Whoever Falls in Love First is the Dog - Chapter 11

Chapter 11:  Shen Mengke Was Getting Back at Chen Yanxing

Ren Zhou’s eyes widened instantly, staring at Chen Yanxing in disbelief.

Chen Yanxing was also surprised, though not as dramatically as Ren Zhou. She furrowed her brows slightly, stepped forward, and grabbed Shen Mengke’s arm, pulling her aside. Her eyes burned with restrained anger, but Shen Mengke’s defiant gaze rejected all of it—it couldn’t even get close to her.

Because of Chen Yanxing’s sudden movement, Ren Zhou lost her support and nearly stumbled to the ground. Once she regained her balance, she looked up and saw her childhood best friend being… cornered and kissed by a beauty?!

Ren Zhou stared blankly at the scene, utterly shocked and expressionless, but still remembered to take out her phone and snap two photos.

Shen Mengke was retaliating against Chen Yanxing—for making decisions on her behalf without permission.

As soon as she was pulled aside, before Chen Yanxing could even speak, Shen Mengke turned around and pinned her to the wall.

The sudden impact against the wall made Chen Yanxing frown in pain, but the next second, soft lips pressed against hers.

Shen Mengke held Chen Yanxing by the shoulders, slightly tiptoeing to bite down on her lips.

She used force—and soon tasted a hint of bl00d. When she looked up and locked eyes with Chen Yanxing, her gaze gleamed with smug satisfaction.

Chen Yanxing’s frown gradually relaxed despite the sting. Her eyes narrowed, and she wrapped an arm around Shen Mengke’s waist, pulling her in tightly.

Through the thin fabric of their clothes, skin touched skin. The two orchid brooches on their chests left mirrored impressions on each other.

With her other hand, Chen Yanxing yanked off the brooch on Shen Mengke’s chest and tossed it aside. The fabric tore open slightly, revealing a glimpse of smooth white skin.

The clink of metal hitting the floor echoed loudly in the quiet hallway. Startled, Shen Mengke glanced sideways at the sound, but then quickly returned to kissing Chen Yanxing, wrapping her arms around her tighter.

Shen Mengke often felt that Chen Yanxing’s saliva must have some kind of aphrodisiac—how else could it be this addictive?

Chen Yanxing’s hand slid up to her neck, then quickly grasped the back of her head, deepening the kiss with force.

She reclaimed the upper hand and changed the nature of the kiss—her tongue teasing both Shen Mengke’s desire and tugging at her heartstrings.

The provocation and resentment in Shen Mengke’s eyes slowly faded. Her lips parted slightly, and through the thin fabric, she could feel Chen Yanxing’s heartbeat—rapid, just like hers.

In that moment, their hearts were connected by a string of silvery threads, and Shen Mengke slowly softened, no longer bristling with thorns.

“It was for your own good,” Chen Yanxing added at last.

Shen Mengke understood what she meant. She wasn’t stupid—she knew how shady Xu Shinian’s game was. But whether to leave or not should have been her decision. How she left—it was no one else’s right to interfere, especially not Chen Yanxing. This fool who went ahead and exposed their relationship to others.

The anger she had just barely calmed now flared up again. Shen Mengke tilted her head slightly to look at her. “I really hate that sentence. Also…”

“Add another clause to the contract. Without my permission, you’re not allowed to acknowledge me as your girlfriend in front of anyone.”

Chen Yanxing paused for a moment, then nodded. “I’ll bring you a new contract tomorrow.”

Shen Mengke finally smiled. She shoved the crumpled contract—still balled up in her hand—into Chen Yanxing’s chest and patted her cheek with one hand. “Good girl. I’m leaving now.”

“Wait.” Chen Yanxing grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

Before Shen Mengke could ask, Chen Yanxing unpinned the white orchid brooch from her own chest and fastened it onto Shen Mengke’s, covering the torn part of her shirt. “A replacement.”

Shen Mengke blinked. “But you…”

“I have another one,” Chen Yanxing replied.

Shen Mengke looked at her for a second. In truth, she knew—there was only one membership brooch per person at Yaozhou. No matter the reason, once it was lost, it was gone for good. There were no replacements. She had just learned that from Xu Shinian.

But she didn’t call her out. She simply smiled, turned, and walked away.

Chen Yanxing watched her enter the elevator. Only then did she raise a hand to her lips, gently brushing the spot that had been bitten. Then she carefully smoothed out the crumpled contract and placed it back into the folder. After everything was put in order, she looked up at Ren Zhou, who had been quietly watching the whole show from the sidelines.

“Delete the photos,” she said.

Ren Zhou stared at her seriously. One, two, three…

She didn’t last three seconds before bursting into loud, unrestrained laughter, completely unbothered by appearances.

“Chen Yanxing, I can’t believe this happened to you! Hahahahahaha—”

Chen Yanxing’s face darkened. She picked up the discarded brooch and threw it into the trash, then walked over to Ren Zhou.

“Had enough laughing?” she asked.

Ren Zhou was bent over with laughter, one hand smacking Chen Yanxing’s shoulder, wiping tears from her eyes. “Chen Yanxing, seriously… Have you been celibate in a temple too long? You picked someone this wild?”

Chen Yanxing smacked her hand away in disgust. “Don’t talk nonsense. She’s not like that.”

Ren Zhou paused. “Then she’s…”

“Fake. Just a fling.”

“Oh my god, Chen Yanxing. Is anything about you real?” She poked at Chen Yanxing’s chest. “Is this heart real?”

Chen Yanxing rolled her eyes and batted her hand away. “Let’s go inside.”

Shen Mengke had no idea what Chen Yanxing was thinking. Even if she did, she would probably just laugh it off.

Neither of them wanted to take responsibility. The two of them—what a perfect match.

But…

After she left Yaozhou and stood by the roadside, the warm summer wind blew against her, and though she hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol, her chaotic mind suddenly cleared.

She realized—she couldn’t get a cab here!

The area around Yaozhou was filled with exclusive high-end venues. All vehicles entering and exiting had to be registered. Outside cars weren’t allowed in, let alone taxis.

She didn’t like bothering people at night, especially not to come all the way out here. But even more so, she didn’t want to ask anyone inside that building for help.

After some hesitation, she finally pulled out her phone and called Fan Shi.

She had always known—Fan Shi wasn’t ordinary. If anyone could get in, it was her.

“Fan-jie, good evening.”

Shen Mengke crouched by the roadside, smiling as she spoke.

There was a brief silence on the other end. “What is it?”

“I’m at Yaozhou. I can’t get back. Can you come pick me up?”

Once the call ended, Shen Mengke finally let out a breath. She glanced at her phone—it was almost midnight. She’d gone through so much, and hadn’t had a proper meal all evening.

She sighed, poking the hard ground with her finger in boredom, unaware that her every move was visible from the window behind her.

Chen Yanxing stood by that window, watching the woman crouched on the ground. The golden light bathed her back, giving her dark hair a radiant glow.

Chen Yanxing watched her for as long as she crouched there—until she got into a black car—then finally looked away.

“Tsk tsk, I thought you were going to send her home yourself,” Ren Zhou suddenly appeared beside her, teasing.

Chen Yanxing shot her a look, then glanced at Ren Qi sitting on the sofa nearby. With a wicked smile, she walked right over.

Ren Zhou saw where she was headed and immediately panicked. She rushed to stop her, but Chen Yanxing was faster. She was already seated next to Ren Qi.

Who knew what Chen Yanxing said—Ren Qi looked straight at Ren Zhou, who immediately froze like a quail and ducked to the side, silently cursing Chen Yanxing a hundred times over.

Ren Zhou being afraid of Ren Qi—that was no secret.