I married my best friend's dad in a whirlwind romance, only to find out he'd secretly love

The night was deep, but the villa was brightly lit.

Lu Zhiyao took the drunk Qiao An'an to her room, answered a phone call, and said to Qiao An'an, "An'an, get some sleep. I have some training to finish, so I'll be back later."

After saying that, Lu Zhiyao covered her with the blanket and said worriedly, "Call me if you need anything. Aunt Wang has taken leave, and my dad is away on a business trip and I don't know when he'll be back."

But as soon as Lu Zhiyao left, Qiao An'an, who was lying on the bed, opened her eyes. She sat up and looked at the gift box on the bed. It was very exquisite, and it read: "An'an, I wish you get rid of this scumbag! You will like this gift!"

The signature reads: Yours truly, Yao Yao!

She and Lu Zhiyao are best friends. Lu Zhiyao knows her taste, and they often give each other gifts, whether it's for birthdays, holidays, or even for someone like her who is heartbroken today.

I never imagined that my first love would be such a scumbag!

She recalled the time Jiang Chen confessed his feelings, but he made many demands: she couldn't wear makeup, high heels, or off-the-shoulder clothes; she couldn't even wear a dress.

The most outrageous one is that they cannot satisfy their physiological needs.

But now this bastard is making such outrageous demands of her, and she's caught him messing around with his so-called junior classmate!

Qiao An'an opened the gift box. Inside was a thick, straight little toy with a bow tied on it, along with a bottle of lubricant. At the bottom of the box was a sexy suspender skirt.

She looked at the thing, slightly drunk, and thought that giving her virginity to a rotten cucumber was less desirable than giving it to this little toy.

Qiao An'an grew angrier the more she thought about it. Why should she have to follow the rules set by that scumbag? She refused!

Immediately afterwards, Qiao An'an changed into a spaghetti strap dress, lay down on the bed, and the bright red silk spaghetti strap dress accentuated her fair skin. The skirt flowed up her thighs and gathered at her waist.

She opened the pornographic video sent by her best friend Lu Zhiyao, shifted her body to find a comfortable position, and heard embarrassing sounds in her ears.

She closed her eyes, wanting to experience a joy she had never felt before.

The sounds coming from her ears grew increasingly deafening. She opened her eyes, looked at everything in the short film, and tried to take off her bra strap.

At that moment, the villa's door was pushed open, and a man in a beautifully tailored haute couture suit stood tall and imposing, pushing his suitcase with a confident air.

The person who arrived was Lu Yanzhi, the head of the Lu Group, a top-tier CEO in the business world, and also Lu Zhiyao's adoptive father.

The man's gaze fell on a pair of shoes in the entryway that didn't belong in the house.

Then he remembered that his daughter had mentioned that her best friend was about to start her internship and had invited her to stay at their home for a while.

He didn't pay attention, and went upstairs to change his shoes.

When I got to the second floor, I heard a faint, ambiguous sound coming from one of the rooms.

He paused, his deep eyes darkening, a somber glint in them, as he walked toward the room from which the sound was coming. The sound grew ever closer.

That's Qiao An'an's room. Whenever there was a holiday, Lu Zhiyao would bring Qiao An'an home to stay.

This room became Qiao An'an's regular room.

Qiao An'an's mind was blank in the room, and she was holding the small toy towards her private parts.

Suddenly, she sensed something; a shadow enveloped her.

Lu Yanzhi, who had just entered the room, was surprised to see such a sensual scene.

The girl lay on the bed, her red sundress slipping off her shoulders, her delicate, fair skin making one feel hot.

Her eyes and brows were red, and she held a small toy in her hand, dangling it in front of her.

Lu Yanzhi's Adam's apple bobbed, and his originally aloof, noble, and unapproachable aura was instantly shattered by surging, melancholic desire.

Qiao An'an knelt up, her eyes still blurry with drunkenness, and looked up at the man. She blinked, gazing at the handsome face before her.

Backlit, the man's sharp, hard jawline, his thin lips pressed tightly together, and his eyes like deep pools were staring intently at her.

"They're really good at it."

The man's voice was deep and magnetic, husky yet restrained. He reached out and precisely grasped her hand that was holding the toy.

The burning heat emanating from her wrist, the irresistible sense of control, the man's fingertips gently caressing her skin, sent a shiver through her body.

Qiao An'an was a little dazed when he shook her hand. She looked at the handsome face and the noble demeanor of the man in front of her, whose voice was soft and sweet.

"Was this also a gift from Yao Yao?"

Then, she muttered to herself, "If I can be a scumbag, why should I follow the conditions? He won't let me do it, but I'll do it anyway..."

Qiao An'an tilted her head back and boldly reached out to pull at his tie. Her fingertips brushed against the hot skin on the man's neck, and then she touched his firm, cold abdominal muscles.

The touch, the lines... Qiao An'an swallowed hard, her eyes brightening.

I don't want any toys or scumbag boyfriends anymore.

"Such a handsome and attractive man, she's definitely not at a loss."

Overwhelmed by alcohol and resentment, she grabbed the man's tie, pulled him down, and kissed his cool lips.

Soft lips pressed against mine, carrying a faint scent of alcohol and a youthful sweetness.

Lu Yanzhi stiffened, tightening his grip on her hand, his dark eyes surging with heat.

He wanted to push her away rationally, telling himself that she was his adopted daughter's best friend, ten years younger than him, and that she was drunk and didn't know what she was doing.

But his body overcame all restraint.

He was a man who could turn the tide of the business world with a flick of his wrist, capable of calmly and decisively strategizing. Yet, he was utterly defeated by her unwitting teasing and bold kiss.

"Qiao An'an." The man gritted his teeth, his whole body tense, and pushed Qiao An'an away. His voice was restrained and suppressed, his breathing erratic. "Do you know what you're doing?"

Qiao An'an acted as if she hadn't heard him, tearing at his shirt haphazardly with her small hands. The buttons popped open, revealing his hard, well-defined chest and abdominal muscles.

She tilted her head back, her eyes misty with tears and slightly red at the corners, and said in a cute but fierce tone, "You're mine, don't you dare run away..."

Lu Yanzhi looked at her red dress with a bold gaze, like a little wildcat. The feelings he had been hiding for a long time and had been deliberately suppressed surged up in his heart.

He chuckled softly, the desire in his dark eyes growing stronger, a tenderness tinged with danger. His voice was low and husky as he asked, "Do you see clearly who I am?"

Qiao An'an looked at the swaying shadow in front of her, shook her head, closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, for a moment she seemed to see the person in front of her clearly.

It's Lu Yanzhi, her best friend's adoptive father. Her best friend always complains to her about how cold and ruthless her adoptive father is, how he holds power and is an unattainable CEO.

But she wasn't afraid of him at all.

She reached out and wrapped her arms around the man's neck, nuzzling her nose against his thin lips, mumbling indistinctly, "You are...you are the Great Demon King Lu Yanzhi...I want you..."

Hearing this, Lu Yanzhi closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and suppressed all his rationality.

But Qiao An'an took the initiative to kiss Lu Yanzhi's lips again.

Lu Yanzhi's breathing became heavier instantly, and he put his hands on her shoulders, creating some distance between them.

"Don't regret it tomorrow!"

"I'll regret it if I don't do it..."

Lu Yanzhi closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and placed his large hand on the back of Qiao An'an's head. He took the initiative and kissed her deeply, his years of suppressed restraint finally breaking free, a kiss that was both gentle and forceful.

In the room, only ambiguous breathing and the man's deep, restrained, and doting tenderness remained.