After Running Away From Her Wedding, The Tsundere Young Lady Went Crazy - Chapter 18

“Do you need me to warm the bed for you?”

Shang Keyu did not answer directly, but instead asked a question in return: “In your understanding, what is the relationship between the Shen family and me?”

“You are the successor and the big boss of the Shen Group.”

Shang Keyu flashed a smile, though the mirth did not reach her eyes. “On paper, I inherited the Shen family, but in reality, those things weren’t given to me by them. I snatched every bit of it myself.”

“Snatched?”

“I ran away from home when I was nine years old to find my grandmother in Italy. That man, who shares half my blood, never contacted me. He acted as if I weren’t his daughter, and so I severed my ties with them.”

“All he left me was this.” Shang Keyu lifted the hair at her temple, revealing a tiny scar.

Ji Songshu was startled.

“In the six months since I returned to the country, I have been acquiring shares. I now hold over 40% of the Shen Group’s stock in my name, exceeding the total combined shares held by the rest of the Shen family. They had no choice, and since they couldn’t bear to lose face, they could only publicly announce me as the successor.”

Ji Songshu was stunned, feeling a sense of fated similarity yet stark difference.

When she was a child, she had also run away from home. She had contacted other relatives, hoping they would adopt her and her sister instead of her aunt. Ultimately, she was caught by her uncle and brought back, where she was whipped with a belt—a belt with rivets.

Her aunt had pretended to try and stop him, but once the doors were closed, she cursed her for being an ungrateful “white-eyed wolf” who could never be tamed.

But how could one be tamed when their uncle beat and scolded them at every turn, their aunt wanted to drain their blood dry, and their cousin treated them like a servant?

Lost in thought, her expression unconsciously clouded over with sorrow. Noticing the furrow in her brow, Shang Keyu felt a slight pang in her heart and said:

“Do you think I’m terrifying? That I could abandon and plot against my own family and blood relatives… that I’m like a cold-blooded monster?”

Ji Songshu shook her head. “It’s not like that. Blood relations are something you have no choice in at birth. Even if someone shares your blood, they can still hate you, loathe you, or even want to kill you.”

“To be able to take the initiative to break those shackles and walk out—you are a truly remarkable person.”

Shang Keyu felt a sudden jolt in her chest.

She had heard many compliments and flatteries, but they were always driven by an ulterior motive. Ji Songshu had a sincere and beautiful face; her words were like they had been dipped in white sugar—pure, sweet, and leaving a lingering aftertaste in the heart.

“Why do you feel that way? From what I know, the Pei parents dote on their precious daughter.” She stared intently into Ji Songshu’s eyes.

Ji Songshu looked directly back at Shang Keyu. “I have a friend who is in a situation very similar to yours, but she had to stay there, surviving amidst lies, exploitation, and hypocritical love.”

“Did she survive?”

Ji Songshu was silent for a moment before answering with forced lightness, “She met a very good friend, and then she was ‘resurrected’.”

“Congratulations to her,” Shang Keyu said softly. “I was also reborn after returning to the Mercury family. They gave me the best education, sent me to university at fifteen, and let me handle the family business. Those are true family members.”

Despite what Shang Keyu said, Ji Songshu could see a faint, lingering sense of loss on her face.

“So, did you come back for revenge?” Ji Songshu asked.

“My Chinese isn’t that good—can this be considered revenge?” Shang Keyu replied. “I am simply here to take back what is rightfully mine and grant them the ending they deserve.”

Ji Songshu smiled and nodded. “You’re right.”

Then, remembering something, she asked, “Speaking of which, you don’t seem to have mentioned your mother.”

Shang Keyu suddenly fell silent. Her eyes grew as dark as ink, and the surrounding air instantly turned cold.

Clearly, she did not want to discuss this topic. Realizing she had said the wrong thing, Ji Songshu gestured a large “X” over her mouth and lowered her head.

Just as she looked down, she suddenly felt as if she couldn’t catch her breath.

“What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?” Shang Keyu asked.

Ji Songshu shook her head, but waves of dizziness washed over her mind. Her consciousness quickly became blurred.

Shang Keyu reached out to check Ji Songshu’s forehead. It wasn’t hot, but the girl’s face had turned a rapid, deep crimson, like a cherry atop an ice cream cake.

A suspicion formed in Shang Keyu’s mind. She asked, “What did you use for your bath?”

“Red wine, same as you.” Ji Songshu giggled, offering her hand for Shang Keyu to smell.

Shang Keyu took a sniff and sighed. “The alcohol concentration in your blood must be over 100mg.”

She sent a message to Carlotta to bring a glass of milk to help sober her up, letting out a faint sigh.

Bathing in red wine was a quirk of hers.

When she was eighteen, she won her first major business war against a century-old winemaking family. She took over the rival’s core winery and issued an arrogant victory declaration to the media. The humiliated losers hired the Mafia to corner her.

That day, on her way home from the San Carlo Opera House after watching a friend’s performance, a car approached from the opposite direction. As they were about to pass, a dark muzzle suddenly emerged from the window. Before she could react, a bullet shattered the windshield and lodged in her chest.

It was only two centimeters from her heart.

She lay in the ICU for three whole days. On the fourth day, the attacker and the mastermind were found dead in their homes.

After declaring her final victory, she smashed every bottle of vintage wine older than thirty years in the cellar, poured them into a bathtub, and indulged herself like a decadent monarch.

It was a pure baptism of victory—the perfect coming-of-age ceremony.

She turned to look at Ji Songshu. The girl was sitting on the sofa with her head down, silently sipping milk through a straw with her bright red lips.

This little idiot… why is she copying me?

One look was enough to tell she was a “good girl” who had barely touched a drop of alcohol in her life. Now, just from the fumes and the soak, she was hopelessly drunk.

Shang Keyu sat down close to her and said in a coaxing tone, “Stay here tonight.”

Ji Songshu’s mind was a mess. The sentence spun around in her head until it was broken into pieces; it took her a long while to grasp its meaning.

“Stay here?” She let out a nervous hiccup and then started giggling, her mind likely drifting into the plot of some novel.

“President Shang, do you need me to warm the bed for you? I’ve just differentiated into an Omega; I’m very good to hold.”

Taking advantage of Ji Songshu’s blurred consciousness, Shang Keyu pinched her cheek and sighed, “To think you’d get this drunk.”

Ji Songshu stared at her with wide, round eyes. She puffed out her cheeks and blew upward, making her bangs flutter—she looked absolutely silly.

Shang Keyu patted her cheek and said softly, “Go to sleep. You’ll feel better when you wake up.”

Ji Songshu didn’t listen. She leaned her body in, clinging to Shang Keyu, and gave a warm invitation: “Let’s sleep together.”

For a moment, Shang Keyu forgot what to say.

Taking an inch and wanting a mile, Ji Songshu buried her nose in Shang Keyu’s neck and sniffed around. “You smell so good. What is your pheromone?”

“Pheromone?” Shang Keyu was puzzled.

Ji Songshu rephrased: “What is your scent like?”

“It’s a perfume I blended myself. Red wine, black cherry, and a hint of rose.”

“Then what do I smell like?”

“You smell very sweet, a bit like honey,” Shang Keyu said, before leading the girl back to the room to rest.

There were two bedrooms on the second floor, with doors facing each other. Shang Keyu led Ji Songshu to the guest room door and was about to usher her in, but Ji Songshu suddenly turned around and walked straight toward the opposite room.

Shang Keyu grabbed her hand. “That way is my room.”

“I know,” Ji Songshu said with a look of pure innocence. “How can I warm the bed for you if I don’t go to your room? It’s getting colder lately; your bed needs a warm Omega.”

Shang Keyu opened her mouth, but no words came out.

The girl before her had rosy cheeks and was breathtakingly beautiful. She brushed back her long hair, revealing a slender, porcelain neck, and her body beneath the nightgown was exquisite and soft.

The hand holding Ji Songshu gradually loosened its grip.