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Chapter 33: Chapter 033 Shen Chi, You Bastard

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Everyone dared not persuade her further. Yes, Shen Chi was about to become Zheng Lin’s cousin-in-law; she had nothing to be concerned about.

It was Xu Chaomu who was stunned, her heart feeling as if it was being torn apart, faintly aching.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and only one sentence circled in her mind, “The President is about to become my cousin-in-law.”

Shen Chi, who was he marrying?

Why did she know nothing about it?

Just as she was distracted, her shoulder turned cold, and with a “rip”, the shoulder of her dress was torn, exposing her fair skin to the air.

“Don’t touch me! Don’t touch me!” Xu Chaomu came back to her senses, struggling and shouting desperately, but to no avail.

Just as a male assistant’s hand touched the other side of Xu Chaomu’s dress, a cold wind blew through, accompanied by a powerful presence!

Shen Chi pushed through the crowd, his tall figure like the King of Asura emerging from the dark night. He looked annoyed as he aimed a kick at Zheng Lin’s male assistant’s chest!

“Who the fuck told you to touch her?”

Shen Chi radiated an icy coldness all over him. His eyes were blood red, filled with the stench of murder.

The other male assistant had no time to react, his hand still holding onto Xu Chaomu’s arm.

Shen Chi lifted his foot, his black dress shoe landing heavily on the assistant’s chest, showing no mercy with his kick!

The two male assistants lay on the ground, wailing in pain. They didn’t dare to stand up and instead crawled away while lying on the ground. The people around them all took a step back, no one dared to speak, and immediately, the bustling ballroom became as quiet as a graveyard!

Shen Chi took off his suit jacket and draped it over Xu Chaomu.

Xu Chaomu clutched his clothing tightly, her large eyes looking at him. His warmth and a subtle scent clung to the clothes. He had protected her, and yet she was unhappy.

Before everyone, Shen Chi lifted her from the ground and held her tightly in his arms.

He stood in front of Zheng Lin, his bloodshot eyes filled with a murderous impulse, darkness intense and bone-chillingly cold.

Zheng Lin was scared into retreating two steps, her face’s burning pain forgotten as a creeping coldness slowly enveloped her.

“I can’t bear to even touch her, and you fucking dare to hit her!”

Shen Chi’s voice was deep and powerful. His shout stunned everyone present.

Everyone was speculating about the girl’s identity, for how could a young girl make Shen Chi lose all his reason.

Such an elegant and mature man, and yet he swears twice for this girl.

The coldness closed in step by step, and Zheng Lin stepped back further and further.

“Brother-in-law, there’s no need— let’s talk this out. I really didn’t know who she is… Please spare me this once… I promise…”

“Get lost!”

“Yes, yes… I’m leaving, I’m leaving…”

Zheng Lin ran out without looking back, stumbling as if chased by ghosts.

The crowd was so frightened that they hardly dared to breathe, all instinctively retreating.

Shen Chi held Xu Chaomu and left the ballroom, heading straight for the underground parking lot.

The parking garage was a bit dark. Xu Chaomu stared at him—was he angry?

Shen Chi lowered his head, meeting Xu Chaomu’s large watery eyes. Her gaze was complex, hard to describe.

He lowered his head and rubbed his chin against her forehead, no longer ferocious. His lips curled into a smile, and in a tender tone, he asked, “Did I scare you?”

She moved her lips but didn’t speak, just looked at him with her large eyes.

She wore light makeup, and her black hair cascaded over her shoulders, presenting a different side of Xu Chaomu to Shen Chi. His throat moved slightly, and he felt an unusual stir of emotion.

“Don’t be afraid, Fourth Brother is here,” he comforted her in a soft voice.

She remained silent, feeling a sour pain spreading around her heart as if a handful of salt had been poured on it.

Shen Chi opened the door to the Maybach and gently placed Xu Chaomu in the passenger seat.

He didn’t leave right away but reached out to touch her hair, separating the strands that fell across her forehead with his fingertips. He then tidied up the suit on her body, wrapping her up tightly.

When Shen Chi came close to her, she could clearly smell the faint scent on him, mixed with the sweet aroma of alcohol. His tie tickled her nose, which felt uncomfortable even though it was itchy.

Blinking back tears, she finally asked faintly, “Who are you marrying? His hands paused, and his lips moved slightly: “It’s none of your business.” “Shen Chi, you bastard! Everyone knows already, why are you only hiding it from me…” Xu Chaomu cried.

He hated to see her cry and immediately felt at a loss for what to do.

“Such a grand ball, you invited everyone but you don’t want to tell me. You don’t consider me a part of the Shen family; you see me as an outsider, an outsider!” Xu Chaomu sobbed as she beat on his shoulders.

“I have never regarded you as an outsider,” Shen Chi frowned.

“Don’t you bother with me anymore. I don’t want to stay at the Shen’s any longer. I, Xu Chaomu, am naturally a wild child, a ruffian. I should not have stayed at the Shen’s…”

She finally understood why, every time she wanted to kiss him or even just hug him, his response was always so intense.

It turned out, he already had a fiancée. That’s why he wouldn’t let her touch him.

Shen Chi’s brow furrowed more deeply, and he steadied her: “Stop it!”

He wiped away her tears with a tissue, while Xu Chaomu fell silent, knowing that any more words would just seem like making a fuss in his eyes.

Only when she calmed down did he finally take the driver’s seat.

“Who brought you to the ball today?” he started to interrogate.

Xu Chaomu did not respond.

Shen Chi actually had a clear idea in his mind, it must have been Liu Rumei.

He snorted coldly. He couldn’t even bear to let Xu Chaomu wear such poor-quality dresses, yet Liu Rumei dared to dress her in them! And Xu Chaomu, who hadn’t offended anyone else this evening, had somehow managed to upset Zheng Lin, who was known for being spoiled, haughty, and hot-tempered—no doubt this was a scene that had been arranged in advance! Yet, he did admire the girl’s spunk; that slap of hers was well delivered.

Shen Chi started the car, driving the Maybach away from the garage.

Back in the auditorium, people only breathed a sigh of relief after Shen Chi left. The scene was chaotic, nearly everyone had witnessed the whole incident.

Shen Cexian, who was in poor health, left the hall immediately in a fit of anger. Shen Yanrou also quietly found a place to hide, while only Liu Rumei and Shen Shihan remained seated there.

“Shihan, you’re the clever one,” Liu Rumei said, taking a sip of her tea, acting

as if this had nothing to do with her.

“There’s nothing clever about me. I’m just another man, and so, I understand the minds of men better,” Shen Shihan said indifferently, his demeanor as calm as a breeze.

“Well, if Shen Chi really cares about Xu Chaomu, that makes things easier,” Liu Rumei said with a confident air.

“It’s getting late; I should head back. If you have time, remember to visit Dad more often. Even though he’s unwell and no longer holds power over Shen

Group, he is still the honorary chairman,” Shen Shihan reminded her flatly.

“Alright, I know,” Liu Rumei nodded.

Shen Shihan left the hall and headed towards the underground garage.

When he arrived at the garage, Shen Chi’s Maybach was already gone. He started up his own Ferrari and drove it out of the garage..

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