Chapter 138: Stellar Cultivation Technique

"Why?" The moment Gu Yan stepped through the door of Suite 521, Shen Hong's voice reached her.

"Huh? Why is President Shen here?" Completely oblivious to the tense atmosphere, Wei Hao blurted out. Shen Hong ignored Wei Hao, keeping his eyes fixed on Gu Yan's expressionless face. "There's no need." She didn't look at Shen Hong as she spoke. Once upon a time, she might have harbored illusions of mending a broken relationship, but after experiencing that night, she had given up all hope entirely. Even if a complete stranger suffered a stomach ulcer relapse right in front of you, it would be impossible to remain indifferent—let alone a lawful wife. That could only point to one conclusion: he did not love her.

"You two know each other?" It was only when Shen Hong slammed the door behind him and left in anger that Wei Hao finally pieced things out.

"Not well."

The heavy air was thick with the stench of alcohol and cigarette smoke, and the music was blasted to maximum volume, nearly deafening. Men and women twisted their waists and hips wildly on the dance floor, while coldly glamorous women laughed and mingled among groups of men, using frivolous words to tease those who could barely control themselves. Seductive women snuggled intimately into men's arms while the men drank and dallied with them. This was the city's most vibrant nightlife destination: a bar.

Beneath the dim lights, a bartender gently swayed his body, with utmost elegance mixing a colorful cocktail. A man in a suit sat by the bar counter, pouring drink after drink down his throat.

"Well, well! Our esteemed Young Master Shen actually has moments of loneliness. Do you need little old me to find you a few girls?" This was the scene that greeted Luo Xiaomeng as she walked in. It wasn't that she wanted to kick a man while he was down or take advantage of his vulnerability; she was simply too furious to hold back.

Shen Hong glanced at Luo Xiaomeng and continued drinking.

"Spit it out. What do you want with me?"

"Tell me about her." Perhaps due to the amount of alcohol he had consumed, his voice sounded somewhat hoarse.

"Ha!" Luo Xiaomeng couldn't help a sarcastic scoff. "Should I feel happy for Xiao Yan that her ex-husband is actually drowning his sorrows in a bar over her?"

"Tell me about her." Ignoring Luo Xiaomeng's tone, he merely repeated the phrase. He could not understand why, when she was the one who had proposed the divorce, the entire world seemed to treat it as his fault.

"You're asking the wrong person." Perhaps startled by Shen Hong's tone, Luo Xiaomeng stopped mocking him. "Come to think of it, I've failed Xiao Yan too, and I have hardly any right to call myself her sister. Three years ago, when she was at her most heartbroken, the ones by her side were not us so-called friends. He should know, but I doubt he'll tell you."

Hearing this, Shen Hong set down his glass. "Who is it?"

"Zheng Yingqi. Back then, Cai Mei was far away in South Korea, Xu Xian was gravely injured and in a coma, and both Yilin and I were actually blaming Xiao Yan at the very beginning. I don't know what happened to her during those days, but in the end, she simply vanished without a word."

Watching Shen Hong's pensive expression, Luo Xiaomeng continued, "You clearly had feelings for Xiao Yan. Even as a bridesmaid, I could deeply feel the happiness between the two of you at your wedding. Why did your attitude change after the marriage? I know Xiao Yan; she loved you. And I know even better under how much pressure she married you. With so many pairs of eyes watching, I think Xiao Yan wanted to hold on more than anyone else, just to show those waiting for a joke how happy the two of you were. If you think she divorced you for money, then I feel pathetic on her behalf. Think about it—Zheng Yingqi surpasses you in every single way; why on earth would Xiao Yan choose to marry you? Before it's too late, mending a broken mirror is not entirely hopeless. Think it over carefully; I don't want you to regret this."

After Luo Xiaomeng left, Shen Hong remained seated at the bar, drinking. *'Why did your attitude change after the marriage?'* He wanted to know the answer to that as well. Was chastity really that crucial to him? Shen Hong asked himself deep down, yet still could not find a logical reason.