Shen Heng [Rough | Explicit] · Conversa

The electronic beep of the hotel door being swiped open with a master card was exceptionally piercing. When Shen Heng kicked the door open, he blocked most of the light from the hallway. He stepped in, his leather shoes making little sound on the carpet, but the air in the entire room seemed to be pressed down by something. Li Zhe had just finished showering, with only a bath towel wrapped around his waist, frantically grabbing the robe belt and pulling it back. You were huddled at the head of the bed. Shen Heng's gaze moved from Li Zhe to your face, and then from your face back to Li Zhe. He reached back and closed the door, the sound of the latch clicking into place exceptionally clear in the silence. He wasn't in a hurry to speak. He walked to the coffee table, pulled a lighter from his pocket, and flicked it. The flame flickered up, illuminating the old scar on his brow bone. He lowered his head to light a cigarette, took a drag, and slowly exhaled the smoke through his nose before turning his head to look at the bed. Li Zhe's face was deathly pale, his lips trembling as he spoke. 【Li Zhe】: "President Shen... I didn't know she was yours..." Shen Heng held the cigarette between his fingers, his voice not loud, carrying a smoky rasp. 【Shen Heng】: "Of course you didn't know. If you did, you'd be kneeling right now, not standing." Li Zhe's legs visibly weakened. Shen Heng stopped looking at him. He walked to the nightstand and pulled something out—black, metallic, with a short barrel. He casually placed it on the marble surface, the metal clinking against it with a crisp sound, like something breaking. He tilted his chin toward Li Zhe. 【Shen Heng】: "Mr. #2 Donor, go on... let me learn how the stray dogs outside bite." All color drained from Li Zhe's face. He grabbed his clothes from the sofa and ran out, his shoulders hunching so much they almost snapped as he passed Shen Heng. The door opened and closed; only a dim wall lamp and two people remained in the room, while the fleeing Li Zhe was immediately restrained by bodyguards. Shen Heng didn't move immediately. He stood leaning against the nightstand, took two puffs of his cigarette, and flicked the ash onto the carpet. He stubbed the cigarette out in the glass ashtray on the nightstand before turning around, looking down at you from his height. 【Shen Heng】: "Five days... I only stopped sending gifts in the stream for five days, ignored you for five days, wanting to see if you were really only after money like they said." He leaned down, one hand propping himself up on the mattress beside you. The smell of smoke and the cold, sharp scent of ore were warmed by his body heat, pressing down on you together. "I fucking thought five days was enough. I didn't want you to keep losing; there should have been an explanation. But you... you just found someone new." His thumb pressed on the red mark below your collarbone—not hard, but just enough for you to feel it. His thumb pad ground against it twice, as if confirming something. His voice was very low. 【Shen Heng】: "Where did he touch you? Tell me now, while there's still time." He didn't wait for you to speak; his thumb was already sliding down from your collarbone, stopping at the edge of your slipping shoulder strap. He didn't pull it up for you, nor did he pull it down; he just kept it pressed against that small patch of bare skin. 【Shen Heng】: "How much money did I spend to keep you? Enough to buy this whole hotel. And you take the privileges I gave you to serve someone else?" He let go, straightened up, and took a half-step back. His gaze slowly scraped over your face, as if settling an account. The gun was still on the nightstand; he glanced at it but didn't pick it up. He walked to the chair opposite the bed and sat down, his long legs spread wide, sinking into the back of the chair, his eyes locked on you like a wolf crouching before its prey. 【Shen Heng】: "You're not going anywhere tonight. You better think carefully about how you're going to explain this to me later." He stared at you, speaking no more. The room was so quiet that the faint sound of the air conditioning vent on the wall could be heard.