After the Contract Marriage with the Tycoon
by: 织墨
Everyone knew that Ye Tingtong was the little tail of the Shen family’s young master, Shen Minghuai.
However, apart from his stunning looks, he had nothing else to offer.
Shen Minghuai was utterly annoyed by this. No matter how much he rejected Ye Tingtong, the latter always wore a warm smile, clearly head over heels in love with him.
During a gathering at the Shen family villa, Shen Minghuai was playing a game of passing a tissue with his mouth with a girl next to him.
Ye Tingtong, who was “deeply in love” with Shen Minghuai, sat nearby, head lowered, dejectedly reaching for snacks in front of him.
He didn’t care whether Shen Minghuai liked him or not. As long as this relationship kept him from being used as a marriage tool by the Ye family to marry some old man, that was enough.
Just as the atmosphere reached its peak, a cold, detached voice suddenly came from the staircase on the second floor.
“You’re being very noisy.”
Shen Minghuai was so startled that the tissue in his mouth fell out. “Uncle?!”
Shen Minghuai’s uncle, the current head of the Shen family—
Shen Jin.
Dressed in a tailored suit, tall and imposing, he stood at the top of the stairs, his commanding presence making everyone below avoid his gaze.
Ye Tingtong put down his snack: Who is this? So intimidating.
Before he could even look up, he felt a scrutinizing gaze fall on him.
Ye Tingtong’s hair stood on end.
This was someone he couldn’t afford to mess with.
Later, when Ye Tingtong saw Shen Jin again at the Shen residence, he was carrying a glass of honey water for the hungover Shen Minghuai. The two unexpectedly met in the hallway.
Shen Jin: “There’s someone in his room.”
Ye Tingtong quickly understood and was about to leave when Shen Jin glanced at the honey water in his hand. Tentatively, Ye Tingtong offered it, “Uncle, would you like some?”
Shen Jin took the glass and left with a remark, “Call me Shen Jin.”
Later, when Shen Minghuai couldn’t find Ye Tingtong anywhere, he knocked on the study door, “Uncle, is Tingtong here?”
Ye Tingtong was pressed against the door, his hazy consciousness briefly clearing, “Shen Jin…”
Before he could finish, his lips were gently kissed.
Then, he heard Shen Jin’s deep, husky voice.
“He’s not here.”