Chapter 13: Feeling Something Is Not Shameful

“Y-You… how do you remember my details so clearly? That’s so creepy!”

Zhao Zhenzhen looked at Shen Xing in surprise, her eyes filled with visible disgust.

“Cut the narcissism. It’s natural for me—photographic memory. Don’t you know that when a person with a disability loses one sense, the others become heightened? Anyway, getting off track.”

Shen Xing explained briefly, then quickly steered the conversation back.

“So what exactly do you want? To expose me?”

Zhao Zhenzhen dropped her facade, speaking much more directly now.

“Don’t pretend you don’t care. I know very well you’re terrified inside. Maybe you’re not too concerned about your own safety, but you definitely can’t stand being a burden to your mother. I’ve studied psychology quite a bit; I roughly understand your feelings toward Zhao Sujuan.”

Shen Xing relaxed on the sofa, smiling as he spoke.

“If you disagree, you can leave right now. Since you fear nothing, there’s nothing left to discuss, right?”

Zhao Zhenzhen clenched the hem of her clothes and turned to Shen Xing, snarling through gritted teeth:

“So beneath it all, you’re such a despicable scoundrel. Everyone here has been fooled by you! I admit it—I love my mother deeply. As long as you don’t harm her, I can agree to certain conditions, but you must keep your word! And give me a deadline!”

Shen Xing shook his head.

“You speak as if you have a point, as if I can’t refuse, but I refuse everything. You still haven’t realized the predicament you’re in. To put it simply: your lives—yours and your mother’s—are in my hands. And you’re bargaining with me? Do you even have that right?”

Zhao Zhenzhen’s face turned pale, her weakened body suddenly swaying.

Just thinking about what might happen to her and her mother after this made her tremble uncontrollably.

“Of course, don’t be too scared. I’m no devil. As long as you obey, don’t harbor rebellious thoughts, and do as I say, your mother’s life will be spared. As for you, don’t despair. If you work for me, you become mine. Do well, and you won’t be without benefit.”

Shen Xing leaned over, draping an arm around her shoulder, gently embracing her as a form of consolation.

Zhao Zhenzhen sighed, choking up as she said:

“What choice do I have left? I never imagined you were so ambitious. Knowing this, forget it… you win. Whatever you say goes. What’s the first thing you want me to do?”

Shen Xing pulled out his phone, a warm smile appearing.

“Time’s short. Mind taking some photos? Very revealing ones.”

Zhao Zhenzhen’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“Are you serious? No, you can’t be some kind of pervert! Why would you want me to take such embarrassing pictures?”

Shen Xing replied matter-of-factly:

“For what else but a double insurance? What if you suddenly kill yourself? Wouldn’t I suffer a loss?”

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“Taking these photos will stop me from killing myself? What kind of logic is that?”

Zhao Zhenzhen was thoroughly puzzled.

“Don’t question it. I have my reasons. Also, I must warn you: I hope that was the last time you challenge me like that. From now on, when I give orders, you’d better follow first and ask questions later. Because I won’t always be as patient as I am today.”

Zhao Zhenzhen curled her lips but had no choice but to submit to Shen Xing’s dominance.

Soon, garments fell softly one by one, revealing the girl’s pure and flawless form.

Shen Xing wasted no time and started shooting immediately.

He directed her to strike various poses as he took the photos.

Zhao Zhenzhen blushed deeply, her entire face flushed.

By the time they finished, the look she gave Shen Xing was indistinguishable from how one would look at a pervert.

Yet, inwardly she had to admit that this vile tactic actually worked.

Now that those photos were in someone else’s hands, before they were completely destroyed, Zhao Zhenzhen would never allow herself to die.

“Shen Xing, can I ask you something?”

Zhao Zhenzhen was nearly dressed, pulling on her last thigh-high stockings.

Shen Xing was busy organizing the photos into a password-protected electronic safe, casually responding:

“Go ahead.”

“Are you a beast?”

“Hey? How rude. I’m your opponent,” Shen Xing said, raising his head in surprise.

“When you were taking the photos, I saw that… that you were aroused. Don’t you think that’s absurd? Bullying me like this and having that reaction—are you even human?”

Zhao Zhenzhen frowned seriously, cheeks flushed.

Shen Xing was taken aback, and the next moment his face reddened.

“You misunderstood. I had to pee badly. To me, you’re just some childish blonde girl. There’s no way I’d have any interest in you.”

Clearing his throat, Shen Xing playfully explained.

Zhao Zhenzhen hadn’t planned to argue further after her insult; after all, such a topic was always disadvantageous to her.

But unexpectedly, Shen Xing outright denied it.

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That only fueled Zhao Zhenzhen’s anger.

Coupled with all the resentment built up since entering the room, she steeled herself and charged at Shen Xing, kissing him outright.

Shen Xing instinctively tried to push her away, but she clung on like a madwoman, refusing to let go.

She pressed him forcefully against the wall.

Seeing this, Shen Xing stopped resisting.

Though Zhao Zhenzhen’s kissing skills were unrefined, purely instinctual, they carried the sweet innocence unique to a first kiss.

Overall, the experience was surprisingly pleasant.

Shen Xing gradually closed his eyes and began to immerse himself in the moment.

After an indeterminate time, he suddenly opened his eyes.

Zhao Zhenzhen still held him tightly.

“So this is what you call feeling nothing? Shen Xing, as a man, can’t you be honest?”

Shen Xing was stunned, then realized after two seconds that Zhao Zhenzhen had used her own way to expose his lie.

“You’re the crazy one! I’m not bothering with you! Time’s almost up, get out!”

Seeing Shen Xing avoid the topic, Zhao Zhenzhen felt certain her intuition was right.

The oppressive gloom Shen Xing had cast over her finally lifted a bit.

She deliberately bent slightly, lifted her face, and looked at him challengingly:

“You clearly like someone with my personality but won’t admit it. I don’t know who’s more childish… But let me warn you, don’t fall too hard. You’re not my type. Even if you desperately use dirty tricks to get my body, you’ll never have my heart. Hmph!”

Declaring her victory, Zhao Zhenzhen walked briskly out of the room.

Shen Xing stared at the closed door, utterly speechless.

“At this age, girls care most about their own charm. Once they prove their allure, everything else is forgotten. Having someone like her work for me feels like a risky decision.”

After half a minute, Shen Xing opened the door, walked down the corridor, and returned to Tang Xue’er’s room.

In a fleeting glance, he saw Zhao Zhenzhen standing respectfully in the hallway, head lowered, unsure whether she was sad or secretly amused.