65: Chapter 65 Screw worldly prejudices

Refusal is refusal.

But Shen Weiyue had to admit, Feng Jiayue had a very good figure.

For a girl like her to go far away for work without anyone protecting her, her family really had big hearts.

His hand was being sat on firmly by Feng Jiayue, and it took a lot of effort to pull it out from that softness.

Feng Jiayue, however, grabbed his hand and pulled it into her embrace, pleading, "Brother Shen, let me repay this favor. I don't like owing anyone, otherwise, I'll remember it for the rest of my life."

"I'm really not that kind of person. The education I received since I was young doesn't support me doing this kind of thing. Please respect me..."

Shen Weiyue felt a bit dry in the mouth and throat. His mind actually wandered back to the absurd, romantic night of his birthday, and his gaze became somewhat dazed.

Feng Jiayue noticed this detail and leaned over, "Brother Shen, don't worry, I don't have any other intentions. I won't pester you. Just let me repay the favor so I can feel more at ease."

"Then you might as well give me money. Just give me one or two hundred, and we'll call it even," Shen Weiyue replied, his conscience pricking him.

"How could that be enough... Besides, I need money more than you do, a lot of money. I need to protect my sister so she can survive in Shenzhen," Feng Jiayue refused.

"Getting a foothold in Shenzhen isn't easy."

"I know, but we have no way back. If it really comes to it..." Feng Jiayue paused, looking at him while gritting her teeth, "I'll do whatever it takes."

"If you say that, are you going to go into the sex trade?"

"If I can't earn money... who can say what will happen in the future? At least I'm clean right now."

"No, if you don't care about yourself that much, why did you fight with him just now?"

"He bullied my sister. Whoever bullies my sister, I will fight them to the death." Feng Jiayue looked at Shen Weiyue passionately, "Brother Shen, you are a good person, and you're good-looking. I'm doing this with you voluntarily."

"Damn it, this isn't a bus heading to kindergarten..."

"What kindergarten? I'm an adult. We're just strangers meeting by chance, yet you were willing to risk your life to help me. You're the only guy I've ever met who is different from everyone else."

...

The bus sped along the road.

The sky outside the window was already bright. Shen Weiyue, who had been pestered the whole way, finally saw clearly that the two sisters were truly beautiful. Their skin, in particular, was exceptional—flawless without any makeup, very fair and tender.

When it was time to eat, the sisters followed him, clearly frightened by the middle-aged man earlier.

So, over the meal, Shen Weiyue got to know their personalities.

The older sister had a spicy, cheerful, and outgoing personality, like a little chili pepper.

The younger sister was weak, reserved, and easily shy, like a sensitive plant.

After eating, Feng Jiayue took the initiative to light a cigarette for him, being incredibly attentive.

"Brother Shen, where are you going after you arrive in Shenzhen?"

"Over in Longgang."

"What a coincidence, we're going there too."

"Oh."

During the casual chat, Feng Jiaxin would occasionally peek at him timidly without speaking, but whenever she met Shen Weiyue's gaze, she would immediately blush and lower her head.

The driver called everyone to board and continue the journey.

The bus traveled through Guizhou Province. Outside the window were nothing but towering mountains and ridges. Looking down from the viaducts that were dozens or hundreds of meters high was enough to make one's legs tremble.

Feng Jiayue was starting to act up again. Just as Shen Weiyue was about to scold her, someone in the front row suddenly and frantically took out a trash bag to vomit.

The disgusting sound made Shen Weiyue feel like he was going to vomit too. Feng Jiayue thoughtfully covered his mouth with her hand first.

He looked at her speechlessly, and she just smiled at him.

"Feng Jiayue, we just happened to be on the same route by chance. Why are you so insistent on having me sleep with you?"

"You are the best person of our age we've ever met. Instead of having my first time be with someone else, I'd rather give it to you."

"I already told you I'm not that kind of person..."

"Just once."

Shen Weiyue closed his eyes and ignored her.

By nightfall, perhaps knowing that they would part ways at dawn, Feng Jiayue started acting even more recklessly.

This little demon was determined to help him cultivate, and Shen-boche felt he was about to lose control.

Fortunately, the sisters would switch seats every so often, otherwise, who knows what kind of trouble this little chili pepper would stir up.

But her actions eventually stirred up Shen Weiyue's longing. He took out his phone again and tapped on that familiar profile picture.

He wanted to see the photos in her QQ Zone, but the system prompted that they were no longer friends and he didn't have permission to view them.

Shen Weiyue froze.

"This is... she deleted me?"

His expression darkened. He tried sending a message, and sure enough, it showed that they were no longer friends.

Cutting ties just like that, deleting just like that.

Wow, how decisive. This woman is so heartless.

Did I, Director Shen, become a disposable consumable?

Shen Weiyue angrily tapped on Liang Muzi's QQ profile picture. Her personal signature had been changed to a lyric from a Xiao Gang song: "♪ My love is plucking off my own wings to give to you so you can fly."

Damn it, what is this supposed to mean?

Hypocritical, watched too many Qiong Yao novels. You don't want deep affection, you prefer playing at masochistic love, right?

Chaotic thoughts surged like a tide. Shen Weiyue felt extremely miserable. Looking at the blurry, dazzling lights outside the window, various scenes flickered like a slideshow.

Feng Jiayue switched seats with her sister again. After sitting back down, she leaned into his ear and said, "Just once. After that, we'll have nothing to do with each other, and we'll be even..."

"Just once, we'll be even. You all think like this... Fine, fine, fine, that's how you want to play, right?"

This time, Shen Weiyue turned to look at her, expressionless. In the alternating light and shadow of the tunnel, her face and hers seemed to overlap, driving him mad.

To hell with morality, to hell with conventional prejudices. You people don't make things enjoyable at all!

"Then don't regret it!"

Feng Jiayue was stunned, nodding subconsciously.

Shen Weiyue grabbed her fiercely, his bloodshot eyes like those of a wild beast.

She suddenly became very frightened, not understanding how he had suddenly turned into a different person.

But in the end, she mustered up her courage and gave a soft "Mm."

...

The bus arrived at the station earlier than expected. Shen Weiyue called his parents to ask them to pick him up a bit later, then said coldly, "Let's go."

Just that one word. Feng Jiayue followed silently behind, while Feng Jiaxin was dazed and extremely confused.

"Sis..."

"Don't ask, just follow."

Shen Weiyue rented two hourly rooms. Feng Jiayue told her sister to get some sleep first; she wanted to go next door to chat with Brother Shen.

So, as soon as she entered the room, she was grabbed and thrown onto the bed.

There was no emotion in his eyes, only extreme coldness.

Even a heartbreaking sense of shatteredness.

...

"As you wish. You don't owe me anything anymore. Go."

A long while later, Shen Weiyue leaned against the headboard like a scumbag, smoking a cigarette. He looked at the messy bed with some disgust, then waved his hand impatiently.

Feng Jiayue could feel his irritation, but seeing his cold aura, she didn't dare ask more, so she silently tidied up her clothes.

As she was about to leave, she looked at him deeply, "Thank you."

She didn't ask for his phone number. People who are slow at studying are naturally prone to feeling inferior; having one night of pleasure was already enough to satisfy her.

Strangers meeting by chance, both guests in a foreign land—everyone has their own different world.

The sound of the door closing rang out. Shen Weiyue turned his head and saw himself in the mirror, feeling as if it were him, yet not him.

"In a dream, I know not who I am; not the moon, not the clouds, not the crane..."

"Tch~ idiot."

He smiled at the mirror.

People, once they lose the shackles of morality, really feel so relaxed.

And the body feels so happy too.