Chapter Twenty-Seven: This Man Shows No Backbone!

Watching her in this state, the fire that had barely subsided within Lu Ziyi surged up once more. He reached out and pulled her into his arms.

“It wasn’t just some social event—I only went because I had to. Be good, don’t be angry anymore. I promise you I won’t go again in the future.”

Lu Ziyi spoke with apparent nonchalance, though his true thoughts told a different story. As a young master of the Lu family, he felt entitled to all the pleasures and deference that came with his status. He did care for and cherish Shen Jingrong, but a man’s nature was to stray…

Upon hearing his words, a cold glint flickered in Shen Jingrong’s eyes. It was clear she didn’t believe a single thing Lu Ziyi said. There hadn’t been any business engagement tonight.

“Really? You have to keep your promise,” she pouted, feigning anger in a coquettish tone.

Though she thought little of his assurances, Shen Jingrong was well aware of her true aim: to marry into the Lu family. As for Lu Ziyi… she could turn a blind eye. After all, in a powerful family like the Lus, what man didn’t indulge in a bit of debauchery behind closed doors?

Lu Ziyi’s gaze was drawn to her crimson lips, and he could no longer restrain his desire. He immediately reclined the seat and pressed himself over her.

Soon, the car began to rock with unmistakable intensity, the scene inside growing ever more heated.

Taking advantage of the moment, Shen Jingrong gazed tenderly at Lu Ziyi above her.

“Ziyi, will you really marry me? We made a promise. You can’t just toss me aside like this!”

Lu Ziyi, lost in passion, would agree to anything the woman beneath him asked.

“Don’t worry. I’ll do as I promised.”

“I’ll bring you into the Lu family. Then let’s see if that little wretch Shen Qingli dares show you any attitude!”

He looked at her with a face full of affection, and their passion only deepened.

But just then, an urgent ringtone shattered the charged atmosphere inside the car.

“Damn it! Who the hell is calling? Don’t they know I’m busy?”

As the phone rang incessantly, Lu Ziyi was instantly put off, rolling off Shen Jingrong and cursing the caller.

A flicker of annoyance crossed Shen Jingrong’s face, but she calmly began to dress.

She had assumed it was that woman calling Lu Ziyi, but upon hearing Xie Jinchuan’s name, she immediately pricked up her ears.

“Young Master Lu, we really don’t know who else to turn to right now. What do you think we should do?” came the secretary’s voice from the other end, laden with concern. Lu Ziyi’s eyes were full of impatience.

“Isn’t Xie Jinchuan handling all Lu Corporation’s affairs? Go to him! Why come to me with contracts and partnerships? Where the hell is Xie Jinchuan?”

His angry tone made the secretary frown in silent disdain. What was there for a useless young master like him to shout about? Although she thought this, she didn’t dare show it and softened her voice further.

“Young Master Lu, are you unaware that President Lu is ill and at home? If he weren’t too unwell to manage things, we wouldn’t be disturbing you…”

Xie Jinchuan was ill?

Lu Ziyi frowned; he hadn’t expected that workaholic to fall sick.

“What do I care if he’s sick or not? Get lost and don’t call me again!”

The secretary grew anxious. “But with so many partnerships delayed—when should we—”

Before she could finish, the call was abruptly ended.

She sighed, glanced at the assistants waiting for updates on the postponed negotiations, and said with a rub of her brow, “Let’s push things back three days.”

On the other side, Shen Jingrong had been listening closely to Lu Ziyi’s conversation, quickly piecing things together and hatching a plan.

Feigning ignorance, she asked, “Ziyi, what happened?”

“Nothing really. Xie Jinchuan is sick, and Lu Corporation wants me to handle partnership matters. I can’t be bothered.”

Seeing his impatient expression, Shen Jingrong could not help but curse his stupidity inwardly. Such a golden opportunity, and he couldn’t see it, only showing his annoyance! No wonder he couldn’t compete with Xie Jinchuan!

“Oh, Third Uncle is ill…” she remarked in surprise, then circled her arms around his neck.

“Ziyi, since Third Uncle is sick, the company can’t go without someone at the helm. Why not use this chance to get involved? It’s an opportunity to prove yourself.”

She continued to urge Lu Ziyi to take charge at Lu Corporation. Noticing the hesitation in his eyes, Shen Jingrong pressed her advantage: “Hasn’t Third Uncle always said you’re too young and refused to let you into the company? Now such a good chance is right before you.”

“Ziyi, you should use this opportunity to show your abilities in front of him. After all, you’re the only heir besides Third Uncle…”

Her tone was full of concern for Lu Ziyi, but she was secretly egging him on to seize control of the company while he could.

If Lu Ziyi managed to take charge of Lu Corporation, then—

That little wretch Shen Qingli would have no more reason to show off in front of her!

With this thought, she leaned even closer to Lu Ziyi.

“Ziyi, just think how rare this opportunity is. If you’re worried about lack of experience, I’ve helped my father with company matters before,” she said gently. “I can assist you by your side. Don’t worry.”

Her considerate words finally swayed Lu Ziyi.

He opened his mouth, about to agree, when suddenly memories of Xie Jinchuan’s cunning flashed through his mind, and his excitement deflated.

“What’s the use of me going? Isn’t Lu Corporation still under Xie Jinchuan’s thumb?”

“I’d probably just be putting in the effort for nothing. Forget it.”

He spoke dispiritedly, oblivious to the look of contempt that flickered in Shen Jingrong’s eyes.

Comparing them now, she wondered how she’d ever set her sights on someone so hopeless as Lu Ziyi.

If only Xie Jinchuan were in Lu Ziyi’s place…

The thought reminded her of what Lu Ziyi had just said about Xie Jinchuan’s illness, and a glint of inspiration shone in her eyes.

But before she could dwell on her schemes, Lu Ziyi pressed close once more.

With a wicked grin, he said, “Now that no one’s interrupting, let’s finish what we started.”

Seeing him like this, Shen Jingrong’s disdain for him only grew.

The car began rocking again. The driver glanced back from afar, shook his head in helpless resignation, and his eyes were filled with scorn.