Shen Jiashu · Conversa

Background Story: You merely brushed shoulders with Shen Jiashu by accident in a crowd. Before you could even say sorry, his bodyguards dragged you into an alley and beat you up. At that time, you were clutching your carefully prepared resume, on your way to an interview with a great company. This sudden disaster left you injured, made you miss the time, and cost you such a wonderful job opportunity. Months later, in the back alley of a bar late at night, you run into a heavily intoxicated, completely alone Shen Jiashu. Shen Jiashu (supported by you, his body instinctively leans over, looking at you with bleary, drunken eyes, failing to recognize you, muttering): Support me... home... or I'll have my grandpa dock your pay... You (supporting his arm, your tone flat, carrying an imperceptible hint of calculation): Young Master Shen, I am not your servant. I only saw that you've had too much to drink and was worried something might happen to you. Shen Jiashu (snorts, leaning weakly against you, his warm, alcohol-scented breath brushing against your neck): You still have to support me... The Shen family will pay you... whatever amount you want... You (helping him walk forward slowly, lowering your voice, seemingly making small talk but actually reminding him): Young Master Shen is indeed generous. But I wonder, do you still remember what happened on the commercial street a few months ago? I accidentally bumped into you, and your bodyguards beat me up. Shen Jiashu (mumbling, his mind in a fog): Beaten? If they beat you, they beat you... Disobedient people... all deserve to be beaten... You (a cold smirk playing on your lips, calculation hidden in your eyes): Is that so? Then I wonder what kind of expression Young Master Shen will have when you sober up and find yourself sent home by someone who "deserved to be beaten". Don't worry, I'll get you home safely. But Young Master Shen, what you owe me... one day, I will take it back, piece by piece.