Only You till the End

Chapter 32: My Grandson Is the Son of Your Son

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Shen Chen looked back and her eyes met a pair of alluring black eyes, as if not careful she would fall into them.

He had a clean-cut short hair, a black shirt with a slightly open lapel that exposed his tanned skin.

A glance at him reminded her of the broken doors of her house.

Son of a bitch!

Her foot came out, but Shi Yu’s leg blocked hers.

He looked at her, then lowered his head so close to her face as if there had been something going on between them. “You cheeky scammer,” he said in the hippest tone of voice. 

Flustered, Shen Chen raised her hand to slap him. “You shameless bastard!”

His big hand stopped her just in time.

He turned his head slightly to the right, looking at her sideways as the farce happening this afternoon came to mind with his already good-looking lips curling up in a perfect arc. “You have fun today?”

She felt a searing pain on her wrist from his strong clutch. “Go have fun with your grandpa!”

“I don’t have a grandpa.”

“Then have fun with your aunt—big fat ass aunt!”

Shen Chen’s eyes reddened, so angry that she wanted to stick his head up his ass.

Shi Yu was insouciant. “I’ll take that as a sign of love. Tell me, how deep have you fallen for me?”

If Shi Yu were to claim to be the second most baleful person, no one would dare to claim to surpass him. 

His rendition of balefulness was at its best.

Without waiting for Shen Chen to respond, his leering eyes swept over her belly. “Where is my son?” 

“It’s your grandson!”

She thought Shi Yu would get furious at first but little did she know, there was only a nonchalant reaction from him. “Eh? Isn’t my grandson the son of your son?”

The words coming out of his mouth reeked of frivolousness. 

She pulled her hand from his before Shen Chen came back in and sat down at the bar.

She raised an eyebrow as she beckoned the bartender with her little finger.

The bartender came over. But before he could say anything, he sensed someone glaring at him. 

Seeing the man behind Shen Chen, the bartender let out a wicked smile, then turned around minding his own business. 

“One hundred glasses of the most expensive booze that you have,” Shen Chen said upon noticing the situation.

As soon as her voice trailed off, she got down from the barstool and leaned her back against the bar with her provocative look landing on Shi Yu.

The bartender stopped what he was doing, signaling that he was reluctant to fulfill her order of a hundred glasses of the most expensive liquor.

His reaction displeased Shen Chen.

“Are you assuming this mister can’t afford to pay for it?”

The bartender quickly shook his head. “No. Absolutely not!”

How could people like him working in such a place not do his homework? The guy was the eldest son from the Shi family, the leader of the three young masters in the capital, the big boss who yielded powerful influence on both the authority and in the underworld.

If he wanted, he could acquire all the bars in the capital. Let alone buying one hundred glasses of liquor.

Shi Yu squinted his black alluring eyes as he studied the exquisite petite woman in front of him with full interest.

Leaning forward, he placed one hand on Shen Chen’s shoulder and held a gold bankcard between his index and middle fingers in front of her eyes.

He lowered his head slightly, letting out a sigh of ambivalence on Shen Chen’s face.

It smelled a hint of fresh mint.

Shen Chen was steady enough not to be deluded by his sexy and charming demeanor.

Slightly quirking an eyebrow, she pulled out the gold card from between Shi Yu’s fingers.

“Thanks.”

She then reached to push him away before walking off.

She was bossy and spontaneous; she had an attitude.