You got your marriage certificate and then abandoned me? I'll feed the richest woman in the wor

In the master bedroom, only a vintage table lamp remained on the bedside table.

The warm orange light shone on Chen Yuan's broad shoulders and cast a deep shadow on Shen Wanzhou's fair face.

The distance between the two was forcibly compressed to a negative number.

The man's body temperature mingled with the cool scent of soap, like a giant, impenetrable net.

It covered her completely beneath it.

Shen Wanzhou's back was deeply embedded in the thick silk quilt.

Those few sips of highly concentrated fruit wine are still fermenting in my blood.

The alcohol made her react a beat slower than usual.

My head feels dizzy, like it's stuffed with a soft, fluffy cloud.

Those shimmering, peach-blossom eyes gazed dreamily at the man pressing down on her.

"You...you're so heavy..."

She muttered softly, her voice so sweet it seemed like you could squeeze water out of it.

Two fair and delicate arms pressed against Chen Yuan's hard chest, trying to push him away a little.

But that little bit of force, when it landed on a man who had spent years navigating the brutal world of the dark web, was less than the slightest touch of a feather.

"Heavy?"

Chen Yuan's voice was extremely hoarse, carrying a suppressed, dark fire.

He rested one hand on Shen Wanzhou's ear.

With his other hand, he unceremoniously grabbed her two fidgeting little hands and pressed them directly onto the pillow above her head.

"When I was watching those hunks dancing downstairs just now, why didn't I think they were heavy?"

Chen Yuan's dark eyes churned with undisguised jealousy and dangerous aggression.

Thinking back to ten minutes ago.

The group of mixed-race male models in the lobby, shirtless and covered in baby oil.

The woman surrounding him was striking seductive poses.

The last thread of reason in his mind was on the verge of snapping.

This is his precious child, whom he cherishes dearly and even protects with full protective gear when going to the supermarket.

I was actually looked at with such disgusting eyes by another man!

Although it was a farce orchestrated by Leng Yue.

But he was determined to get his revenge on Shen Wanzhou today.

"I didn't see it..."

Shen Wanzhou was unable to move because his wrist was gripped.

Sensing the dangerous aura emanating from the man, she pouted in grievance.

A thin layer of mist quickly gathered in her eyes.

"Leng Yue insisted on pinning me down on the sofa..."

"I've been hugging the pillow the whole time, and I haven't even opened my eyes."

She sniffed her red nose, slightly drunk, and began to act unreasonably coquettish.

"You're yelling at me... You're yelling at me even before we're married..."

This ability to turn the tables on someone is something they seem to have mastered without any instruction.

Chen Yuan looked at her with red eyes and a pitiful expression.

My heart felt like it had been squeezed hard; it was both sore and soft.

The anger he felt vanished almost entirely when he met those tearful, almond-shaped eyes.

But he wasn't going to let her off so easily tonight.

This cat is getting bolder and bolder; it's time to teach her a lesson.

"Didn't you see it?"

Chen Yuan lowered his head, his slightly cool, thin lips almost touching the tip of her nose.

Their breaths mingled, carrying a scorching heat.

"Then why is your face so red?"

"Because...because the alcohol is too strong..."

Shen Wanzhou turned her head away, trying to avoid his extremely oppressive gaze.

Her fair cheeks were now flushed red, and even her slender neck was tinged with a ripe crimson.

Chen Yuan gave her no chance to escape.

He pinched her chin with his large hand and turned her burning face back to him.

"Is the alcohol spicier, or is the person spicier?"

Chen Yuan's fingertips brushed heavily across her delicate lips.

It brought on a tingling, numbing sensation that sent shivers down one's spine.

next second.

He gave Shen Wanzhou no further room to defend herself.

He lowered his head and fiercely sealed those still-arguing red lips with his own.

this kiss.

Gone is the gentleness and restraint of the past.

With a clear sense of punishment, they forcefully and violently marched in.

Shen Wanzhou's breath was instantly taken away.

They could only passively endure this plundering, which was like a raging storm.

"Well……"

She let out a soft whimper.

The hands, which were pinned above the head, struggled unconsciously for a moment.

But she was restrained even more forcefully by the man.

The sweet taste of the fruit wine spread between their lips and teeth.

The scent, imbued with a uniquely masculine pheromone, instantly ignited the long-suppressed atmosphere in the master bedroom.

Chen Yuan's kisses traveled downwards.

It brushed past her delicate earlobe, down her slender neck, and landed on her exquisite collarbone.

Everywhere he went, he left a faint red mark.

It's like a personal mark that was deliberately branded.

Shen Wanzhou's body went limp like a pool of spring water.

My mind went blank, and all I could do was gasp for breath.

Her chest heaved violently, and her light-colored silk nightgown gradually came undone from the friction.

A large expanse of dazzling white skin was revealed.

"Chen Yuan...no..."

Her last shred of reason was still making a final struggle.

His voice was trembling uncontrollably.

"Tomorrow... I have to get up early tomorrow..."

Tomorrow is the day of the wedding of the century.

If things go wrong here tonight, how will she get up tomorrow to face the cameras of the entire city?

Chen Yuan stopped moving.

He raised his head.

Those dark eyes were now filled with suppressed, crimson blood vessels.

His Adam's apple bobbed laboriously on his long neck.

He loosened his grip on Shen Wanzhou's hands.

He straightened up slightly.

Just when Shen Wanzhou thought he was going to let her go.

Chen Yuan's hands.

But it landed on the lapel of his black shirt.

His well-defined fingers did not unbutton the few exquisite obsidian buttons.

Instead, he suddenly gripped the sides of the shirt tightly.

Pull hard.

"Sizzle—!"

The sharp, grating sound of fabric being violently torn was particularly jarring in the quiet master bedroom.

That expensive haute couture shirt was ruined.

The strip of cloth slipped off the man's broad shoulders and fell onto the carpet.

Under the warm yellow wall lamp.

Chen Yuan's near-perfect body was displayed before Shen Wanzhou without reservation.

Broad and firm pectoral muscles.

The eight-pack abs are neatly arranged and as deep as those in an ancient Greek sculpture.

And those two sexy cleavages that disappear into the waistband of the suit pants along the V-line.

Not an ounce of excess fat.

Every line contains the explosive power and wildness forged on the edge of life and death.

This visual impact.

He's a million times better than those male models downstairs who wear cheap baby oil.

Shen Wanzhou was stunned.

Peach Blossom's eyes were wide open, and she even forgot to breathe.

The blush on her face instantly spread to the back of her ears.

She swallowed hard, her gaze fixed on his well-defined abs.

It's impossible to move it.

Chen Yuan stared at her, completely mesmerized.

The curve of his lips rose higher and higher, and the dark fire in his eyes completely snapped the last thread of reason.

"Did you see clearly?"

Chen Yuan lowered his body again.

He braced his hands on either side of her.

His burning chest was almost pressed against her thin nightgown.

Chen Yuan's deep, husky voice burned in her ear: "What's so interesting about the men outside? Tonight, I'll let you see as many as you want."