Chapter 26: The Fake Heiress of the Wealthy Family (Part 26)

No one could resist Shen Ke’s charm. If anyone could, they simply didn’t know her well enough.

Shen Ke bit her index finger, sobbing continuously.

Her legs were lifted very high.

Shi Xu’s hair was really prickly.

Shen Ke reached out and pressed down on the top of Shi Xu’s head, her eyes brimming with lust, her gaze wet and glistening. “Shi Xu.”

Shi Xu lifted her head and drew back her slick, red tongue.

Shi Xu touched her own hair and looked down at the teary-eyed Shen Ke, her voice hoarse. “Baby, sorry, my hair’s too stiff. Did it prick you?”

Shen Ke pulled her hands back to her chest, trembling as she said, “Keep going.” She hadn’t pressed Shi Xu’s head to stop her—it was to urge her on.

It was embarrassing, but surprisingly pleasurable.

No wonder Shi Xu loved doing this so much.

“Mm!”

Shi Xu was always a woman of action. The moment she heard those two words from Shen Ke, she dove right back in.

She kissed Shen Ke’s lips, which were unbelievably soft. Shi Xu kissed her obsessively.

This was Shen Ke’s taste—the flavor she had craved for so long, the one that made her intoxicated.

Shen Ke, her baby, her unparalleled treasure.

Shi Xu pressed her nose in deep.

The palm pressed against Shen Ke could feel her trembling.

Shi Xu captured Shen Ke’s lips and sucked relentlessly.

The faint sound of swallowing reached Shen Ke’s ears. It was too erotic, but at that moment, she could only tilt her head back powerlessly, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Her fingers gripped the bedsheets tightly, and broken moans escaped her throat in fits and starts.

Shi Xu kissed her for a long time.

The strange sensation buried her like a tide.

Shen Ke’s tears never stopped, soaking the pillow.

Shi Xu pressed against Shen Ke, fully immersed.

“Baby, right now, I’m the happiest person in the world.”

Shen Ke was so ashamed that even her toes curled up. Her mind was a chaotic mess; she couldn’t control her body. It left her utterly defeated, her eyes red from crying.

She never expected it to be like this—so intense, so scary—but she couldn’t stop. In her hazy consciousness, Shen Ke felt like she had gone mad.

“Wahhh.”

Shen Ke pressed her hands on Shi Xu’s head and cried harder.

Tears soaked her lashes, then slid down with sweat onto the bedsheets.

Shen Ke’s face was flushed with red, her lips swollen, her eyes seductive. Her beautiful cat-like eyes were filled with a dazed, intoxicating haze, like she was drunk yet not quite.

But at that moment, Shi Xu couldn’t see this version of Shen Ke.

Shen Ke clenched her fists. She lost all sense of time, as if she had fallen into the ocean, adrift without an anchor. She widened her eyes and opened her mouth silently.

“It’s so weird!” Shen Ke’s body trembled violently.

Tears streamed down nonstop.

The voice from above made Shi Xu straighten up.

Shi Xu licked her lips and planted a kiss on Shen Ke’s forehead. “Baby, whose baby are you?”

Shen Ke’s body shook as she sobbed out, “I-I’m Shi Xu’s baby.”

Shi Xu laughed. Her handsome, spirited face, wheat-colored skin, perfect muscle lines, long hands and legs—she was sexy and wild.

“Baby, tonight really feels like a dream. Pinch me, okay?”

Shen Ke struggled to lift her hand and touched Shi Xu’s face. “I don’t… don’t have any strength left.”

Right now, Shen Ke was extraordinarily obedient, and it melted Shi Xu’s heart.

“Baby, I love you—”

Shen Ke started whimpering again, unable to hold back the sounds.

She had completely lost track of time; the heat in her body wouldn’t fade.

Every time Shi Xu asked if she wanted more, she could only croak out a “yes.”

She was picked up, their skin pressed together, sharing each other’s warmth.

Shen Ke rested her chin on Shi Xu’s shoulder, tears mixing with drool as they dripped down, mingling with sweat and trailing along Shi Xu’s shoulder.

“Urgh—”

One sound after another, until eventually Shen Ke couldn’t form words anymore, only short gasps. Her body went limp and powerless.

Later, Shi Xu carried her to the bathroom, where hot water enveloped her body.

Shi Xu blocked her lips again.

Waves splashed in the bathtub, dramatic at times, gentle at others.

Shen Ke clutched her stomach; it felt like hot water had seeped inside.

“Baby, you’re too cute.” Shi Xu’s voice filled her ears, flooding her mind and reminding her what was happening.

“Mm.”

Shen Ke’s voice pierced through the bathroom, through the door, and by the time it reached Shen Yi’s ears, it was faint and indistinct.

Shen Yi looked at Feng Jian, who was crouched by the door, and said softly, “Little Ke’s voice is so nice.”

Feng Jian shuddered, slowly raising her head. Her pitch-black pupils were filled with ferocity, making her pale face look utterly gloomy.

Shen Yi removed her glasses and hooked them onto her collar. “But I’m very angry.” Without the glasses to hide behind, the coldness in her narrow eyes poured out. She raised her foot and kicked the door hard.

A massive thud echoed from the second floor, one after another, disturbing the guests chatting downstairs.

Someone whispered to Shen Mother. Her face darkened, and she said to the guest in front of her, “Boss Wang, excuse me for a moment.”

Shen Mother hurried to the staircase, where several burly, bodyguard-like figures blocked the way.

Shen Mother’s brows furrowed deeply. She barked, “Move!”

The people in front didn’t react. Shen Mother sneered and turned toward another staircase.

The banquet hall was packed with guests right now; it wasn’t suitable for chaos.

But the other staircase was blocked too.

The banging continued. Shen Mother was thoroughly enraged. She pulled out her phone and dialed. “Get a group of men into the hall right now!”

Shen Mother hung up and stared coldly at the group, her aura as a superior crushing down on them. “Tell me, who sent you!”

But none of them answered Shen Mother.

On the balcony, Shen Yu laughed wildly. She took a deep drag from her cigarette and coughed hard, her eyes turning red. “Crazy… cough cough… crazies.” The kicking sounds rang out clearly from the second floor.

Shen Yu stubbed out the cigarette on the railing, covered her face with both hands, and exhaled smoke that shrouded her cheeks. “Cough cough… cough… cough cough!”

Shen Yu dropped her hands and took a deep breath, her face flushed beet red.

She hated Shen Yi—had always hated her.

There was no such thing as family affection in the Shen Family. Everything was based on interests.

Shen Yi was far more outstanding than her, so their parents poured all their energy into Shen Yi.

Then Shen Ke was born, and what little affection they had was divided with her.

Shen Yu loved street racing; the thrill of high-speed cars made her adrenaline surge, giving her a sense of being alive.

Later, that feeling came from Shen Ke.

A smile, a look, a kiss—any of them could make her heart race.

But too many people coveted Shen Ke. She couldn’t compete. She was the Shen Family’s second miss, a powerless second miss.

So even knowing what was happening in that room, she could only leave, refusing to listen to those maddeningly jealous-inducing sounds.

But it was fine. That lunatic Shen Yi would eventually scare Shen Ke away.

Shen Ke had fallen asleep. Shi Xu cleaned her body and helped her into the white evening gown, but the thin straps couldn’t cover the hickeys blanketing her collarbone, neck, and other exposed skin.

Shi Xu leaned down and licked Shen Ke’s swollen lips, then took off her jacket and draped it over Shen Ke.

A gold-edged invitation slipped out. Shi Xu snatched it up and sneered. When she had first seen Shen Ke earlier, her body had been bare, covered in dense hickeys.

She could guess with her toes that it was that dog Yue Lingqing who left them.

But just as jealousy flared, Shen Ke’s hand reached for her, clinging tightly and rubbing against her.

Her red lips parted and murmured brokenly, “So hot… Shi Xu, I’m so hot. Help me.”

The first thought in Shi Xu’s mind was that Shen Ke had been drugged.

She should have investigated who did it, but the moment Shen Ke beckoned her seductively, her reason vanished.

Who could refuse Shen Ke like this? Not her, anyway. This was the scene she had dreamed of.

Shi Xu simply savored it.

After relishing the moment, Shi Xu sauntered to the door to deal with the annoying kicking. Waking Shen Ke would be bad.

To avoid getting kicked, Shi Xu leaned against the wall, unlocked the door, then twisted the handle with a bent wrist.

“Bang!”

The thick solid wood door slammed against the wall with a huge crash.

Shi Xu, in her short sleeves, leaned against the doorframe. Bite marks and scratches marred her exposed arms, and her voice was still husky from bed. “Keep it down. Baby just fell asleep.”

Looking at the drenched Shi Xu, Shen Yi said softly, “Move.” Her face was calm, showing no emotion, her dark eyes impenetrable.

Shi Xu scoffed and glanced at Feng Jian behind Shen Yi. “Tch, you two look alike. Must be blood-related. Can you get your sister to leave?”

Feng Jian’s gaze was vacant, her whole body emanating a deathly stillness.

Shen Yi sighed. “I hate repeating myself.” She lifted her eyelids and shot her foot out at lightning speed toward Shi Xu’s stomach.

Shi Xu’s eyes sharpened. She blocked with her arm, but the woman’s leg strength was immense. Her arms went numb, and her legs slid back involuntarily, clearing the doorway.

Shen Yi stepped inside and immediately spotted the lump on the bed.

Shi Xu recovered and charged at Shen Yi again, but the girl’s body was too frail against an adult.

Shen Yi kicked straight at Shi Xu’s stomach this time. Shi Xu, still weak and limp from earlier, couldn’t react and took the hit squarely.

She collapsed to the floor.

Shi Xu spat at Shen Yi’s shoe tip and sneered, “Old hag, back again.”

“But you’re too late this time. Baby’s mine now.”

“I’ve kissed every part of her.”

“Heh, Baby’s covered in my scent now.”

“What are you here for? To watch our—urgh.”

Before Shi Xu finished, Shen Yi grabbed her hair, yanking her head up. Pain tore at her scalp, but Shi Xu laughed and continued.

“I’m still her first—”

“Bang!”

Shen Yi smashed Shi Xu’s head against the floor expressionlessly.

Again and again, until red pooled on the ground.

Shi Xu’s head throbbed like it would explode, but she kept laughing, her hoarse voice spewing provocations. “Heh, old hag, you don’t know how Baby was crying and begging—”

“Bang!”

Shen Yi released her hair and stomped on Shi Xu’s fingers, grinding hard. “I’ll just cut out your tongue and fingers.”

“As for the marks you left on her, I’ll cover them one by one.” Shen Yi’s expression barely changed throughout.

Shen Yi moved her foot and walked toward the bed.

As she reached the bedside and bent down to pick up Shen Ke, agony exploded from above. Warm blood and liquid splashed onto the bed.

Shi Xu gripped the shattered wine bottle, her eyes ferocious to the extreme. “Don’t you dare touch her!”

Shen Yi turned to Shi Xu. Cold darkness filled her narrow eyes. She lowered her lashes, veiling the light, her fingers striking like snakes—impossibly fast.

She clamped Shi Xu’s neck and slammed her to the ground. Her other hand balled into a fist, knuckles crashing solidly into Shi Xu’s face.

Shi Xu gritted her teeth and smashed the broken bottle into Shen Yi’s head again.

Feng Jian watched silently as Shi Xu and Shen Yi tore into each other like rabid dogs.

Feng Jian unclenched her hand, eyeing the crescent-shaped cuts bleeding in her palm. She wiped them on her dress.

Then she slowly approached the bed and bent down to scoop Shen Ke securely into her arms.

As she stepped toward the door, Shen Yi’s indifferent voice came from behind. “Didn’t anyone teach you not to touch other people’s things?”

Feng Jian looked at the black-clad figures before her and tightened her grip.

She lowered her eyes to gaze at the sleeping Shen Ke, whose cheeks were rosy and flushed, and didn’t budge.

Shen Yi circled around to face her, then extended a hand. “You don’t want her getting hurt with you.”

Feng Jian jerked her head down.

Shen Ke’s weight shifted from her arms to Shen Yi’s.

Shen Yi held Shen Ke and turned toward the main hall.

Rows of black-clothed people blocked her view, leaving Feng Jian unable to intervene. She could only watch helplessly as Shen Ke was taken away.

Shen Yi carried her into the banquet hall. The atmosphere there was still lively, but that liveliness vanished completely the moment Shen Yi—blood and alcohol dripping from her head—took the stage.

“Everyone, good evening. I am Shen Yi.”

Shen Mother heard this and abruptly looked toward the stage. When she saw clearly, her breathing suddenly stopped.

Shen Yi’s gaze swept over the crowd below. “Today, I will announce something here.”

At the same time, the black-clothed people had activated the live stream.

Shen Mother snapped out of it and flew into a rage. “Quick! Someone, get her down from there!”

But Shen Mother discovered that the people she had called were completely suppressed by these mysteriously appearing individuals.

Shen Yi held Shen Ke and lowered her head to plant a kiss atop Shen Ke’s head.

“I, Shen Yi, will hold a wedding with my little sister Shen Ke in Y Country on May 12th.”

Shen Mother’s heart jolted violently. She shouted angrily, “Shen Yi, have you gone mad!!!”

Shen Yi turned her gaze to Shen Mother. “In Y Country, eighteen is already the legal age for marriage. I know exactly what I’m doing.”

Shen Yu, standing on the second-floor balcony, narrowed her eyes with a smile on her lips. “Feng Jian, I’ll give you the shares I hold. You need to claim that position as quickly as possible.”

“That way, your god won’t be snatched away.”

Feng Jian stood behind Shen Yu. Blood stained her head and the corners of her mouth, and her gown had turned dirty and gray.

Gazing down at Shen Yi, Feng Jian clenched her wrists. She needed to move faster.