Jiang Mian directly carried Fu Sichen to the back seat of the car, struggling and knocking off the mask on Fu Sichen’s face, all the while shouting, "Pervert! Hooligan! Bastard!"
Until her gaze t the familiar face above.
Fu Sichen...
A dim light flickered on above the back seat, and Jiang Mian felt a shiver at the sight of Fu Sichen’s icy black eyes.
Her eyes widened in an instant, her heartbeat audible in the quiet car: "You... how did you get here."
She was having a great ti dancing, and then out of nowhere, he ca and carried her out of the dance hall.
What’s the difference between this and kidnapping.
Jiang Mian almost thought she was going to be sold.
Fu Sichen’s gaze closely followed the makeup on the woman’s face, even noticing so tiny shimring particles at the corner of her eyes.
He hooked his lips into a smile: "Mrs. Fu, your makeup today is well-suited for rekindling emotions."
The man’s voice was deep, trailing off with a hint of laughter: "After all, it’s been over 20 days..."
"Stop!"
Jiang Mian’s slender hand clenched the hem of her dress tightly, as if it would be impolite to go on.
Fu Sichen pondered: "A three-day holiday?"
Jiang Mian replied truthfully: "Yeah."
"Coming here to find that feeling of romantic ambiguity?"
???
You know that too.
There’s a traitor among us.
Yangyang or Sister Ting, one of them!!!
Jiang Mian’s eyes sparkled, her red lips slightly curved, the eyeliner at the corner of her eyes sharp like a cunning little fox: "Right, I haven’t experienced it, so I have to seek it out."
She grew more confident as she spoke, finding a comfortable position and hooking her arms around Fu Sichen’s neck: "President Fu, this is work, and only by taking each job seriously can we live up to our salary, right?"
Fu Sichen was both amused and exasperated by Jiang Mian’s words.
The Mrs. in his arms always had so logic that left him speechless.
Fu Sichen pinched Jiang Mian’s slender waist, pulling at the ribbons wrapped around her, his dark eyes swirling with an undercurrent, like a volcano on the verge of erupting.
A chuckle escaped from his throat: "Then, I’ll help you search for that feeling of being in love over these three days."
??!!
Jiang Mian was once again startled.
This man must be crazy!!
"You’re not going to work?"
"The affairs of the Mrs. are also mine; it’s what a husband should do."
At that mont, the phrase "beauty is a man’s undoing" crossed Jiang Mian’s mind.
From now on, the king would no longer hold early court.
Neither of them were thinking of experiencing anything in the car, so Fu Sichen put down Jiang Mian and went to drive back.
The night deepened.
Lights were still on in one of the villas, the silhouette of entwined ribbons visible through the sheer curtains.
A teardrop hung from the corner of Jiang Mian’s eyes, voice slightly hoarse: "I was wrong..."
"Mhm..."
"Fu Sichen!!"
The man halted his movents, a rare smile playing at the corner of his lips: "Seems like you have quite the energy..."
He whispered in Jiang Mian’s ear: "Then let’s continue."
It was a declarative statent.
Jiang Mian felt her mind exploding.
That night she ca to a profound realization—
Never challenge a man’s bottom line.
Especially a vengeful man!!!
*
The next day
When Jiang Mian woke up, her body was incredibly weak.
Damn it.
Fu Sichen really played rough.
Apparently, he intended to keep her in bed for these three days.
Just as she was about to turn over, she realized there was still a hand over her waist.
???
Jiang Mian looked at the man next to her, his peaceful sleeping face, thick lashes.
Fu Sichen...
He was actually quite handso.
How had she never noticed his skin was so good before?
His complexion could rival her own, which had cost her quite a lot to maintain.
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