Chapter 22: The Coronation of the Green Cap
If Liang Jinshang hadn’t first glanced at the hair, neither of the two men present would have understood what she meant.
With that look, Shang Yucheng’s expression grew even colder.
He languidly lifted his eyelids and cast a glance at the pink-haired man.
The pink-haired man interpreted that look as, “Are you cheating on me?”
He hurriedly waved his hand, “No, no, Jia Bao and I—oh, no… Liang Jinshang, we’re just friends!”
Shang Yucheng dragged Liang Jinshang along. Pink Hair watched their bodies pressed together, unsure whether to follow or not.
Whether Shang Yucheng was being cheated on, he couldn’t tell, but as for Brother Que… it seemed he was being cheated on by this man named Shang.
“Where is Gong Xueyuan?” Shang Yucheng asked her.
Liang Jinshang acted as if she hadn’t heard.
Shang Yucheng’s strides were long, and her steps were disordered as she struggled to keep up. Suddenly, her foot caught and she fell to her knees, hitting the curb.
Her exposed knees were scraped badly, blood welling up instantly.
Liang Jinshang curled up on the ground, hugging her leg, unmoving.
Shang Yucheng, for all his coldness, still retained some gentlemanly instinct. Before he could crouch to check her injury, Liang Jinshang, furious, shouted, “Just because you’ve been cheated on, you want to take it out on me?!”
He looked at her—her already short shorts, paired with her curled-up posture, created a visual effect bordering on flirtation. He frowned, “Get up first.”
She was in too much pain to move, so he pulled her up forcefully. His large hand pressed against her waist, helping her stand.
Her shirt was short, his hand could feel the skin of her lower back, still cool from the air-conditioned room she’d just left.
But Shang Yucheng was burning.
Restless within.
This woman had come to such a place, cuddling with some little thug, smoking and drinking, acting as brazenly as any wild girl.
Most importantly, she was dressed in a way that attracted more attention than if she wore nothing at all.
The fire that had ignited in Shang Yucheng since he saw her in a man’s shirt still hadn’t subsided.
And now she was saying things about being “cheated on.”
Shang Yucheng couldn’t imagine any other possibility. He bit her ear and asked, “So, you found that scrawny little monkey to cheat on me?”
Even as he spoke, he felt ridiculous.
What was this woman to him now? No matter how many people she slept with, it wouldn’t count as cheating on him.
Yet the flaws of a man—toward the girl he himself had made a woman—created a strange possessiveness.
Even though he no longer wanted her.
Shang Yucheng pushed Liang Jinshang aside, took three seconds to compose himself, and called Gong Xueyuan.
For some reason, she kept hanging up on him. After a while, she sent him a message: she was home, had drunk some sobering soup, and was going to sleep.
Liang Jinshang, awakened from her drunkenness by the pain, stood beside him, openly watching his phone.
Of course she knew why Gong Xueyuan didn’t dare answer his call.
What was even funnier—she saw Gong Xueyuan send another message after a while, asking Shang Yucheng if he had Liang Jinshang’s contact.
In fact, Liang Jinshang had only briefly used that screenshot as her profile picture before adding Gong Xueyuan as a friend, then switched it back. Other than Gong Xueyuan, probably no one else had seen it in that fleeting moment.
She was planning to use that video for something big, so she couldn’t let anyone see it so easily.
She hadn’t expected Gong Xueyuan to be so easily frightened, like a startled bird—hard to imagine she’d dared to play such games.
Shang Yucheng heard Liang Jinshang laugh softly beside him, “Mr. Shang, do you want to add me back on WeChat?”
Shang Yucheng replied, “There’s no need.”
Liang Jinshang whispered, “Alright then.”
She’d originally thought to change her profile picture again, to give Shang Yucheng a chance to mentally prepare.
Since he felt there was “no need,” she’d wait until their wedding day, let everyone see it together.
Make his coronation as the cuckold even more grand.
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Because Liang Jinshang had fallen, Shang Yucheng’s plan to find out Gong Xueyuan’s whereabouts and leave was interrupted.
He had to take her to the hospital first.
While the emergency doctor treated Liang Jinshang’s wound, she didn’t utter a sound. Even the doctor was amazed, “It’s rare for a young lady to be so unafraid of pain. With your boyfriend accompanying you, shouldn’t you shed a few tears to make him worry?”
Shang Yucheng, hearing this, suddenly recalled that Liang Jinshang truly never cried.
Even on those occasions when he’d pushed her too far, and later applied medicine—he himself thought he’d gone overboard.
But she’d never pleaded for mercy with tears. Though perhaps begging would have made things worse.
Liang Jinshang, hearing no denial from Shang Yucheng, calmly explained, “He’s not my boyfriend.”
Shang Yucheng hadn’t meant not to deny it, but he was momentarily distracted, and she spoke faster than he could.
With her words, he was more certain—she was deliberately keeping her distance.
She was dressed so boldly tonight, yet behaved with perfect propriety.