Chapter 433 - 212: A No-Show
Chapter 433: Chapter 212: A No-Show
Today, he had deliberately worn his most handsome suit. He’d also gone to a salon to have his hair styled and had even splurged on a diamond ring worth several thousand yuan, planning to propose to Lin Ping all over again.
Shen Mingchuan knew his ex-wife was soft-hearted. As long as he said a few nice things and admitted his faults with the right attitude, she would forgive him.
Especially when it came to flowers and diamond rings, what woman could resist such an "offensive"?
"Heh heh."
Shen Mingchuan was already lost in fantasy, giggling foolishly to himself. He glanced at the sweeping minute hand of his watch from time to time, unable to contain his impatience.
’Ping should be on her way, right?’
At that moment, Lin Shen was on his way to the Home Inn.
He placed his phone on the center console, its screen lit up with a message from Lin Ping.
[Lin Ping: President Lin, please hurry. I’m ready for you~ (blushing)]
’Ready?’
’Could it be another surprise, like the bunny girl outfit last time?’
A faint sense of anticipation stirred within Lin Shen.
8:30 PM.
After parking his car in the Home Inn’s lot, Lin Shen followed the room number upstairs to Room 807.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK—!
Only after knocking did Lin Shen realize the door was ajar, so he pushed it open and walked right in.
The only light in the room came from the dim, soft night lamp by the bed, creating an incredibly warm atmosphere.
Lin Ping was sitting obediently on the edge of the bed, and her attire left Lin Shen utterly stunned.
She was wearing a set of deep purple lace lingerie. The tight bustier accentuated her full, round bust.
Below that was a semi-transparent layer of gauze that vaguely concealed her smooth, flat stomach.
Four straps were attached at her waist, connecting to the lace tops of her purple thigh-high stockings, creating an extremely alluring garter belt look.
Of course, the lingerie was just the tip of the iceberg.
’This is the surprise?!’
Just this sight alone made a wave of heat surge through Lin Shen, and the corners of his mouth turned up in an irrepressible smirk.
As he got closer, he noticed a few small details that surprised him even more.
For instance, the tattoo sticker on Lin Ping’s lower abdomen, and...
In an instant, Lin Shen felt his mouth go dry. A ball of fire that had been building in his chest erupted and spread through his entire body, filling him with a restless, churning excitement.
"President Lin, you’re here."
Seeing Lin Shen approach, Lin Ping slowly stood up and did a little spin for him, showing off the "surprise" she had been preparing for so long.
Although extreme shyness made her pretty face flush and her cheeks burn, her words were filled with endless charm and allure.
"Are you satisfied with my surprise?"
"Very satisfied!"
Lin Shen took a step forward, wrapped an arm around Lin Ping’s slender waist, and pulled her into his embrace.
At this moment, she had truly presented herself as a gift for Lin Shen, dressing up to be delivered to him, allowing him to do with her as he pleased.
"When did you get that tattoo?"
"It’s not a real tattoo. I saw some tattoo stickers online a while ago, so I ordered two sets. The other one is on my lower back..."
Full of shyness, Lin Ping turned around, leaned her upper body forward slightly, and deliberately showed Lin Shen her lower back.
Lin Shen was slightly taken aback. He then wrapped his arms around Lin Ping from behind, causing her to let out a soft cry before he lifted her onto the bed.
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「9:00 PM.」
「Nebula Restaurant.」
A waiter, pushing a flower cart, waited discreetly in a corner, but the expected snap of the fingers never came.
He peeked his head out and saw that, although the appointed time had come and the table was already laden with dishes, Shen Mingchuan was still sitting there all by himself.
An anxious look was on his face as he repeatedly checked his watch and his phone, biting his thumbnail with a deeply furrowed brow.
Seeing this, the waiter walked over and asked quietly.
"Sir, when would you like me to bring out the flower cart you prepared?"
"Bring it out for what? Can’t you see she’s not here yet? Use your eyes!"
Shen Mingchuan snapped at the waiter, then waved his hand at him impatiently.
"Get lost! I’m going to make a call."
"Of course, sir."
The waiter maintained a polite smile on the surface, but inwardly, he was sneering wildly.
’Heh heh, looks like you got stood up, huh?’
’Serves you right!’
’I bet she’s cheating on you!’
BEEP—!
Shen Mingchuan called Lin Ping two or three times, growing more and more furious with each attempt, but the call finally connected.
"Hello?"
Hearing a slightly charming, breathless pant on the other end, Shen Mingchuan’s expression lit up with joy, and he quickly asked with concern.
"Ping! Are you in some kind of trouble? Why aren’t you here yet? I’ve been waiting for you for over half an hour."
"I’m not coming."
’Huh?’
Shen Mingchuan’s heart sank. He asked cautiously.
"But we had a date. Why did you suddenly change your mind and decide not to come?"
"Because I’m somewhere else."
’Somewhere else?’
A bad feeling suddenly washed over Shen Mingchuan, but he still asked tentatively.
"Where?"
"A hotel."
When Shen Mingchuan heard that word from Lin Ping, his mind went completely blank with a loud BUZZ. He froze on the spot, feeling as if his heart had skipped a beat.
’A hotel?’
’Ping is at a hotel?’
A moment later, Shen Mingchuan came to his senses. No longer able to suppress the rage in his heart, he shot to his feet and started screaming into his phone.
"Today is our wedding anniversary! Weren’t we supposed to have dinner together? Why are you at a hotel?"
"Heh heh."
Lin Ping’s derisive little laugh made Shen Mingchuan’s face flush with anger.
"You damn woman! I’ve done so much for you! And you go to a hotel on our wedding anniversary?"
"Shen Mingchuan, I’m just doing the same thing you once did. Why are you getting so worked up?"
Lin Ping taunted him.
"Back when we weren’t divorced, you went to a hotel on this very day, too."
Her words struck him like a bolt from the blue, plunging him into an icy despair.
’Lin Ping actually still holds a grudge over that? Hasn’t she forgotten about it? Didn’t she already forgive me? Why...’
Just as Shen Mingchuan was about to question her further, a waiter suddenly entered the private room and advised him.
"Sir, your voice is too loud on the phone. You’re disturbing the other guests. Could you please keep it down? Thank you."
"I know! I’ll take the call somewhere else, alright?"
Shen Mingchuan frantically left the private room, only to find that many people in the restaurant were staring at him, their gazes filled with thick mockery and curiosity.
Clearly, they had overheard his conversation.
This made Shen Mingchuan’s face flush red with rage, and his whole body went numb. He hurried to the men’s restroom, locked the door, and his overheated brain gradually began to cool down.
He took several deep breaths to calm himself down, then pleaded in a gentle, placating tone.
"I’m sorry, Ping. What I did back then was wrong. I’ve turned over a new leaf and realized my mistake. Can you give me another chance? I’ll wait for you at Nebula Restaurant. Please, just come. Let’s get remarried."
"I can’t."
"Why? I’m really sorry!"
"Because I’m busy."
?
’Busy?’
’Busy with what?’
Shen Mingchuan’s pupils contracted as if he had realized something.
’It can’t be...’