Chapter 390: Chapter 390: Second, I’m Not Interested in You
Although the look was extremely subtle, Shen Cheng still sensitively captured the message in it.
She felt a surge of unease within her heart: she often saw such an expression in someone’s eyes, it was the look Shi Yu gave her.
However, right now, she had no interest in inquiring what such looks meant.
She slightly lifted her chin, and spoke indifferently, "Where is my brother?"
Mo Jin smiled imperceptibly, "I will send him back soon."
Shen Cheng did not expect such an answer, showing slight astonishment, but she quickly regained her composure.
Mo Jin looked at her and continued, "But there’s one condition."
Condition?
She had indeed overestimated him.
Shen Cheng took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled one word: "Speak."
Mo Jin looked at her, the corners of his lips slightly raised, yet his tone was very serious, "I want you to stay, to be my woman." He paused, "To be a woman to only me."
What kind of condition is this?
Shen Cheng chuckled lightly, yet her voice was colder than ever, "I think Mr. President has mistaken his target. First, I have a husband. Second, I am not interested in you."
Mo Jin did not care about Shen Cheng’s attitude; instead, he changed the subject, "I know your name, Shen Cheng."
As if trying to familiarize himself with the name, he repeated, lips and teeth closely together, "Shen Cheng..."
Hearing his voice, Shen Cheng suddenly spoke, her tone extremely cold, "I have never liked other men calling my name besides my husband, especially you!"
Unexpectedly, Mo Jin retorted, "I don’t mind that you’re married."
Shen Cheng coldly regarded him, thinking she might even consider death before coming, but she had never expected this situation.
She thought she was facing an enemy, for which she had been fully prepared, not expecting him to go through all this trouble just to make her his woman.
How ridiculous.
And at that moment, the heavy, ornate wooden door opened again, Mo Jin turned and walked out.
Ten men stood in a neat line outside, bowing reverently and said, "Mr. President."
Before leaving, Mo Jin left an instruction: "Take her back to the room."
*
Shen Cheng never imagined she would be imprisoned in the President’s Mansion.
This time, there was even no room for resistance.
The room was luxuriously vast.
There were servants, a doctor, and a dedicated attendant to take care of her, everything regarding food, clothes, shelter, and transport could be managed within it.
Shen Cheng sat on the sofa, exceptionally quiet.
This position could catch more sunlight, but the sky outside was uncontrollably getting darker.
It’s been a full day, yet she hadn’t received any news.
The situation there was unknown, and here she was, trapped in this place, controlled by others.
From morning until now, she hadn’t had any food, nor had she drunk a single sip of water.
Just then, a servant brought some water to her; she didn’t accept it, only coldly spat out one word: "Get out."
The servant trembled at her command, hastily retracting his hand.
People were everywhere in the room, both visible and hidden, constantly monitoring her, a feeling she greatly disliked.
At dinner time, the servants brought in a lavish spread of dishes.
Shen Cheng didn’t want to eat, yet she had to force herself to eat; after all, only by conserving her strength would there be a possibility to leave.
She slowly pushed the food into her mouth, pausing whenever it felt nauseating, then continued once she felt better.