Stolen Moments of Passion

June, Jincheng.

By the time she finished explaining the homework, it was already past ten, and the torrential rain outside showed no sign of stopping.

The butler came in. “Ms. Liang, the guest room is ready. Please stay the night.”

This wasn’t her first time spending the night at the Shang residence, so she was well aware of even the servants’ routines.

She waited until everything outside had fallen completely silent before sitting up and quietly making her way to the third floor.

There was only one bedroom on the third floor, spacious and superbly soundproof—

Very convenient for doing things that might otherwise disturb the quiet of the night.

Barefoot, Liang Jinshang walked over.

Beneath the silk quilt, the masculine body was tall and well-built. Even with his eyes closed, his handsome face could easily make any woman’s heart race.

But Liang Jinshang didn’t look at him; her gaze was fixed on the wedding photo on the wall.

He was striking, she beautiful: yet she only stared coldly at the bride’s delicate face.

She looked for a long time—so long that the man in the bed finally spoke. “Have you looked enough?”

Liang Jinshang sat down at the edge of the bed and asked in a low voice, “Mr. Shang, are you getting married?”

Shang Yucheng curled his lips with indifference, unwilling to answer her question to which she already knew the answer.

The news of the engagement between the Shang and Gong families was so sensational that no one in the city didn’t know. Even at dinner tonight, his fiancée