Rebirth: The Ascent of a Socialite-Chapter 617 - 249: Three "Queens

In Shang Yin’s villa, a lovemaking session had just ended. Yan Wuxu lay on the bed, passionately calling out, "Brother Shang." Her voice still carried traces of undissipated fervor.

"Hmm?" Shang Yin got up from the bed, naked, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it up.

"We’ve been together for quite a while now, have you ever thought about..." Yan Wuxu trailed off mid-sentence as she too climbed out of bed, her alabaster arms draped around Shang Yin’s neck, her body swaying slightly, setting her enticing breasts into motion.

"Thought about?" Shang Yin’s gaze lingered on the enticing view for a moment before drifting lower. Yan Wuxu had a well-maintained figure, but there was a tiny scar on her abdomen—a remnant from one abortion followed by a childbirth.

"About you and me. Our plans?" Yan Wuxu hinted, her bright red lips teasing Shang Yin.

"Are you asking if I have any plans to marry?" Shang Yin understood the calculations of women well. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Seeing Shang Yin catch on, Yan Wuxu pressed her tongue with more force, hoping to drown the man in carnal bliss and, in the heat of passion, get him to agree to her demands.

"Wuxu, I’ve always heard you’re the kind of woman that invokes pity. Fei Qing has mentioned you to me before," Shang Yin mused while enjoying the eager efforts of the woman before him.

At the mention of Fei Qing’s name, Yan Wuxu paused. She lifted her face and said with a seductive smile, "Brother Shang, why bring him up? That’s all in the past." Shang Yin probably didn’t know that she was still in touch with Fei Qing. Yan Wuxu figured it had been a long time since she’d last seen Fei Qing, so it was unlikely for Shang Yin to find out.

"Then let’s not talk about Fei Qing. How about Su Qingzhang? I heard you two haven’t divorced yet," Shang Yin’s tone was filled with mockery, and even if Yan Wuxu pretended to be clueless, she should understand the meaning behind his words.

"Brother Shang," Yan Wuxu dared not make another move, fearing she had touched on Shang Yin’s sore spot.

"I hate women who approach me with any intention other than money. Wuxu, fun is fun, but don’t talk to me about marriage. You think you’re even worthy to use that word with me? If I ever do marry, it’ll be with someone cleaner," Shang Yin dismissed Yan Wuxu, threw on a piece of clothing, opened the bedroom door, and called the servant outside to bring some wine.

Yan Wuxu, burning with shame and rage, cursed Shang Yin a thousand times in her heart. She picked up her clothes from the floor and was about to put them on when Shang Yin turned around and said coldly, "Who told you to get dressed? Just stand there; I’m not done yet. Wait until I finish my drink, pop some pills, then come back."

The servant who brought the wine sneaked a glance at Yan Wuxu, which made her feel even more mortified. Shang Yin was more outrageous than both Su Qingzhang and Fei Qing; he didn’t see her as a person at all, but more like a living statue. All these men, who ravished her without offering affection, deserved to die, all of them.

It was evening by the time Shang Yin ordered his driver to take Yan Wuxu back. As she was being taken out, Chang Chi happened to enter, casting a cold smile at Yan Wuxu before turning and walking upstairs.

Yan Wuxu stopped the driver, not wanting to go back, "Take me to the Sixth District."

The driver didn’t look back; the ostentatiously dressed woman behind him was just one of his master’s playthings. Whether she lived in the Sixth District or Zone 2, it was none of his concern.

After arriving in the Sixth District, Yan Wuxu asked the driver to stop. Things were different now; she didn’t want to attract any attention in the Sixth District. Yan Wuxu felt that all the looks directed at her were full of disdain, just like Shang Yin’s gaze today, contemptuous.

The streetlights, shining like gold, cast her shadow making it appear even more hunched. The expensive clothes she wore made every step she took exceptionally difficult.

"Mom," Yan Wuxu stood outside her home, looking at the modest two-story building with its bedroom lights already turned off. She called out softly a few times, like a homeless cat. After calling for a while, she crouched down; the lamplight was still blinding, causing her to feel dizzy.

"Xiao Xu?" A familiar voice prompted Yan Wuxu to want to flee.

"Xiao Xu." Han Fang’s voice was filled with helplessness as he extended a hand to help up Yan Wuxu.