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By the time I got back to the apartment, it was already dark.

The motion-sensor light in the entryway turned on, its warm yellow glow like a thin veil, gently outlining the silhouettes of the two people embracing tightly.

Fu Yanshen locked the door with his other hand, making a soft "click" sound, as if shutting out the whole world.

He easily lifted her up by supporting her hips with one hand.

Liu Yunshu gasped softly, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her cheek against his warm neck.

He roughly ripped off his tie and tossed it aside.

The shirt collar then loosened, revealing a well-defined collarbone.

His usual aloof and cold demeanor was now shattered by an intense and blatant possessiveness.

His gaze was like a scorching hot iron, fixed on the reddened eyes of the person in his arms.

Like a predator locking onto its prey, it displays undisguised aggression.

His strong arms lifted her up, and his thin lips brought close to her ear.

His deep, slightly husky voice, tinged with a hint of ambiguity, struck her heart with each word: "Provoke me? Hmm?"

Liu Yunshu wrapped her slender arms around him even tighter, like a koala clinging to a tree, sticking close to him.

Her voice was soft and sweet, with a drawn-out, endearing tone: "President Fu~ Uncle Fu~ Little Uncle~"

Her fingertips, however, restlessly traced lightly across the skin on the side of his neck.

Fu Yan let out a low laugh, a laugh that contained a hidden fire that had been easily stirred.

"No matter how sweetly you call out," he said, nibbling at her earlobe with a gentle touch, "you can't escape tonight's consequences."

"They didn't intend to hide!"

Liu Yunshu suddenly buried her burning cheeks even deeper into his neck, the blush at the corners of her eyes deepening, as if rouge had melted away.

After a moment, she called him by his full name, seemingly both embarrassed and annoyed: "Fu! Yan! Shen!"

"What's wrong?"

A playful smile curved his lips as he asked the question, knowing full well the answer.

Liu Yunshu tightened her grip on the front of his shirt, tilting her head back to glare at him.

Her cheeks were burning hot, and her eyes were misty with tears. Her angry expression was not intimidating at all; instead, it sounded like she was pouting: "You did that on purpose!"

"Yes, it was intentional."

Fu Yanshen readily admitted it, his voice trailing off in a lazy yet magnetic tone, as he carried her steadily toward the large sofa in the living room.

"..."

He suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered something, his tone almost overflowing with mockery.

Liu Yunshu bit her lip and pinched his shoulder lightly with her fingertips.

"What? Mr. Fu has started composing poems too?"

Her eyes sparkled as she continued.

"...Did I answer correctly?"

Fu Yanshen stopped abruptly, his arms tightening around her.

He looked down at her, his eyes so dark they seemed to ignite a raging fire, and his Adam's apple bobbed violently.

He pinched the soft flesh of her side with his fingertips, his voice hoarse as if it had been sanded: "Yes! Very fitting!"

He leaned back into the sofa, letting her sit sideways on his lap, one arm encircling her slender waist, his gaze deep: "Try it."

A mixture of reproach and cunning flickered in Liu Yunshu's eyes. She raised her hand to hook the back of his neck, offering her red lips in a soft, seductive voice:

"Mr. Fu, please try some..."

Fu Yanshen chuckled softly, then instantly took the initiative and kissed her deeply.

His palms roamed slowly along her back, from her soft hair to her slender waist, every touch carrying a burning heat.

Liu Yunshu was so weak from the kiss that she could only cling to his neck for support.

The crisp scent of cedar and a hint of tobacco lingered around his nose, blending with a unique woody aroma, creating the most alluring and seductive scent.

She unconsciously hummed softly, her fingertips digging into his thick hair.

This subtle movement elicited a suppressed chuckle from Fu Yanshen's throat.

"Sweetie, relax a bit."

He stepped back slightly, his breath unsteady, his voice low and hoarse, "Why are you still so nervous..."

Liu Yunshu's cheeks flushed red. She turned her head away and lightly bit his earlobe, both embarrassed and annoyed: "It's all your fault..."

Before the last syllable could finish, it was swallowed up by his suddenly deepened kiss.

His fingertips slowly traced the curves of her waist.

Through a thin shirt, her undulating curves were outlined.

The warm yellow light fell on his drooping eyelashes, casting small, dappled shadows.

His usually aloof and restrained features were now covered by intense lust.

His deep eyes reflected only her image, like a deep pool filled with molten lava, dangerous and scalding.

"What's there to be nervous about?"

He pulled away slightly, his fingertips tenderly caressing her slightly swollen lips, his voice low and seductive.

"I'm not nervous..."

Liu Yunshu's eyes were alluring as she suddenly leaned close to his ear, her breath sweet and delicate, her voice soft and coquettish yet carrying a wild provocation.

"Why did you eat...?"

Fu Yanshen's eyes suddenly darkened, and the last string of reason was completely snapped by her sweet and wild words.

He chuckled softly, a laugh filled with burning possessiveness, and raised his hand to cup the back of her head, kissing her fiercely once more.

He felt as if he wanted to meld her into his chest and make her part of his blood.

Under his intense assault, Liu Yunshu completely melted into spring water, and could only helplessly cling to his shoulders and neck.

The rapid pounding of their hearts overlapped, making it impossible to tell whose was more frantic or whose was more burning.

His palm slid down her smooth back, firmly grasped her waist, and gently pulled her.

This made her fit even more closely to him.

When they separated slightly, his forehead touched hers, and their noses rubbed intimately together.

His eyes were as deep as the midnight sea, churning with an intense and unyielding passion and desire.

"Want to eat me?"

His voice was hoarse and incredibly magnetic, as he lightly traced her chin with his fingertips.

"Little fox, do you really think I'm Tang Sanzang?"

"Brother, you smell so good~"

She deliberately drew out her words, her fingertips sliding down his open collar and gently tracing the taut lines of his collarbone.

Fu Yanshen was so taken aback by her charming yet bold teasing remark that he let out a low chuckle.

The vibrations in his chest traveled through their skin, carrying a burning, seductive heat.

He lowered his head, his nose brushing against her reddened earlobe, his warm breath sweeping across her delicate skin.

"Brother Tang Sanzang?"

He deliberately dragged out his words, the mockery at the end laced with a hidden fire, "So, you little vixen, are you planning to tear me apart and devour me?"

Liu Yunshu looked up at him, the redness at the corners of her eyes spreading out like peach blossoms covered in dew.

Her shimmering eyes were full of cunning provocation.

"What's a little bit of eating your own flesh? I want you to willingly offer yourself up to me."

Fu Yanshen lowered his head and bit her lower lip as punishment, gently grinding it.

"You should have known long ago that my feelings for you have always been entirely voluntary."

"I'm willing to be led by you, willing to lose control for you, willing... to give all my tenderness and all my madness to you alone."

As soon as he finished speaking, he kissed her again.

The warm light elongated their intertwined figures, casting them across the walls and floor.

A gust of wind had picked up outside the window, pounding against the French windows with muffled thuds.

The crabapple tree in the courtyard swayed wildly in the strong wind, its petals falling like rain and sticking to the wet bluestone bricks.

It's like the thick, inseparable love that fills the room right now.

After a long while, the wind stopped and the rain ceased.

Fu Yanshen remained seated on the sofa, the turbulent emotions in his eyes not yet fully subsided, but a languid tenderness emanating from him after a satisfying meal.

He casually ran his fingertips through her slightly damp long hair.

"Little fox,"

He spoke, his voice still hoarse from the aftermath.

"Tell me, how do you want Fu Jingming to annul the engagement?"

Liu Yunshu leaned lazily against his shoulder like a satisfied cat, her cheeks still flushed and her breathing still a little rapid.

Unconsciously, she brushed her nose against the pleasant scent of cedar on his shirt.

Her fingertips unconsciously traced circles on his chest, her voice soft and sweet, with a hint of huskiness:

"Of course, we should tie him and Su Manli together tightly."

Fu Yanshen chuckled softly, his fingertips caressing her delicate cheek, a hint of cold amusement flashing in his eyes.

"To be bound together by 'mutual affection'?"

She playfully touched his lips with her fingertip, her tone charming yet subtly sharp.

"Uncle Fu is incredibly powerful; he'll definitely find a way to make them... 'reap what they sow,' right?"

Then, she recounted Su Manli's less-than-honorable past—being a mistress of a wealthy man and having a miscarriage in secret.

The evidence that Shen Qingqing helped collect was presented clearly and systematically.

Finally, she winked mischievously.

"I originally planned to give them this 'gift' at the Su family banquet, but now that I think about it, that would be too easy on Fu Jingming."

Fu Yanshen caught her mischievous fingers, brought them to his lips and kissed them lightly, his eyes deep and unfathomable:

"It's incredibly easy to completely tie them down."

He paused, a calculating glint flashing in his eyes.

"I understand Fu Jingming's thoughts. He cares about his image, but he can't bear to give up the remaining influence of the Su family."

"With just a little guidance, making him think there's something to gain, he'll naturally flock to you."

"Create an 'accident' that forces them to stay together, such as making outsiders think they've already been having an affair and that it's a fait accompli."

Liu Yunshu's eyes lit up as she listened, and she leaned over to give him a rewarding kiss on the corner of his lips: "Uncle Fu is indeed the best."

Fu Yanshen tightened his arms around her waist, locking her firmly in his embrace. His voice was deep and possessive.

"For you, I don't mind using any means necessary."

He looked down into her eyes, his gaze revealing an undeniable domineering nature beneath the deep affection.

"But what are you planning to do to reward me after this is all done, hmm?"

Liu Yunshu's eyes slightly upturned, exuding boundless charm.

Her fingertips gently traced his prominent Adam's apple, her voice as sweet as honey: "Uncle Fu, what reward would you like?"

She leaned close to his ear again, her warm breath carrying endless allure.

"Do you want me to 'feed' you bird's nest again, or... something else?"

Fu Yanshen's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and the flames that instantly ignited in his eyes were even brighter than before.

He suddenly grabbed the back of her head and kissed her heavily with a burning, possessive breath, almost stealing her breath away.

It took a long time for him to relax, his breathing was heavy, and his voice was hoarse as if it were burning:

"Of course it's...something else."