She died tragically at her engagement banquet, and was reborn to marry the heir of the Beijing elite

"Xiaxia, don't worry, I know best what I want. All I want is you. But you wouldn't want your man to be an ungrateful person, especially since your benefactor is your own sister. Perhaps some media hype and exaggeration will make you sad in the future, but no matter what, please believe in my sincerity towards you. In my life, Fu Yanchen, you, Shen Mengxia, are the only one in my eyes. You are like a ray of brilliant light, successfully rescuing me from the darkness. You are my goddess."

Fu Yanchen, who was usually taciturn and sparing with words, unexpectedly delivered such a long, tender, and cheesy confession today. This unprecedented act made Shen Mengxia, who was standing in front of him, clearly perceive the tension and unease deep within his heart.

Shen Mengxia smiled sweetly, like an adorable little koala, and lightly leaped onto Fu Yanchen's broad and sturdy body, hugging him tightly.

Then, she blinked her bright, expressive eyes and said softly, "People often say that sweet words are the least reliable, only a man's body is the most real and trustworthy. Darling, why don't you prove it to me now?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Yanchen couldn't help but smile, revealing a doting yet slightly teasing smile, and softly replied, "Oh dear, my little rascal, why are you in such a hurry to urge your husband to hand over his 'labor'? Haha, since my darling has this need, then I, your husband, will naturally come to satisfy it as soon as possible!"

Before he finished speaking, he opened his arms and hugged Shen Mengxia tightly, then strode slowly toward the spacious and comfortable bed in the bedroom.

A clear, melodious laugh, like the tinkling of silver bells, suddenly rang out from the festively decorated bridal chamber.

At that moment, Shen Mengqing walked lightly to the door of the bridal chamber. Actually, she had only come to explain to her younger sister what had happened that day, fearing that her sister might be upset by it.

However, fate always seems to play tricks on people. At this moment, she happened to witness such a blush-inducing scene—the young couple were committing adultery in broad daylight!

At this moment, Shen Mengqing felt as if her heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, a feeling that was indescribable and extremely bitter.

Looking back, I realize I've always been so virtuous, yet in the end, I was defiled by that bastard named Liu Zifeng. The more I think about it, the angrier I become, but even more so, I feel a deep sense of helplessness and sorrow.

Meanwhile, the sounds of pleasure emanating from the bridal chamber seemed to possess a certain magic, gradually eroding Shen Mengqing's reason.

Gradually, she felt her body becoming uncontrollably hot, and her heart felt restless and unbearable, as if countless ants were crawling inside her.

This unfamiliar yet intense feeling made her both embarrassed and somewhat at a loss.

She instinctively wanted to turn around and leave immediately, to get away from this embarrassing place, but for some reason, her feet seemed to be rooted to the spot, and she couldn't bear to move an inch.

Fu Yanchen gently stroked Shen Mengxia's back, feeling her softness and warmth. His lips lightly kissed her shoulder, leaving a series of passionate kisses.

Shen Mengxia breathed softly, responding to Fu Yanchen's affection. Fu Yanchen was shocked by Shen Mengxia's initiative and instantly took the initiative, his nimble tongue sliding into Shen Mengxia's mouth, sucking on that softness and taking every corner.

They seemed to have become one.