me see you come to a place like this again."

"Okay." She agreed readily.

Wen Jingheng was startled, and before he could react, he saw her suddenly stand on tiptoe, and through the thin mask, her soft lips brushed his Adam's apple faintly.

"Thank you." Her eyes curved into crescents and her voice was as sweet as honey.

This feather-light touch was like a spark splashing into an oil drum.

Wen Jingheng suddenly pressed her against the wall, with his palm resting behind her head and his other hand tightly clasping her wrist.

"Song Yuesheng!" His eyes were frighteningly dark, but his voice was trembling, "Do you know what you are doing?"

Ouch.

The mask was finally torn off a corner.

"Isn't that what happens between men and women?"

Song Yuesheng rubbed his leg with her knee in an ambiguous way, "It turns out that Mr. Wen is also secretly paying attention to me. Are you not satisfied with the thank-you gift just now? Or..."

She leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Want to play something else?"

Wen Jingheng stared at her intently.

There was the temptation in those eyes that he was used to seeing, but the unfamiliarity in them frightened him.

It was as if she didn't know him.

Don’t…know him?

Wen Jingheng suddenly realized what was happening, released his hand that was holding Song Yuesheng, and took a half step back.

Just then, a burst of hurried footsteps was heard not far away.

A girl wearing a beret and a floral tea dress hurriedly ran around the corner of the corridor, her back looking panic-stricken.

The ambiguity and teasing in Song Yuesheng's eyes disappeared in an instant.

"It's getting late," her voice suddenly became distant, "I can go back by myself. Goodbye, Mr. Wen."

As soon as she took a step, Wen Jingheng grabbed her wrist.

"Where have you been for the past four years?" He said in a hoarse voice, "Who taught you to be like this?"

Song Yuesheng glanced in the direction where the girl disappeared, and a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes.

Time is running out.

She clenched her fist and punched Wen Jingheng in the abdomen.

"Well--!"

Wen Jingheng groaned, covered his stomach and slowly knelt on the ground.

Song Yuesheng looked down at him and said, "This is my nature. No one taught me."

"Wen Jingheng, don't think you know me."

After saying that, she chased after the figure without looking back.

The high heels stepped on the carpet silently.

Wen Jingheng slowly stood up by supporting himself against the wall, his knuckles leaving several white scratches on the wall.

Zhixia is very safe in Ning City, the Wen family’s power is enough to protect her.

But Song Yuesheng is different.

She had resisted everything about the Wen family since she was a child, refused to participate in any activities, and even insisted on taking the exams for school on her own.

The outside world only knows that the Wen family has an eldest daughter, but few people can match that name with her.

Wen Jingheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a sinister look in his eyes.

Was it because of his overprotection that the news leaked out, allowing a traitor to sell her information?

Or... Pei Zhaoye found her and taught her to be like this?