Fake Marriage To The Richest Tycoon-Chapter 305 - 304: The nightlife of Shengjing

A young girl wearing sneakers strode into Skyward Peak Residence. Because the gate was broken by Shentu Jing and hasn’t been fixed yet, it was easy for anyone to walk in.

"Pretty cutie!" Qin Zhuzhu was surprised to see Jiang Zhaoling there. After Sanya left with Shentu Mingye, she thought she could finally have some peace.

But another ’trouble’ made its way to her instead.

When Shentu Jing noticed Jiang Zhaoling, he quickly turned away and wanted to run but Qin Zhuzhu hook her fingers around his arm and dragged him back. She shot him a look that says ’You can’t escape from the consequences.’

"Don’t call me that!" Jiang Zhaoling growled and sauntered towards them.

Her eyes met with Shentu Jing, lips quivering. Jiang Zhaoling’s breath was shaky.

When news reached her that her first friend and cousin was dead, she felt empty and refused to admit it.

"You guys have a talk. Don’t worry, Sanya is talking to Mingye," Qin Zhuzhu said and then she left to give them space.

It was awkward between them. Jiang Zhaoling wanted to scold and kick Shentu Jing. But she was relief that he was alive and well.

Silence hung over them as neither of them said a thing. When you pretend to be dead for many months and then it turns out that you were alive, it was inevitable to run from the grief, anger and guilt building up in your heart. It was also impossible say sorry to the people who cried over your grave and expect everything to be okay.

"Zhaoling, I’m sorry," Shentu Jing said.

Jiang Zhaoling looked as if she was about to explode. "That’s it? Just sorry?"

What’s with girls? Saying sorry wasn’t enough? He was reminded of his Little Pearl whom would always reject his apologies until he promised or show his heart to her.

Why don’t he use the tactics he used to make Little Pearl forgive him on Jiang Zhaoling? Wait, but those things were only specifically for his Little Pearl.

"Very good, Shentu Jing," Jiang Zhaoling said sarcastically. "You actually faked your death and hid it from me?!"

"If you want to know why, I can only tell you that it was for the Shentu family," Shentu Jing said stoically.

"Let’s have a competition! If you win I’ll forgive you!" Jiang Zhaoling challenged him.

"Okay! What competition!?" The two were full of energy as they yelled at each other.

Meanwhile....

"I want to go back," Shentu Mingye said with a deadpan expression.

Sanya felt like she had been pulling a dead body along with her. Shentu Mingye wasn’t cooperating with her.

"Shentu Mingye, go back where? Home? I don’t know the way, okay? I’m here to take you to lift your spirits and make you happy," Sanya scolded him, looking fierce and domineering.

"I’m happy. No need," he replied without looking her in the face.

Sanya sighed. It was obvious that he was not happy at all.

"Didn’t you wanted me to work for you? Now I can!" She switched to a happy tone and spoke to him.

He ignored her and looked across the road. An ice cream truck stood nearby, and then a cotton candy truck.

Suddenly he sat by the roadside and started crying again. Silent tears fell from his eyes and dropped to the pavement in splatters.

Sanya was freaked out of her mind! "Shit! Stop crying! Someone’s gonna think I abused you!"

Shentu Mingye didn’t stop and he hugged his knees. The look on his face was that of endless sorrow. What in the world happened between the brothers?

"God, how old are you exactly Shentu Mingye? You cry easily! You dumb kitten!" No matter how much she scold him or insult him, he wouldn’t respond.

She wanted to scold and curse him but she was reminded that she was supposed to cheer him up. Then she remembered that Shentu Mingye was many years younger than her.

I must be tolerant to him, right? Elders must learn to be patient with youngsters.

It seems like she had no choice but to resign to fate. She sat beside him and reached out cautiously to rub his back in a lousy attempt to comfort him.

"Fine, fine, fine! If I knew that this would be harder than beating someone up, I wouldn’t have come!" Sanya threw her hands up.

"Since this is no use, then I’ll do it my way. Come on!" She pulled him up roughly and forced him to follow after her.

Sanya took him to a gym and talk to the owner. Then she brought him to a punching bag.

"Here. You want to vent your anger? Imagine this punching bag as him and then beat it up all you want," she pushed the punching towards him.

Shentu Mingye glanced at it weakly.

"Give it a try! Let me wear the gloves for you," Sanya slipped the gloves onto his hands and taught him how to box. After a while, he started to get into it and punched the bag even harder, with more force and vigour. He punched it for a three hours nonstop, sweat pouring down his forehead and entire body.

"Drink this," Sanya stopped him from punching the bag, passing him a bottle of water.

Shentu Mingye obediently did as she said.

"Let me take you to see the nightlife. Not the nightlife of you rich people, my kind of Nightlife,"

She took his hands in hers and pulled him along to an alley. They walked through a few streets, twist and turning here and there until she announced, "Welcome to my world!"

Shentu Mingye lifted his eyes, the bright orange lights of the lanterns reflected in his clear pupils.

"You’re hungry, aren’t you? Try this strawberry tanghulu. And this beef kebab! Come, come!" Sanya introduced him to many foods. Then she bought some and ate with him.

"Eat! Hey, don’t just stare at the food! It’s not for display. Wasting my money if it goes into the dustbin,"