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Chapter 281 The Innocent Yet Alluring Nephew's Wife 12

Liu Yunshu turned around, raised an eyebrow at Fu Yanshen, and lightly tapped his chest with her fingertip.

"Oh no~ he's here, what should I do~"

A hint of amusement flashed in Fu Yanshen's eyes as he raised his hand and pinched her chin.

His fingertips gently traced her soft lips, his voice low, husky, and dangerous:

"Little fox, I know you're excited—let me see what you're planning to do?"

The cunning in Liu Yunshu's eyes shone even brighter.

She gently pushed Fu Yanshen away, straightened the slightly disheveled collar of her nightgown, and called out through the door, her voice tinged with just the right amount of sleepiness:

"Jingming-ge? It's so late, is something the matter?"

Fu Jingming's angry roar, reeking of alcohol, came from outside the door: "Open the door!"

Liu Yunshu curled her lip—a useless piece of trash who only knows how to fly into a rage.

She opened the door a crack and peeked out.

"Jingming, what's wrong?"

Fu Jingming's eyes were bloodshot as he swept his gaze fiercely over her, then tried to peer into the room: "Is someone hiding in your room?!"

Liu Yunshu blinked, feigning confusion, but a hint of mockery lurked in her eyes.

She blocked his view, her voice soft and tinged with grievance:

"Jingming, are you drunk? I was about to go to sleep this late. There's no one else in the room. Did you... hear some gossip?"

Fu Jingming was speechless at her innocent appearance. His composure returned slightly, and he was about to speak—

"Besides, this is an old mansion, full of Fu family elders and servants. How could I dare to harbor outsiders?"

Liu Yunshu pouted slightly, her eyes reddening, looking as if she had suffered a great injustice, but her fingertips were secretly stroking Fu Yanshen's abs behind her back.

Fu Yanshen's Adam's apple bobbed, and a flame suddenly ignited in his eyes. He grabbed her misbehaving wrist.

He rubbed her palm hard with his fingertips, the force mixed with punishment, yet he couldn't bear to hurt her.

Liu Yunshu trembled slightly as he gripped her hand, but a sly smile curved her lips. "Brother Jingming, don't you think so?"

Fu Jingming shook his heavy head, feeling the effects of the alcohol and his vision blurring.

He stared into Liu Yunshu's innocent and clear eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing. The question he had originally asked was stuck in his throat, leaving only frustration and resentment.

He reached out to grab her wrist, but she deftly avoided him, and that deliberate aloofness instantly ignited his pent-up anger.

Why are you hiding?!

Fu Jingming growled, his breath reeking of alcohol as he sprayed it onto her face.

"Su Manli told me everything, you're not faithful at all! Have you been hooking up with someone else all along?"

The confusion in Liu Yunshu's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a thin layer of ice, but her voice remained soft, trembling with a hint of grievance:

"Jingming, how could you believe someone else's instigation? What did I do wrong to make you distrust me like this?"

The last sentence carried a subtle hint of seduction, and the knuckles of the fingers gripping the wall turned slightly white from the force.

What a jerk! He's got some nerve... but she likes it.

Fu Jingming stared blankly at Liu Yunshu, whose eyes were filled with affection and whose face looked innocent.

"Yun Shu, you... look especially beautiful tonight."

His voice suddenly softened, carrying a drunken stupor, his eyes fixed on her face, and he reached out to touch her cheek.

"Yunshu, don't be angry... I just drank too much and listened to Manli's nonsense... You're much prettier than her, how could I not believe you......"

Liu Yunshu turned her head away in disgust, her eyes almost overflowing with coldness, yet her tone remained gentle:

"Jingming, you're drunk. Go home and rest. It's not good if the elders see you. Hmm~"

You jerk! Be gentle!

That trembling voice sent a shiver down Fu Jingming's spine.

In his drunken stupor, all that remained was a burning possessiveness. He staggered forward and reached out to hug her.

"Yun Shu, I know I was wrong... Don't avoid me..."

Liu Yunshu's pupils contracted slightly, and she was about to dodge when Fu's mother's hoarse and impatient voice came from not far away:

"Jingming? What's all the noise about in the middle of the night! Go to sleep!"

As the footsteps drew closer, Madam Fu appeared at the end of the corridor, yawning. She caught sight of the two men locked in a stalemate and her face darkened.

"Liu Yunshu! Still flirting with Jingming late at night? Can't you behave yourself?!"

Liu Yunshu immediately put on a wronged expression, shrank back behind the door, and whispered:

"Auntie, I didn't... Jingming was drunk and insisted on coming in. I just wanted to persuade him to go back."

Fu Jingming sobered up a bit after his mother's yelling, but still stubbornly insisted, "Mom! It's not her fault! It's my fault..."

"Shut up!"

Fu's mother interrupted him sharply, glared at him fiercely, and then turned to Liu Yunshu, her tone harsh.

"Alright, go back to your room! This is ridiculous! All this arguing in the middle of the night! It'll be a disgrace to the Fu family if word gets out!"

After saying that, she grabbed Fu Jingming and headed towards the guest room.

Fu Jingming struggled to turn around, his gaze fixed on Liu Yunshu, and mumbled:

"Yun Shu... Yun Shu..."

Liu Yunshu stood at the door, watching the two figures disappear around the corner. The grievance in her eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a captivating charm.

She closed the door, gently leaned against Fu Yanshen's chest, wrapped her arms around his neck, looked up at him, and spoke in a soft, gentle voice:

"Uncle, you're really something..."

Fu Yanshen chuckled softly, the vibrations of his chest transmitted through their pressed backs, hot and alluring.

He lowered his head, his thin lips brushing against her earlobe.

"So, do you like it or not? You were really nervous... about him coming in just now, weren't you?"

Liu Yunshu's waist trembled slightly, her eyes filled with a wet mist, yet she deliberately raised her chin in defiance, her fingertips tracing his taut jawline.

"Yeah~ I'm so scared~ Do you like it?"

Fu Yanshen's heart was aroused by her alluring yet docile appearance. He leaned down and bit her lips, gently grinding them as if punishing her, his breath hot.

"I love it, I absolutely adore it... to death."

Liu Yunshu's body went limp from the kiss, her fingertips weakly gripping his shirt collar, yet she didn't forget to nuzzle his chin with her nose, playfully scolding him.

"You always bully me..."

"Bullying you?"

Fu Yanshen chuckled softly and spun her around.

Liu Yunshu was held in his arms like a koala, letting out a soft cry as her feet left the ground, and instinctively hugging his neck tightly.

Soft and close to his chest, her nose nestled in the crisp, snowy scent of his neck.

He pinned her against the cold wall, his dark eyes surging with an intense, unyielding possessiveness.

Looking down at her reddened eyes, he gently stroked her cheek with his fingertips: "Scared?"

Liu Yunshu looked up at him, her eyelashes glistening with tiny droplets of moisture, but a cunning glint in her eyes. She reached out and gently pinched his shoulder.

"What kind of skill is it to bully a weak woman like me?"

"Weak woman?"

Fu Yanshen chuckled softly, leaned down and captured her lips in his, his voice terribly hoarse.

"She was so quick-witted when she was provoking Fu Jingming, and so cunning and clever when she hid in my arms pretending to be innocent—how is she like a weak woman?"

His kisses were rapid and intense, spreading from the corners of his lips to his jaw and neck, leaving behind a series of burning marks.

Liu Yunshu was so overwhelmed by his kisses that she could only let him control her, occasionally letting out soft moans of unbearable pleasure.

Her fingertips unconsciously scratched his back, crumpling his expensive shirt into deep wrinkles.

Moonlight streamed through the gauze curtains, casting hazy shadows on the intertwined figures of the two.

Fu Yanshen carried her to the bedside, gently put her down, and stroked her slightly swollen lips with his fingertips, a hint of tenderness mixed with the flame in his eyes.

"How long do you want to keep playing, hmm?"

Liu Yunshu curled up in the soft bedding, looked up at him, her eyes reddening, like a kitten that had been provoked but still wanted to stretch out its claws in a defiant manner.

"Getting impatient?"

Fu Yanshen chuckled softly, leaning down to support himself beside her. His dark eyes locked onto her, and his fingertips gently brushed against her flushed cheeks, carrying a burning heat: "Impatient, I can't wait."

His fingertips slid slowly down her collarbone, brushing against the delicate fabric of her silk nightgown, stirring a subtle shiver.

Liu Yunshu subconsciously shrank her shoulders, but the cunning in her eyes intensified.

She reached out and hooked his tie, pulling him closer until their noses almost touched: "If you want to, don't just say no..."

These words were like a spark that ignited a fuse, instantly setting off a fire in Fu Yanshen's eyes.

He grabbed her wrist with his other hand, pressed it against the pillow, and leaned down to kiss her lips.

Liu Yunshu groaned, but responded defiantly, her fingertips gripping his shirt.

Their breaths mingled, filling the air with an ambiguous atmosphere.

After an unknown amount of time, Fu Yanshen finally stepped back slightly.

Looking at her reddened eyes and slightly swollen lips, his dark eyes surged with a mixture of desire and tenderness.

He reached out and brushed away her sweaty, tousled hair, his fingertips tracing her flushed cheeks, his voice hoarse: "Still dare to provoke me, little fox?"

Liu Yunshu was panting, her eyes misty with tears.

But she deliberately raised her chin, lightly licking the corner of her lips with the tip of her tongue, her expression alluring: "Uncle Fu... is that all... hmm?"

Before she could finish speaking, Fu Yanshen chuckled and leaned down to kiss her again.

This kiss was filled with an even stronger possessiveness, as if it wanted to devour her whole.

Liu Yunshu let him lead her astray, her fingertips gripping his shirt tightly.

Her body involuntarily pressed against him, like vines entwining a tree, both dependent and close.

"Is that all you've got? Hmm?"

"Yeah... um... that's all you've got..."

"Ha...still being stubborn..."

"How capable am I, your husband? Hmm?"

"I...you...um..."

"What's wrong? Can't you speak?"

"I……"

"How's your skill? How's it?"