The wealthy military officer spoils his wife excessively

All eyes in the dressing room immediately focused on Nie Suwen.

Suwen looked apologetically at Xiaojia. She knew that it was just as frustrating for a model to leave halfway through makeup as it was for an artist to have their canvas taken away halfway through a painting. For a stylist, a makeup look was also a work of art.

Xiao Jia finally realized the gravity of the situation, shook her head helplessly, and watched her leave with that Assistant Xu.

The competition has VIP rooms backstage, which are specially designed to entertain wealthy young men who have the time and money to watch the finals. Of course, there are also some empty seats for sponsors, but most sponsors only pay for advertising and do not actually come to watch.

Assistant Xu escorted her to the corridor and then pointed to one of the VIP rooms.

Su Wen nervously placed her hand on the doorknob. What was wrong with this person? He promised to wake her up, then walked away and left her alone at home. Now the competition is about to start, and he's calling her backstage.

The moment the door opened, she was greeted by a passionate kiss. She didn't know who hugged whom first, or who lost their composure first, but Suwen felt that her fever must have gotten worse, because she began to feel dizzy and lightheaded, and her whole body was burning hot.

She was lost in this dizziness.

Lu Zheng put his arm around her waist, his cool forehead pressed against her burning forehead, and frowned: "Why hasn't your fever gone down yet?"

Suwen then became coy and pushed against his chest, saying, "What are you doing? I still need to put on makeup. I'm going on stage soon..."

Lu Zheng acted as if he hadn't heard her at all, and continued to play with a strand of her loose hair, twirling it between his fingers: "Didn't you take your medicine? I put it on the bedside table."

"..." Su Wen was speechless. She didn't tell him that she couldn't take medications containing aspirin.

"How old are you? Why are you afraid of needles and medicine?" He tapped her forehead and dragged her into the room. Water and pills were already laid out on the table.

He placed the cup in her hand; it was still warm, not too hot. She took a sip and squinted her eyes: "So sweet." It was honey water!

"You've already prepared it and were waiting for me, right?" she asked him with a smile, looking up at him.

Her delicate makeup made her look like a porcelain doll; her soft, supple skin seemed to drip water if you pinched it. He had already eaten the lip gloss from her lips, leaving them moist and glossy, just like the poppies by her ear, delicate and alluring.

He didn't answer her, but lowered his head to kiss her. His tongue lightly touched her gums, gently brushing across her jaw, sending shivers of pleasure through her. As their lips lingered, Suwen quickly became breathless, weakly struggling to push him away: "Don't... my makeup is going to run..."

Lu Zheng stepped back with satisfaction, licked his lips, and said thoughtfully, "Hmm...it really is sweet."

In the end, she couldn't refuse his good intentions and couldn't bear to let his preparations go to waste. Suwen picked up the pill, tilted her head back, and swallowed it.

After she finished taking her medicine, Lu Zheng offered to see her out, but she refused: "There are people coming and going in the corridor, it wouldn't be good if someone saw us." Although there wouldn't be that many passersby in the VIP room corridor.

Unfortunately, she had only taken a few steps when she heard a click from behind a door, and a shadow that was noticeably taller than her slowly approached from behind.

Her steps faltered as the man's voice rang out: "How leisurely you are, the competition is about to start, and you still have time to be with your lover."

Is it... Xiao Rong?

He stood inside the door, the light in his peach blossom eyes flickering.

Su Wen didn't understand his intention, and replied in a casual and polite manner, "As Young Master Xiao said, the competition is about to begin. If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now."

"Heh," the man chuckled, stubbing out a cigarette with one hand and putting the other in his pocket, as he walked towards her step by step.

"Young Master Xiao?"

She was puzzled. Suddenly, someone grabbed her arm, spun her around, and dragged her into the room.

As expected of a master of the pleasure quarters, in the blink of an eye, Suwen was pinned against the wall of the room, unable to move. Confined to this small space, even breathing became difficult; his breath mixed with the air, compressing the space for her to breathe.

"Young Master Xiao, please show some respect." She frowned and turned her head away unhappily.

Xiao Rong looked down at her, easily lifting her chin with one hand and forcing her to face him.

"She's not very good-looking, but she has a lot of personality. No wonder Lu Zheng likes her." He pinched her chin, turned her face to the left and right to examine her, commenting on her as if she were a commodity.

Then, his gaze fell on her full, bright red lips, which had a sheen that suggested they had just been touched.

He said flippantly, "What did Lu Zheng promise you that made you cling to him so desperately?"

Even though he was now the owner of Huayi Brothers and her boss, Su Wen was still a little annoyed. She couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and ask, "What does this have to do with you, Young Master Xiao?"

"Wow, that's pretty spicy." Xiao Rong freed one hand and patted her stiff cheek. "Girl, let me give you a piece of advice: don't be so stubborn, it won't do you any good."

Xiao Rong's thin lips curved upwards, forming a captivating arc.

Suwen now genuinely felt sorry for Ji Xuan. There's a saying that men with thin lips are fickle, and this man was not only fickle, but also possessed the potential to be a source of trouble. Any woman who fell for this kind of man would be doomed without even knowing how she died.

She laughed too, blinking her innocent big eyes: "Young Master Xiao, have you had enough fun? I'm in a hurry, you know that."

These words deepened the man's bright, alluring eyes. He ran his thumb across her rosy lower lip, rubbing it back and forth until it turned pale, then narrowed his eyes in satisfaction: "What Lu Zheng gave you, I can give you more of, as long as—"

Suwen's heart tightened at his words.

He paused, then asked her, "What does Lu Zheng want from you? Just to sleep with him?"

These words finally caused an unnatural blush to appear on Suwen's otherwise composed face.

He smiled with satisfaction: "Don't worry, as long as you wholeheartedly serve Lu Zheng as his woman, you will receive more than you can imagine after it's all done. For example—marrying into a wealthy family? A long and successful career in the entertainment industry? Or, a life of endless comfort?"

He was a brilliant negotiator; every word he uttered struck at her weaknesses.

He must have realized long ago that she was a vain woman who would abandon herself for money and fame.

Besides, what's the difference between what he wants her to do and what she's doing now?

"Is it really that simple?" Suwen looked at him doubtfully. This young master wouldn't be making fun of himself out of boredom, would he?

Xiao Rong released her grip, his peach blossom eyes blazing, and asked her again to confirm, "It's that simple."

As soon as Suwen was freed, she immediately shook him off and walked to the door. She grabbed the doorknob, and the moment the door opened, her voice arrived as expected: "It's a deal."

Behind him, Xiao Rong's expression slowly changed from stunned to coldly sneer, and his peach blossom eyes dimmed.

As he expected, this woman would not let go of any opportunity in order to climb the social ladder.

As soon as Suwen opened the door, she was startled by a sudden flash of a camera lens.

She hurriedly covered her face, and it seemed as if a bunch of people had suddenly appeared in the originally silent corridor, with a series of footsteps following closely behind.

"Excuse me, are you Miss Nie Suwen?"

"I heard you were late for rehearsal today. The competition is about to start, what were you doing backstage?"

"Ms. Nie, may I ask whose room you just came from? Are you acquainted with the sponsors?"

Reporters' gossipy imaginations are always astounding. Su Wen suddenly stopped in her tracks, because the longer she walked, the more the reporters would assume she was guilty and the more relentlessly they would pursue her. Furthermore, she didn't want any unfavorable news about her to appear in tomorrow's newspapers.

She began to ponder: the VIP backstage area was generally unknown to the public, and to ensure the privacy of VIP guests, staff members entering and exiting had to wear additional work badges. How did these reporters manage to get here after hearing about it?

Just then, someone pushed through the crowd of reporters and walked towards her.

"Brother Feng?" The reporters' cameras all turned to the oncoming man.

Xue Shaofeng had already changed into his performance costume: a gold-bronze medieval military-style long overcoat with retro-style buttons, underneath which was a simple, tight-fitting white shirt that perfectly outlined his well-trained muscles. He wore tattered diamond-patterned black jeans, with a retro chain-patterned square scarf instead of a belt, square-toed military boots, and a red beret, exuding a dashing and heroic aura.

He casually placed his hand on Suwen's shoulder, his gaze languid, and glanced at the group of reporters with an official smile: "You guys are really well-informed, finding out so quickly that Susu and I are rehearsing here."

"Rehearsal?" The reporters looked surprised. Clearly, the information they had received did not match this.

Xue Shaofeng blinked: "I know you want to film some interesting behind-the-scenes footage, but this is official production content. And..." He pointed to the sign above the reception room, "This is a no-go area for unauthorized personnel."

This explanation greatly disappointed the reporters, but some were still unwilling to give up and pressed the shutter, snapping photos of Suwen and Xue Shaofeng one after another.

Xue Shaofeng didn't mind at all, and even generously held Suwen's hand, allowing reporters to take pictures: "Don't worry, Susu and I's performance tonight will definitely give you something to write about tomorrow."

Su Wen remained silent, her smile awkward as she cooperated with Xue Shaofeng. She had absolutely no experience in handling such situations.

But she knew she couldn't let tomorrow's newspapers include words like "secretly meeting with sponsors before the game." The reason why unspoken rules are called unspoken rules is precisely because they always exist in the shadows. Once exposed in broad daylight, even the most popular artist will be mercilessly destroyed by public opinion.

Xue Shaofeng truly deserves his reputation as a skilled actor; his performance in front of the reporters was flawless.

Soon, security arrived and dispersed the reporters. Suwen finally breathed a sigh of relief and pulled her hand away from Xue Shaofeng's sweaty grip.