Chapter 110 I am Wanyou (2)_1
"Mm, can I really go?" Shen Jia raised her head, wiped her tears, and looked at Shen Cheng and Wanqian. The banquets they attend are always filled with Beijing’s elite; I’m sure to meet some eligible bachelors! If Shangguan You is going, her status must be significant, right? If I can outshine her, I’ll finally get my revenge and crush her underfoot again! The thought instantly dispelled her gloom. "Will Shangguan You be at that banquet too?" she asked, her voice hopeful.
"Of course, you can. If Shangguan You attends the banquet that day, her status will naturally become apparent. We can decide then how to deal with her. Tomorrow, go pick out a few beautiful outfits. Your aunt and uncle will start their jobs at the Shen Family company." Shen Cheng nodded gently.
"Thank you, Brother Shen Cheng! Sister Wanqian, you two are so good to me! I will definitely crush Shangguan You underfoot again!" Shen Jia exclaimed, then ran upstairs, her tear-smeared face hidden, not wanting anyone to see her in such a sorry state.
"This silly girl." Shen Congming and Duan Mei both chuckled and shook their heads. They chatted a few more words with Shen Cheng before following Shen Jia upstairs to rest.
"Shen Cheng, I’m a little scared," Wanqian said, nestling against him, her voice soft as she watched the family of three disappear at the stairway. Wanyou’s appearance last night had been a nightmare for her. She was frightened, fearing Wanyou would appear before her again tonight. She wasn’t sure she could handle it.
"Don’t be scared. You know the old man’s capabilities," Shen Cheng reassured her, completely trusting him. "He said that whether it’s a real or fake ghost, Wanyou won’t show up again, so she won’t. Rest easy." Embracing Wanqian, he slowly ascended the stairs.
Except for a dim wall lamp still lit on the third floor, the once brightly lit villa plunged into darkness.
On the large bed, Wanqian’s soft body snuggled into Shen Cheng’s embrace. She inhaled his uniquely masculine scent and listened to his strong heartbeat. Despite being very tired, she found herself strangely sleepless, a faint, elusive fragrance lingering in the air around her. When she tried to focus on the scent, it would vanish, only to return sporadically. This made it increasingly difficult for her to fall asleep. The more she tried to sleep, the less she succeeded. Her mind would wander, and Wanyou’s familiar face repeatedly flashed through her thoughts.