A soft, broken murmur slipped from Wen Yang’s throat. Her eyes were misty, and her arms seemed about to give way. Fu Xingzhou looked at her up close, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly, then kissed her lips again.
He swallowed all her sounds, then rolled over, reclaiming dominance. He was no longer so gentle. Clothes and blankets tangled together, her fair skin sinking into the light-colored bedding—
—making her appear even more ravishing.
Fu Xingzhou couldn’t help but bend down to kiss her again. Wen Yang looked up at him with misty eyes, and he lost a bit of control.
That night—
They hadn’t started very late, but it was nearly dawn by the time they finished.
The master bedroom had a bathtub. Waves of water spilled over. Fu Xingzhou carried Wen Yang back to bed. She wrapped her arms around his neck, completely exhausted, her body soft and languid.
Fu Xingzhou brushed her hair aside and asked gently, “Do you want some water?”
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As Fu Xingzhou gathered her hair, he noticed the marks too. Her skin bruised so easily—it only stirred him more. After her hair was dry, Fu Xingzhou lifted her chin and kissed her between the brows. “I’ll go get us something to drink. You rest a bit.”
Wen Yang nodded and said, “Tonight’s pear soup is really good.”
“Mhm. Let’s try it together in a moment.”
Fu Xingzhou got out of bed and walked out. Wen Yang watched him go. She was about to flop back into bed. The cool-toned style of his place had a sense of mystery and intimacy—even sex felt different here. Her mind drifted with chaotic thoughts. Then she suddenly remembered something.
Wen Yang got out of bed, slipped on her slippers, and went out.
She called out, “The pear soup should be warmed up—too cold and it won’t taste good.”
As she said that, she’d already turned the corner toward the dining room. Fu Xingzhou had just entered the kitchen. His voice was clear and cool, “I’m already heating it.”
Wen Yang, still in slippers, arrived at the kitchen door.
She saw the man placing the stew pot back in the boiler, adding water to heat it up. He was tall, making the kitchen feel almost cramped. Fu Xingzhou turned and looked at her. She stood at the door, hair loose, soft and beautiful. His eyes were gentle. “It’ll be ready soon.”
Wen Yang smiled with her eyes and asked, “Do you know how to cook?”
Fu Xingzhou walked over to her, wrapped her into his arms, and said, “I cooked for a while when I was abroad.”
Wen Yang leaned against his chest and looked up. “No wonder you seem so skilled.”
Fu Xingzhou tapped her nose. “These past few years have been busy, I haven’t had much chance to cook.”
Wen Yang let out an “oh.”
“You didn’t even want a kitchen at your place in Washington before.”
“What made you change your mind?” she asked suddenly, a little puzzled.
Fu Xingzhou lowered his eyes to look at her, met her gaze, and said, “Didn’t you like it?”
“Just in case.”
Wen Yang was stunned. He had remodeled the kitchen… because of her. She blinked and murmured, “You really think far ahead… What if I hadn’t agreed to be with you?”
Fu Xingzhou kissed her lips. “Then I’d deal with it then.”
Wen Yang let out a soft hum.
A little while later, the pear soup was warmed. Fu Xingzhou brought it out. Wen Yang did want some, and ladled a bowl for each of them. One standing, one sitting by the dining table—Wen Yang sat, cradled her bowl, took a sip, and said, “Ah, it’s delicious.”
Fu Xingzhou chuckled and finished his in a few sips.
He cleaned up and went into the kitchen.
Wen Yang got up and headed to the small living room to check her draft. She’d forgotten to save it earlier. After clicking save, she noticed an unread email, sent in the afternoon—she hadn’t seen it.
The sender was from Yiyan’s official email.
Wen Yang moved the mouse and clicked it open.
The email was to notify her of changes in Yiyan’s equity structure.
A new venture capital company called Kaixin had taken a 15% stake, ranking just below Wen Yang. She recalled the agreement she’d seen before—the intended investor hadn’t been this company. But now that Kaixin had invested successfully, her 30% stake wouldn’t be bought out. A win-win. Wen Yang suddenly felt quite a bit of goodwill toward this Kaixin.
Fu Xingzhou dried his hands and came into the small living room. Seeing her focused on the email, he leaned against the armrest and waited for her.
Wen Yang turned and saw him. She said, “Yiyan has a new investor. They’re called Kaixin. The deal’s already done, so I don’t have to sell my 30%.”
Fu Xingzhou glanced at her screen, the corners of his lips lifting slightly. He nodded. “Mm, that’s good.”
He reached out a hand to her. “Let’s go to bed.”
Only then did Wen Yang remember—she was staying here tonight. Her ears burned slightly as she shut down the computer and let him lead her away.
The lights outside went out. In the master bedroom, the two of them washed up. Wen Yang got into bed and was pulled into his arms. She nestled into his chest, which carried the faint scent of soap. His presence enveloped her.
The master bedroom went dark.
A subtle sandalwood scent drifted in the air.
They smelled the same—clean and fresh. Wen Yang’s body softened as she drifted off, her breath falling lightly on his collarbone. Fu Xingzhou meant to kiss her softly, but she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck.
The kiss deepened.
Time passed.
In the dim room, shadows moved. Eventually, Wen Yang trembled all over, clinging tightly to his neck with a hint of pleading. Fu Xingzhou smoothed back her damp hair, kissed her, and whispered to comfort her.
After a long while, he got out of bed, brought back a warm towel, and gently wiped her sweat.
—
Late Night
Mengbai Studio.
Cheng Yanyu drove over and parked outside the studio. He called Li Man. After a long while, she finally picked up. She’d had some drinks and came out of the lobby in high heels, carrying her purse.
Cheng Yanyu stood by the car waiting.
Li Man saw him from afar, and a strange, hard-to-describe feeling rose in her chest. She walked down the steps. Cheng Yanyu looked up and asked, “You’ve been drinking?”
Li Man nodded, hugging her arms. A few seconds later, she stepped forward and hugged him. Cheng Yanyu paused—she smelled heavily of perfume—but then reached out and hugged her back.
“What’s wrong?”
Li Man didn’t move as she hugged him and said, “Nothing, I just wanted to hold you, little brother.”
Cheng Yanyu responded with a quiet “mm.” The two of them hugged outside for a moment before getting into the car.
Li Man played with her wavy hair, the scent of her curls rather strong. Cheng Yanyu started the car, and as they passed a bus stop, he noticed a girl in an apricot-colored dress standing there, hair tied in a bun, looking at her phone with a sweet, gentle expression. Her profile bore a slight resemblance to Wen Yang. Cheng Yanyu’s gaze unconsciously lingered on her for a few seconds.
Until the car drove past.
That afternoon, Yu Zhan had sent the shareholders an update on the company’s equity changes. Wen Yang had received it, but she hadn’t responded. She probably knew it was Fu Xingzhou who had invested on her behalf.
Upstairs, the atmosphere slowly shifted.
Li Man walked out wrapped in a bathrobe, a rose tattooed on her arm.
When Cheng Yanyu saw her remove the bathrobe, for some reason, the image of Wen Yang curled up in his arms flashed in his mind. He suddenly stood up and said, “I’m going to get a glass of water.”
Li Man sat on the bed and said, “Hurry up.”
“Okay.”
Ten minutes later, Cheng Yanyu came back with the water, and Li Man wrapped herself around him.
The night deepened.
Lights flickered in homes — some bright, some dim.
A thousand lives were unfolding in the still of the night.
–
The next day.
When Wen Yang woke up, Fu Xingzhou was no longer beside her, but the blanket had been tucked in snugly around her. The dress she wore now was the one he had helped her put on last night. She remembered how, at the end, she’d bitten his Adam’s apple — and bit hard.
Her ears warmed at the thought. She sat up and tucked her hair back. On the nightstand, Fu Xingzhou had placed her hair clip there for her.
Wen Yang picked it up and clipped her hair neatly.
She reached for her phone.
It was around 7:30 in the morning.
Yu Qing had sent her messages at around 3 a.m.
Yu Qing: Babe, you’re really not coming back tonight, right? I’m locking the door then.
Yu Qing: Babe, are you leaving me forever?
Wen Yang let out a soft cough and replied: I just woke up.
There was no reply from Yu Qing — she was likely still asleep. Wen Yang got out of bed and went into the bathroom to wash up. Afterward, she opened the door to the master bedroom and stepped out to look for Fu Xingzhou. When she turned the corner, she saw him standing at the hallway corner talking with the housekeeper auntie.
This was Wen Yang’s first time seeing this housekeeper — a plump, kind-faced woman. Wen Yang walked closer, intending to greet her, when she overheard the auntie asking, “What kind of breakfast does Miss Wen Yang like?”
Fu Xingzhou thought for a moment and said, “Make some oatmeal porridge.”
The housekeeper noted it down on her phone.
He added, “And warm up a glass of milk.”
“Alright, Mr. Fu.”
“The rest, you can decide.”
“Okay.”
The housekeeper looked up to say something, but locked eyes with Wen Yang instead. She paused for a second and then smiled at her. Wen Yang smiled back, eyes curving as she blinked.
Following the housekeeper’s gaze, Fu Xingzhou turned and saw her. He asked gently, “You’re awake?”
Wen Yang smiled. “Mm.”
She was still wearing a nightgown — and there was nothing underneath. Fu Xingzhou walked over and gently pulled her into his arms. He said, “There are clothes in the wardrobe, go change first.”
Her body was pressed against his. Hearing that, her face flushed red. That’s when she remembered and gave a soft, “Ah,” before mumbling, “I forgot… I usually at home… I have a habit of…”
“What habit?”
Fu Xingzhou looked down at her, amusement dancing in his eyes.
Wen Yang’s face turned completely red. She gave him a light push and said, “I’m going to change.”
Fu Xingzhou chuckled and let her go. Wen Yang turned and dashed back into the master bedroom.
The master bedroom had a large walk-in closet connected to the bathroom. Wen Yang opened the first wardrobe and found a neat row of spring outfits already prepared. She had no idea when he had arranged all this — just like that comfy nightgown from last night, which had magically appeared.
She took out a light-colored dress — her favorite style.
The tags were still on it.
As for the undergarments, he hadn’t prepared anything too complicated — just one or two styles, and he had even gotten both A and B cup sizes. When Wen Yang took them out, her face flushed again. He probably wasn’t sure about her size, so he prepared both.
She picked the B.
After changing into the dress, Wen Yang stepped out of the walk-in closet. Fu Xingzhou was sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for her.
He looked up and asked, “Does it fit?”
Wen Yang’s heart was thumping wildly. She nodded. “It fits. When did you prepare all this?”
Fu Xingzhou stood up, took her hand, and said, “A week ago. Just in case you decided to stay over.”
Wen Yang looped her arm through his. Fu Xingzhou opened the door, and the two of them walked out together. He looked down at her and said, “If the housekeeper’s not around, you can wear whatever you want here.”
Wen Yang’s ears turned red again.
She said, “Stop talking like that.”
Fu Xingzhou chuckled softly.
They entered the living room.
The housekeeper auntie came out carrying breakfast. When she saw Wen Yang, she greeted her with a warm smile: “Good morning, Miss Wen.”
Wen Yang’s eyes curved with a smile. “Good morning, Auntie.”
Seeing her smile, the housekeeper liked her instantly. “If there’s anything you feel like eating, just let me know. I can cook any cuisine.”
Wen Yang smiled and said, “If I have any cravings, I’ll definitely tell you.”
“Alright.”
Fu Xingzhou glanced at the girl beside him — Wen Yang, smiling openly and sweetly — and his eyes softened with quiet amusement.
Sansukini: The cheaters are now regretting while those who were cheated on were living quite happily.
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A sinful relationship can’t be happy. Their conscience are crying now. Deep down they don’t want to admit that they messed up.
Yeah..and another thing to highlight:
Yuyan’s mother loves Wen yang very much and Li Man was the one who broke a good marriage. It’s not that she wouldn’t let her son to move on. But She’s a woman with an upright character, she would never appreciate a woman who had a personality like Li Man, a woman who did whatever it takes to get what she wants and doesn’t care whether it’s appropriate or not.
Cheng Yuyan wouldn’t have a peaceful marriage as long as its Li Man whom he married with.
I don’t think madam Cheng would really bully a daughter in law, but even just cold treatment is enough to irritate a person.
With her personality, I don’t believe thst she will just accept a cold treatment from his mother.
So…a constant fight is to be expected.
I remember a saying that a relationship built on another woman’s tears will not flourish. Andddd would you look at that, the cheaters seemed to be in a not so happy relationship, clouded with regret and grievances.