Chapter 20

◎ Who is willing to be played ◎

When Chen Jing'an realized that Shen Lie was a psychopath and she couldn't play with him at all, her emotions dissipated as quickly as they came.

It's like a dimensionality reduction strike.

A feeling of frustration and powerlessness as a mantis uses its arms as a chariot, hitting rocks with pebbles.

But she is not willing to give in, she is really not willing to give in, who is willing to be played with?

Shen Lie allowed Chen Jing'an to do it. There was a huge disparity in physical strength between men and women. There was no strength, no pain or itching. She finally gave out her strength, her eyes were wet and her eyes were red, and she could only stare at him with gouging eyes. Shen Lie held her hand, spread her fingers apart, and saw the crescent moon marks on the palm, and the fingertips seemed to be brushing against each other.

He looked at the thin calluses on her fingertips with great interest, the result of years of plucking the strings. He seemed to be able to imagine Chen Jing'an, a six-year-old piano student, struggling to hold on to the pipa. Her young fingers were cut by the strings, and they were still a little bit numb. He pursed his lips stubbornly and remained silent.

Of course it hurts.

But after the pain has passed, the wound has healed and a thin callus has formed, and everything will be fine.

"I really don't know when I will get tired of it. What I can answer you is, not now, and my interest is still unabated."

Shen Lie met her eyes, felt her hatred, pulled his lips, and his tone remained normal.

"Don't do anything when you're angry from now on. If you don't hurt anyone, you'll hurt yourself. If it doesn't work out like last time, you can take your pick in the kitchen."

Whatever she wants to play, he can continue to play with her.

He has the time and energy.

If you speak clearly, you will no longer have unrealistic illusions. Shen Lie gently rubbed the top of her hair: "It's getting late, go to bed early."

As soon as he left, Chen Jing'an was left unable to lean against the wall, her body shaking uncontrollably.

For several nights in a row, Chen Jing'an did not sleep peacefully.

She didn't know what she should do, so she typed Shen Lie's name into the search engine in vain. There wasn't much personal information about him. He was very smart, and his life path was remarkable at every stage. After graduation, he joined the family business. Take power. During his time in power, he made several influential acquisitions, which were controversial from the beginning and received mixed reviews later.

No matter how big the controversy was, it never affected his decision-making and direction.

The Shen family has deep roots, luxuriant branches and leaves, and is top-notch in all walks of life, but without exception they are low-key and restrained. There have been no major scandals. Perhaps they have been suppressed completely.

Class is an insurmountable gap.

She has nothing and has no chance of winning in this game.

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After finishing work, Shen Lie asked the driver to drive to his second uncle Shen Xiaocheng's residence. He knew that his second uncle didn't call him there for no reason. It was probably a request from a loyal person who wanted to give him a few words of advice.

The relationship between their father and son is not good, and if they have anything to say, it will be conveyed by the second uncle.

Shen Xiaocheng has no interest in doing business. He has the temperament of a scholar. When he was young, he published a book and translated several poetry collections. When he got old and retired, his interest became his main business. He had to write in the study every day. Hours of writing. When Shen Lie passed by, he was still in the study.

"Come and see, how do I write this?" Shen Xiaocheng saw him coming, finished writing the last stroke, and called him over.

Shen Lie came over and wrote two words in strong handwriting - Suitable.

"Second uncle, you know that I don't know calligraphy. You ask me?"

Shen Xiaocheng put down his pen and smiled: "Why can't I ask you? Besides professionalism, there is also aesthetics. Isn't it clear whether it looks good or not?"

"It looks good, second uncle." The handwriting is getting better and better." Shen Lie smiled faintly, somewhat deliberately trying to fool him. Shen Xiaocheng heard this and pointed at him and laughed.

"Last time I asked you how you were, I pretended to ask who it was, and in the blink of an eye you had him by your side. I also told your father that she is a good girl, from a well-educated family, and has a clean financial background."

Shen Lie helped Grinding with an inkstone, without raising his eyes, he whispered: "His old man is quite well-informed."

"Is it your father who is well-informed or is it because you make too much noise? The Su family is well-known after all. For a girl, it's worth getting so angry. "

It's just a joke."

"You think it's a joke, but I'm not complaining about it." Shen Xiaocheng pointed at the table, "He's not a teenager. Not sure what to do and what not to do?"

Shen Lie lightly closed his eyelids.

"Appropriate, appropriate, don't pay attention to what you do in a certain way?"

Shen Lie remained silent.

Shen Xiaocheng thought it was more or less the same: "It's okay to have fun, but don't go too far. She is Zhou Zhengqing's little apprentice after all. The ending will be cleaner and both parties will look better." "

Who said it was fun?" Shen Lie asked. Eyes, asked slowly.

"Is it possible that you are serious and really plan to marry this little girl?" Shen Xiaocheng laughed angrily.

"It's not impossible."

Shen Xiaocheng's expression changed, and he even wanted to slap the handwriting on his forehead, asking him if he could read or not, and if he knew his last name.

Once you become the master of the Shen family, you can truly be your own master.

Seeing that Shen Xiaocheng was so angry, Shen Lie didn't hand over the tea and said calmly: "Look, how can I get so angry after teasing you just a few words? Those who approach the ink are evil. You should stay away from my father in the future." Let's meet."

Shen Lie left. Before he left, he asked for the calligraphy and asked someone to frame it. He hung it up in his office and read it day and night to warn himself not to talk or do anything. Transcendence.

"You little bastard!"

Shen Xiaocheng laughed and scolded, not knowing who he was following this temper.

-The

performance time was getting closer, and Chen Jing'an had to cheer up to practice. During the group practice, her senior sister Zhong Xin noticed that she was not in good condition, and thought it was because of the breakup. She held her hand and comforted her: "It's because he doesn't know how to cherish it. You don't know how to cherish it." Good girl, there will be things he will regret in the future."

"Xiao An, if the old one doesn't go, the new one won't come."

What Zhong Xin didn't know was that the new one would come so quickly.

Chen Jing'an still practiced over and over again. Zhou Zhengqing returned to school after recuperating for many days to continue teaching. Considering his health and age, the school had given some of the courses to other teachers. He called Chen Jing'an to practice in front of him.

He only played half of it, but Zhou Zhengqing angrily told him to stop.

To Chen Jing'an, he has always been a benevolent teacher. Half of the reason is that he has lost his temper a lot as he got older, and the other half is that Chen Jing'an has always made people worry-free. When he teaches her, she will often give a 12-point answer for 10 points. , with spirit and hard work, he has no dissatisfaction.

But he was very dissatisfied today.

"Have you listened carefully? I have only skills and no soul. This is what I usually teach you? All I hear is sadness, misery but not magnificence. Xiang Yu is the overlord of Western Chu, not a defeated battle. A hypocritical coward."

Chen Jing'an was criticized in silence.

Zhou Zhengqing frowned and said no more. He just said "You can figure it out yourself" and left.

Chen Jing'an continued to read history books, read relevant information, and even watched movies and TV series, studying it bit by bit. During the Chu-Han War, Xiang Yu besieged Gaixia, "The Han has been lost and fell to the ground. Amid the sound of disaster on all sides, the king is exhausted, how can a humble concubine survive?" This is the spirit of someone who would rather commit suicide by the river than live in an ignoble way.

Sad, but more than sad.

The depression that cannot be relieved by reality seems to be mixed into the music, and she vents it to her heart's content in the playing and chanting. Her emotions are full of emotions, until all her energy and physical strength are exhausted. She sits on the piano stool and breathes hard, like a fish. , desperately sucking in oxygen.

The scene in front of her eyes gradually changed from the bleak Wujiang River to indoors, with lights covering her thin shoulders. Ruan Ling called her and asked her what to eat for dinner. After confirming that it was in the cafeteria, she hung up the phone and silently put her pipa in her bag. , after collecting things, walked out of the room with the bag.

Outside the room, it had already darkened.

At night, her lower abdomen hurt. When she went to the bathroom, she found that her aunt, who was always punctual, had arrived a week early. She went to get sanitary napkins.

Her aunt had never been unwell, but this time she was abnormal. Her abdomen was twisted. She took the ibuprofen handed over by Ruan Ling and it was relieved.

Shen Lie knew that Chen Jing'an's performance was coming soon, so he gave her enough time to practice. The two of them called and gave Shen Lie's private number. There was not much they could talk about. There were no other topics about performance practice and things at school. They ended with a few sentences. , each other’s attitudes are somewhat business-like.

So when Chen Jing'an received Shen Lie's call, he thought it would be like the previous few days, with a few words of lukewarm ending.

On the other end of the phone, it was indeed Shen Lie's voice. Without asking her where she was, he said directly: "I'm outside your school. Come out."

In a habitual commanding tone.

He has already arrived, which means that there is no room for negotiation on this matter. It is not up to her whether to go or not.

Chen Jing'an didn't feel so uncomfortable. When she got up from the bed, Ruan Ling stopped her and said, "You tell him you're comfortable and you won't go. I've never seen such a bully. Does he know he cares about people?"

"I It's okay."

Chen Jing'an smiled, "It's really okay."

Ruan Ling was still worried. Chen Jing'an had already put on her shoes. She was wearing the clothes she wore in the dormitory, a loose white T-shirt and a pair of silk wide-leg trousers. , completely dressed up as an ordinary college student, with a beautiful face, but also a different taste. Pure white and clean, with a refined temperament, it can also attract people's attention when walking on the roadside.

Shen Lie's car was still parked in a place with few people.

From a distance, I saw the back of the car under the light of the car, with broad shoulders and long legs, and a figure that held up the suit to be straight and stylish. It was like a character that a skilled painter could outline in a few or two strokes. I glanced at him casually, and I saw him. Can be amazed. Shen Lie held a half-burned cigarette between his fingers, holding a half-burnt ash across his fingers. He tapped his fingers lightly, and the ash fell. The scarlet dot on the cigarette tip disappeared. He raised his head, and the smoke quickly dissipated. .

The closer she got, the slower Chen Jing'an's steps became. She seemed to be observing him, recording all his subtle movements in her eyes.

If she had paper and pen, she could even write down an observation diary, recording that he was superficial but showed no mercy.

From the first time he met Shen Lie, he was always aloof, accustomed to being surrounded by stars, looking down on everything and despising everything.

Chen Jing'an suddenly wanted to know whether there was a living heart beating in that body, and whether he would feel the same pain when he fell down from the top of the pyramid.