The wealthy military officer spoils his wife excessively

Lu Zheng sighed, pulled her into his arms, gently stroked her smooth shoulders and back, squinted his eyes and leaned in with a low, husky voice: "Let me hug you for a while, and see how much weight you've lost in the past three years."

Suwen fell silent. His lips pressed down again, a thousand times gentler than before. The kiss after their lovemaking no longer carried the fierce intensity of plunder. His tongue gently swept across her gums, then her palate, tenderly enticing her to entwine with him. It was a lingering kiss, the unforgettable taste almost permeating every inch of Suwen's body through his lips and tongue, etched into her heart forever.

When he released her, Suwen felt her tongue was tied and she could no longer speak.

Car headlights swept by in the distance, and someone drove off. Suwen gave him a nudge: "Don't waste time, hurry home."

Her intention was to get away from him, but the man smiled meaningfully and said, "It's time to go home early." It's easier to get things done when you're home.

The night was intoxicating, and the sports car sped along the highway. Suwen leaned against the car window, the myriad lights flickering in her eyes.

As Lu Zheng drove, he would occasionally glance at her with gentle eyes.

He opened the car roof, and the night wind made her hair fly wildly. She turned around with a smile and pointed to the towering building on the side of the overpass: "Hey, Lu Zheng, isn't that the TV station that was burned down?"

Lu Zheng followed her gaze and gave a vague response.

The starry sky was reflected in his eyes, and his gaze was as deep as the eternal night.

There are many things that are hard to let go of, even if they were just that close.

She was still the stubborn and obstinate Nie Suwen, but she was no longer his Susu. Their lives had once intertwined, then broken down, and now they were together again.

Three years ago, he used every resource at his disposal to find her and bring her back. But she went nowhere; she lived a carefree life right under his nose in the capital for three years. It was impossible for him to have no news of her at all. Everything about her seemed to have been carefully erased; he couldn't find a single trace of her existence.

What exactly happened to her during those three years when he wasn't involved?

He only asked her once last night, but she refused to answer, so he didn't bring it up again.

However, that slight resentment cannot be concealed.

That night, after returning home, Suwen was pestered by him three more times. First, Lu Zheng went to take a shower, and she sat alone on the floor, leaning against the sofa, watching the replay of tonight's competition. When she saw the part with Xue Shaofeng, Lu Zheng had already come out at some point, wearing only a bath towel, and sat casually on the sofa behind her.

He leaned forward, resting his head on her shoulder, his warm breath brushing against her ear and cheek: "I was really angry when I looked here."

"Oh?" She turned around, her bright eyes shining.

He kissed her, murmuring a complaint between their lips: "All I wanted to do was rush up and pull you away."

She laughed, carefree and unrestrained, wrapping her arms around his neck and rolling around with him. They were on the floor, her own singing playing on the TV—it was a strange feeling. Lu Zheng held her tightly, her back against the sofa, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, which were still slightly sweaty from washing. He moved gently, breathing passionately in her ear.

"Susu... your voice is still very nice, very... beautiful... every time I hear it, it makes me feel so hot."

Suwen blushed, her already feverish body grew even hotter, and she couldn't help but let out a whimper.

He seemed encouraged, and then kissed her lips with satisfaction: "Good girl, so obedient."

The consequence of obeying was moving from the floor to the sofa, and then to the bed. The last time was in the bathtub, and Suwen regretted it so much that she almost turned green with envy.

At that moment, she was curled up in bed, her mind a jumble of fragments, feeling as if she had been run over by a truck. She finally understood how terrifying it was to have accumulated desires for three years.

Lu Zheng lifted the blanket from behind, put his arms around her waist and coaxed, "Sweetie, let me carry you to take a shower."

She clutched the last remaining corner of the thin blanket, making a desperate struggle: "Let me sleep for a while..."

Taking aspirin makes one prone to drowsiness, and coupled with the series of strenuous exercises, Suwen was completely limp and let him squeeze and roll her into the bathtub.

The water was warm, and as soon as her body and limbs came into contact with it, aches and pains immediately surged up. Suwen let out an unbearable "hmm," tilted her head, and fell asleep in the bathtub.

She nearly slipped into the water. Luckily, Lu Zheng reacted quickly and caught her head.

With a sigh, he had no choice but to take off his clothes and step into the bathtub to help her wash.

Suwen was already in a deep sleep, looking lazy. When Lu Zheng asked her to raise her hand, she didn't move. He had to coax her for a long time to turn over. She was clearly refusing to cooperate without violence.

The consequence of not cooperating is... Lu, who couldn't bear to wake her up earlier, used another, even bloodier method to wake her up.

When she felt her body being folded up, Suwen finally woke up completely. She tried to climb out of the bathtub by grabbing the edge, but the bathtub was too slippery. Someone scooped her up, and she obediently slid back in, resulting in an even more intimate close-range encounter.

Lu Zheng pinched her wet cheek and kissed her happily: "I thought you were tired, but you were so proactive."

By the end, Suwen's legs were trembling, and the water was so slippery that she couldn't even stand up. She could only slump against Lu Zheng, half-dead. He was quite considerate, not as relentless as he had been in bed. His palms, still fragrant with shower gel, rubbed her waist and asked softly, "Are you feeling better?"

It would be better if you took it out.

Suwen groaned with her eyes closed, crawling out of the bathtub like a dead dog, then onto the bed, refusing to move an inch. Lu Zheng held her from behind, as if she were some precious treasure, hidden in his arms for fear of being coveted by others.

She woke up in the middle of the night to find the room empty. Still half asleep, she looked around the room and finally found Lu Zheng sitting on the windowsill.

The room was pitch black, with only a few drops of moonlight filtering through the curtains. He appeared somber, except for his profile, which was bathed in a silvery-white, sacred glow.

She couldn't remember if she had ever told him that she actually enjoyed watching him smoke. There was a kind of lonely,颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a sense of listlessness, decadence, and a lack of motivation) about it.

She slowly sat up. Lu Zheng turned to her, stubbed out his cigarette, and asked with a hint of apology in his voice, "Did I wake you up?"

She shook her head: "Why aren't you asleep?"

He walked over, lifted the covers, sat on the edge of the bed, and hugged her in his arms.

The silence made her feel increasingly strange. As her sleepiness gradually faded, she pressed her face against his chest, poking his firm muscles with her fingers, and asked hesitantly, "What's wrong?"

He chuckled, took her mischievous little hand, and kissed it.

"Nothing, I just wanted to see you more."

Suwen slapped him, knowing he wasn't telling the truth. Lu Zheng lowered his head and kissed her; the scent was cool minty, with a faint hint of smoke and a touch of bitterness.

"Stay here and stay with me," he said after a long silence.

Su Wen paused for a moment, then raised his face. In the dark night, it was impossible to see what was hidden in his eyes.

So that's why... she made him feel so insecure...

He left without saying goodbye three years ago...

She sighed, didn't answer him, but instead tilted her head up and kissed him, showing him the answer through her actions.

When he woke up again, it was already noon. Lu Zheng had just taken a shower and stood in front of the bed, looking refreshed. The afternoon sun shone through the gap in the curtains, and his expression was one of contentment and unintentional laziness. The warm sunlight cast a charming shadow under his thick eyelashes.

He walked over and touched her face: "Awake?"

Suwen turned his head away irritably, ignoring her. He had tormented her like that last night, but now he seemed perfectly fine, while she couldn't even get up.

He lifted her up through the blanket and pointed to the contract on the bedside table. A pen was already placed next to it.

Suwen remembered that she hadn't had a chance to look at the contract she received yesterday. Most people would probably have happily signed it by now. She took the contract and carefully reviewed each page, including the legal clauses, breach of contract penalties, and of course, the part about her salary.

Lu Zheng teased her by lifting her chin: "What, are you afraid I'll sell you off?"

"I should at least take a look, just in case there are any unfair terms." He said this, but he had already pulled out a pen and signed the contract.

Lu Zheng watched her every move, chuckled, and lifted her into the air in his arms: "You're already mine, what more do you want?"

I changed my clothes and accompanied him to his friend's house for dinner.

Suwen looked in the mirror, still feeling uneasy, and casually grabbed a silk scarf to wrap around her neck. Lu Zheng, who was putting on his watch, walked over and saw her looking troubled in front of the mirror. He couldn't help but laugh: "Wearing a silk scarf in this weather, aren't you hot?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Suwen gave him a reproachful look: "Who do you think made me have to wear a scarf in this hot weather?"

He was taken aback for a moment, then realized what was happening. He smiled slightly and pulled open his shirt collar, saying, "You're no different; you're ruthless and vicious."

Suwen followed his hand and indeed saw a red patch, with a particularly obvious red line that had snaked down to the back of her neck, which would probably require a high collar to cover.

Okay, this time we're even. Su Wen walked to his side reluctantly.

She wasn't familiar with Lu Zheng's circle; apart from Xiao Rong, she didn't know anyone else. Lu Zheng noticed her unease and explained, "There are only two people, Xiao Rong and Yan Bei, they're close friends, you've met them before."

When they arrived, it wasn't like that at all.

The head manager of Kunlun addressed them as "Young Master Lu" and led them into a private room in the long-stay section. Although these young masters in the capital all have the same ways when it comes to eating, drinking, and having fun, and they usually hang out together and see each other all the time, even strangers become acquainted, when it comes to interests, they form their own groups and circles of relationships.