??Chapter 144: 138: Be Her Dog, Do As She Says (First Update)
Chapter 144: 138: Be Her Dog, Do As She Says (First Update)
Fu Ying, twenty-seven years old.
At four, orphaned; taken in by Wind Town Angel Orphanage.
At ten, adopted by a couple from Chevalier.
At eighteen, studied finance at Kim Chowton University.
At twenty-two, employed by the world’s top ten Boksen Company.
At twenty-six, headhunted to Zhou Group as Senior Sales Director.
At twenty-six, registered marriage with Zhou Kangyi at Lantu.
This was Fu Ying’s public resu, half true, half false.
Wrapped in a thin blanket of sumr, she stood by the window, her third glass of red wine in hand. She seed to enjoy getting up in the middle of the night, drinking until slightly tipsy; the night before last was the sa.
“Were you shocked when you first saw
at the Zhou Family’s place?”
Chen Baishi embraced her from behind, “No.”
She turned around, offering him the unfinished wine, “So, you think I’m the kind of woman who’s willing to cosy up to an old man for money?”
Chen Baishi opened his mouth, and the wine he didn’t have ti to swallow dripped down his collarbone.
He wasn’t wearing a shirt. His arms, bronzed and strong from military training, easily encircled her waist, “You are not.”
The empty glass was carelessly thrown onto the thick carpet by Fu Ying.
Her delicate arms reached for the man’s neck, the blanket fell to the floor, and her slip dress, very short, slid further up as she tiptoed.
“Junior brother, don’t claim too much, you don’t fully understand .”
“Why change your na?”
Fu Ying, with her arms around Chen Baishi’s neck, delicately wiped the wine from his body with her fingers, “Then tell
first, why didn’t you tell Zhou Sheng my na was fake?”
Chen Baishi said, “You taught
Taekwondo and kick-boxing in high school.”
“Returning the favor?”
“Yes.”
“So it’s payback one for one,” Before marrying into the Zhou Family, to better resemble the Fu Ying on her resu, she grood herself ticulously, her skin becoming pale and delicate everywhere except for the calluses on her hands that wouldn’t clean off—rough, rubbing against Chen Baishi’s chest, “Let
calculate how many tis you’ve owed
these days.”
Not one word she said was serious.
Chen Baishi grabbed her hand, bending down to kiss her.
She laughed while kissing back, teasing him by pinching his hot earlobe and continued to taunt him in the brief monts they parted, “The first ti was
begging you, but not the tis after that.”
She was very naughty.
Even in high school, Chen Baishi realized that all the boys who liked her both loved and hated her.
Chen Baishi pressed down on her waist, warning her, “Fu Mingyue.”
“Not calling
‘Lady’ anymore?”
The floor-to-ceiling window was one-way viewable.
No need to worry about being seen from outside, Chen Baishi set Fu Ying on the carpet below the sofa, his strong muscles easily supporting her weight, causing her to lean entirely on him.
Fu Ying cursed, “Chen Baishi, you beast.”
He laughed.
Fu Ying’s slender wrists rested on his shoulders, “You can smile?” she humd in a coy voice, “I misjudged you—I thought you were a rock.”
In such monts, she was always talkative, igniting with nearly every sentence.
Chen Baishi was her opposite, reserved, one to keep silent if possible. Last night, she had forced him to call out ‘Lady’ a few tis for amusent.
He called out.
Now calling her by the na, she teased him again.
His movents were tender, though he usually wore a stern expression, “Stop talking.”
“Then make
speechless,” she challenged.
“…”
Their days had been chaotic.
The day they crossed the line, when she woke up, her first words were, “Chen Baishi, are you a dog?”
She was complaining about the marks he had left.
He humbly acknowledged, assuming a tad posture, “You said I was.”
Both were tough, each without a soft word to spare.
At that ti, Fu Ying had called her secretary to bring dicine and condoms. That’s how naturally Chen Baishi was drawn into Fu Ying’s domain.
The capital’s nights in August were still sowhat cool.
Chen Baishi picked up the blanket that had fallen onto the carpet, wrapped Fu Ying with it, and carried her to the bedroom.
She was sleepy and turned on her side with her back to him as soon as she touched the bed.
n’s body temperature might always be higher than won’s, but in any case, Chen Baishi felt like a furnace; when he ca close, she quickly ward up.
As she drifted into sleepiness, he asked, “Fu Mingyue, tell , what exactly do you want?”
She lied, “Zhou Group.”
“You’re lying to
again.”
She hadn’t avoided him when making calls these days.
She knew Zhou Sheng was in the process of transferring assets; if she truly wanted the Zhou Group, she wouldn’t be doing nothing now.
Chen Baishi speculated, “There’s content in the will that’s not in your favor, right?”
She placed her cold feet on him, coveting the warmth from his body, not answering, but instead asked him, “Am I your master now?”
Without any hesitation, Chen Baishi affird, “Yes.”
Though they were in the closest relationship possible, they both tacitly avoided any talk related to love.
It was as if she defaulted to their relationship as rely a physical transaction.
She said, “There was never a will from the start.”
Zhou Kangyi would never willingly give up on his useless son; she even had her sign an agreent before marriage to give up her inheritance rights. But Zhou Kangyi made one mistake: what she wanted was never the Zhou Group.
What she wanted was, “I want Zhou Sheng to repent in prison for the cris he had committed.” It was ti to close the net.
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