Chapter 192: Late Concern—Even a Dog Wouldn't Want It!

In the spacious living room, Shen Yan and Zhong Manshu sat on the sofa with different expressions, separated by a meter.

A dazzling chandelier hung in the center of the ceiling, emitting a bright and scorching light, like a star that had fallen into the mortal world. The light illuminated the faces of the two without reservation, making every subtle change clearly visible.

Zhong Manshu continued to recount her experiences; later, she married Xu Weiguang, who was Xu Weizhou's older brother, and they had a son and a daughter one after the other.

Xu Weiguang was the owner of a garment factory with decent profits, and the family had some assets; if possible, Zhong Manshu wanted to make it up to Shen Yan as much as she could.

Late concern—even a dog wouldn't want it.

Shen Yan sat with his legs crossed, leaning against the sofa, and said in a calm tone, "You should be able to see that I don't lack anything now, and I certainly don't need your help."

He didn't care about the Xu family's assets at all; just a garment factory owner, could they be richer than him?

Hearing that indifferent tone, Zhong Manshu's expression turned desolate.

This child truly had no intention of forgiving her.

Sigh!

Zhong Manshu asked tentatively, "Then... then can I come to see you occasionally?"

"There's no need for that. Since you already have two children, just put more of your energy into them," Shen Yan refused flatly.

Silence!

The atmosphere instantly fell into an awkward state!

Zhong Manshu's lips trembled, her palms clutched the corner of her clothes, and a mist of water welled up in her eye sockets; she whispered, "I know I owe you too much. I don't mean anything else, I just want to be able to see you occasionally."

"But I don't want to have any entanglements with you. I am an adult with hands and feet, and I can take good care of myself. I can understand your choice to start a new life—after all, humans are selfish animals—but please also respect my choice."

Having lived for over thirty years, Shen Yan naturally wouldn't be like those naive children who throw tantrums at will. That would only make him look childish and ridiculous, and it would be meaningless.

So many years had passed; the word "mother" had long since become a blur. To Shen Yan, Zhong Manshu was like a total stranger, with no connection to him whatsoever.

When the conversation reached this point, how could Zhong Manshu not understand Shen Yan's meaning? Clearly, he wanted to draw a line between them.

You did not raise me when I was small, so you are not qualified to appear in my world.

Selfish?

That's right! She, Zhong Manshu, was a selfish person. Having abandoned her child back then, what right did she have now to appear by his side?

Heh!

Zhong Manshu laughed at herself, then took out a bank card and said weakly, "I can see that you are a very sensible and mature child. Seeing that you are doing so well now, I have nothing left to worry about."

"There are one hundred thousand in this card. Although I don't know where you got so much money and you might not even care about it, I hope you can accept it."

Shen Yan let out a soft breath and told her to take the money back. Looking at Shen Yan's unquestionable expression, crystal tears slid from the corners of Zhong Manshu's eyes again.

This time she didn't say anything more; she took the card, stood up, and walked toward the door.

"Click!" The room door opened.

Wu Yue'er's movement to knock on the door came to an abrupt halt, her expression stunned; she naturally wouldn't be unfamiliar with this face.

So... was this a visit to acknowledge a relative?

Not having figured out Shen Yan's attitude, she didn't know how to speak for a moment.

Zhong Manshu looked Wu Yue'er up and down: a melon-seed face as exquisite as a painting, wearing an off-the-shoulder black halter top that revealed her snow-white shoulders and delicate collarbones, and a pair of red-white shorts on her lower body, with long and shapely jade legs.

What was most striking was that tall figure, more than half a head taller than herself. Zhong Manshu had a deep impression of this girl; she was Shen Yan's classmate.

They had met briefly at the elevator entrance last time.

At that time, Shen Yan was holding hands with another girl, undoubtedly a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship. That girl was as enchanting as jade and bewitching by nature, also leaving a deep impression.

Approaching eleven o'clock, a girl dressed sexily running to a boy's house made it hard not to overthink, so Zhong Manshu asked suspiciously, "Little girl, are you here to see Shen Yan so late?"

"The lightbulb at home broke, so I came over to ask if Shen Yan had a spare," Wu Yue'er's expression was a bit awkward.

Zhong Manshu suddenly realized; so the little girl lived right next door.

No wonder!

Hearing the sound of conversation, Shen Yan in the room raised his eyebrows slightly, but he had no intention of getting up. After Zhong Manshu left, Wu Yue'er closed the door, patted her full chest, and looked unsettled.

"Scared the life out of me!"

Wu Yue'er naturally straddled Shen Yan's lap, wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, and asked curiously, "Seeing her eyes all red, did you two have a fight?"

Shen Yan buried his head in that hair, sniffed gently, and said, "What's there to fight about? Forget it, don't mention it. Baby, you smell so good."

Actually, Wu Yue'er was very curious about the content of the conversation, but Shen Yan didn't want to talk about it, so she didn't ask further; as long as Shen Yan's state of mind wasn't affected, it was fine.

A mischievous smile appeared on the corner of Wu Yue'er's mouth, and she immediately kissed Shen Yan's lips hard.

"Damn it! Did you eat garlic?" Shen Yan pushed her away, his eyes looking like they could kill.

Wu Yue'er giggled, "How is it? Does your sister still smell good now?"

Shen Yan pursed his lips, gritted his teeth, and spat out one word: "Fragrant." Then he flipped Wu Yue'er over and slapped her little perky buttocks, which were wrapped in red-white shorts, heavily.

"Ouch! That hurts!"

Wu Yue'er covered her butt and looked at Shen Yan resentfully. Shen Yan said it served her right for playing tricks on him; if she wasn't beaten for three days, she'd be tearing down the roof tiles.

Shen Yan, whose anger hadn't subsided, hit her little butt a few more times. When had Wu Yue'er ever been bullied like this? She struggled to resist.

However, it was of no use.

Her strength was like a mayfly shaking a tree in front of Shen Yan, posing no threat at all.

So Wu Yue'er had to change her strategy, begging for mercy in a soft, sweet voice: "Hubby, I won't dare to do it again. Please don't hit me, okay? My little butt is all swollen."

Shen Yan said he didn't believe it and checked for himself—swollen my foot, it was clearly as white and delicate as white porcelain—then he continued to spank her.

Of course, he actually didn't use much strength at all; he just wanted to make Huniu remember the lesson.

In the past, there was Wu Song fighting the tiger at Jingyang Ridge; today, there is Shen Yan spanking Tiger Girl on the sofa.

Wu Yue'er was disciplined until she had no temper left, begging for mercy in every way, saying, "Hubby, I was wrong, Hubby, kiss me, I'm your little baby, please don't hit me anymore."

She made her voice as sweet and cloying as possible.

Shen Yan just said: "How could Hubby bear to hit you? Does it hurt? Let me rub it for you."

"Mmm..."

Immediately after, the two became entangled once more; Wu Yue'er wanted to kiss Shen Yan, but Shen Yan turned his head away, refusing to let her kiss him no matter what, his lips trailing from Wu Yue'er's cheek, past her earlobe, down her jade-like neck, all the way down...

Wu Yue'er's body shuddered violently, her hands clutching Shen Yan's head as she gasped for air.

It was another night that left much to the imagination!

The bright moon quietly hid behind the clouds, seemingly too shy to be seen.