The wealthy military officer spoils his wife excessively

"..."

Lu Zheng knew that Boss Wan usually kept some canine fangs for protection. At first, he thought these people were just thugs who acted as accomplices to evil, but now it seemed that they were not...

It was obvious that the seemingly innocent little woman beside him knew better than he did.

"What did you tell him?"

"It's nothing, just trying to scare him."

He clearly didn't believe it.

What does that sentence mean?

"Which sentence?... Oh, I was just making it up, you know what bluffing is?"

That girl is full of nonsense; not a single word of it is true.

He was furious, his anger turning into a cruel laugh, as he reached for the clutch. The car started moving, and Suwen finally breathed a sigh of relief, only to hear him ask her sarcastically, "Where are you going today? This way or that way?"

Well, I'm still angry with her.

Suwen had no choice but to soften her voice and gently scratch his arm as he gripped the steering wheel: "How about I come to your place tonight?"

Her soft voice, as if suppressed by grievance, sounded like a cat's meow, and her hands, like kitten claws, scratched at him, making him feel irritated all over.

All his unhappiness vanished with that one sentence from her. He couldn't get angry, and he couldn't bring himself to scold her. This girl just had the ability to drive him crazy!

He kept a straight face and snapped, "Don't bother me, I'm driving!" But his tone had softened considerably without him realizing it.

She pouted, gave a mournful "Oh," and pitifully shrank back into her seat.

The night sky is shimmering with light.

He didn't say a word the whole way, but the car drove straight towards his apartment. Su Wen leaned back on the seat and secretly tugged at the corner of her mouth.

He didn't give her a kind look all the way home. After getting out of the car, he strode ahead of her, but after she fell behind, he impatiently stopped and waited for her.

He ushered her inside to take a shower as soon as he entered the house, then took off his suit jacket and sat on the sofa to let the smell of alcohol dissipate.

Suwen washed for a long time and pondered for a long time. When she came out, she deliberately did not wear the pajamas he had prepared. She just loosely wrapped herself in a bath towel and stepped onto the carpet with her wet bare feet.

He had the TV on but no lights on. Suwen peeked out and saw him with his eyes closed, leaning back on the sofa, looking extremely tired.

Indeed, he did stretch his muscles quite well tonight.

"very tired?"

"I drank a little too much."

He didn't open his eyes, perhaps still agitated, his brow furrowed. By the time he heard her footsteps, a pair of soft, womanly fingers were already massaging his temples, gently and methodically pressing them.

He opened his eyes.

From this angle, he looked up, she looked down, their faces almost parallel. The angle at which they looked at each other, along with her attire, instantly created an ambiguous atmosphere.

"sorry."

"Sorry for what?" There was clearly a hint of resentment in his cold tone.

Well, she certainly has a lot to apologize for.

She remained silent, a hint of sadness tinged in her eyes as she looked into his.

She remained silent, but he spoke first: "Aren't you going to explain anything?"

"I……"

Which happened first? Was she stunned first? Or was he the one who wrapped his arms around her neck, pressed her head down, and grabbed her neck?

She was forced to lower her head, her lips pressed against his. He tilted his chin up, his lips and tongue attacking and invading her wantonly. Soon their breaths became one. Her fingers, which had been on his temples, slowly moved down, supporting his head. She lowered her head to kiss him, appearing lost in passion.

His gaze scrutinized her closely at such close range, as if trying to find a trace in her eyes and brows, some answer to the events of the night. But there was nothing; she simply kissed him intently, without a single ulterior motive.

Lu Zheng resigned himself to defeat, forced to admit that this woman's fatal attraction to him far outweighed his self-control. At this moment, her serious expression was captivating, almost bewitching.

Everything happened so fast that Su Wen, who had just been able to advance and retreat with ease and even seemed to have the upper hand, was instantly swallowed up by his aura.

This man was more like a quiet, lurking beast, ready to strike and kill. She couldn't see how he did it, but he pulled her from behind the sofa by the waist, the towel slipping off in the process. His hands darted inside without restraint, his fingers seeming to burn through her skin and into her blood. Suwen, her breathing ragged from his caresses, gasped and lay back on his lap.

He lowered his gaze, something trying to break free from his usually cold eyes. Before Suwen could investigate, he had already lowered his head again.

She trembled slightly in his arms, his lips lingering halfway on her lips, and she finally heard his sigh.

“Susu.”

"Um……"

What happened three years ago?

This was the second time he had asked.

He finally couldn't help but let the thought slip out. Everything about her was like a mystery; the more he couldn't understand her, the more uneasy he felt. Even though he was holding her so intimately right now, it felt as if she would disappear if he let go. She had never belonged to him; no matter how hard he tried, she could always easily escape from his grasp.

"what?"

Her eyes were hazy; she knew how to make this man lose control. Her slender, white arms wrapped around his neck, pulling his neck down. Lu Zheng felt her soft tongue licking his sweaty earlobe. The sensation, both tingling and numbing, made him forget all about asking about it.

Elegance, restraint, composure... these fine qualities that had always accompanied Lu Zheng were, like his clothes, being stripped away one by one by him. Fine beads of sweat steamed out, blurring her vision. Through the mist, she saw the man on top of her suddenly lift her legs and place them on the crook of his elbow.

Rough and a bit impatient.

Su Wen suddenly felt a pang of nostalgia for the Lu Zheng who, so as not to wake her from her deep sleep, would only lightly kiss her forehead. At this moment, Lu Zheng was like a wild beast, his jaws agape, ready to tear her apart and devour her whole.

She shrank back slightly, but he grabbed her waist with one large hand and pulled her back, his fingers tightly clasped around her waist, not letting go for a moment. The light from the television shone on him, trembling with his movements that were sometimes gentle and sometimes wild, creating an eerie atmosphere. Suwen didn't have the courage to look at him, tilting her head and closing her eyes tightly, humming softly.

But at that moment, Lu Zheng stopped without warning. He suddenly grabbed her chin, turned her face back, and kissed her fiercely, the kiss becoming increasingly intense, as if deliberately punishing her for her dishonesty.

Suwen was tossed about in this self-destructive situation, feeling a kind of dizzy weightlessness.

Her body felt like it wasn't her own anymore; her vision was blurry, her ears were ringing, and she was trembling all over, murmuring a plea: "I have to go to Shanghai tomorrow..."

Lu Zheng paused, his burning lips parted, and a fleeting look of confusion crossed his scarlet eyes.

Then, silence returned, and Suwen saw his eyes return to their deep blackness, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

ended……

She lay there, panting heavily, waiting for her soul and spirit, which had been ejected from her body, to slowly return to their places and calm her breathing.

“Lu Zheng…” she called out in a hoarse voice to the man who was still supporting her.

"..." He remained silent, without uttering a word.

"Don't be angry, it's not that I didn't want to tell you this time, it's just..." she tried to explain.

“I know,” he said, grabbing her chin, “Wei Liao’s movie is going to start filming in Shanghai.”

"How did you know?" she asked, surprised.

He lowered his head and kissed her lips lightly: "Because I knew you would be chosen."

His lips had barely parted when Su Wen caught his breath, and suddenly the hand that had been around her waist flipped her over, pulling her into his arms with her back to him, pressing her tightly against him. She had thought he was giving up, but it turned out he wanted to change positions and continue tormenting her.

Suwen curled up in annoyance, and just as she pulled the bath towel that he had pulled to the ground, he pressed her hand down.

He conquered her little by little, slowly but with great patience. Every cell in her body seemed to be pushing him away, and this intense, passionate entanglement finally forced him, covered in sweat, to gasp for breath.

His gaze darkened, and he suddenly exerted force, forcing Su Wen to clutch his lower abdomen in a panic. This man was practically trying to kill her!

But her hand, which had been trying to stop him, was pressed down and twisted behind her back, rendering her unable to move. He forcefully and domineeringly kissed the back of her neck deeply, almost overwhelming Suwen. She immediately surrendered, pleading softly, "Don't leave any marks, I'm wearing a cheongsam..."

Between kisses, he gave a muffled "hmm," and his advances indeed softened. Suwen was immersed in this gentle rhythm, her head involuntarily tilting back, resting lightly on his shoulder, her soft moans almost fading away, making one feel unbearably suppressed.

In the midst of their tender and passionate embrace, she heard him whisper in her ear, his voice calm and deep: "Only once."

"Huh?" she asked, puzzled.

Her chin, which she had turned backward, was gripped by him, and at the same time, her body was violently thrust forward without warning. The scream that pierced her throat was blocked by his tongue, shattering into fragments of mournful cries. She still didn't understand what he meant, but was swept into the abyss of unconsciousness by an overwhelming surge.

"If you act recklessly again next time, I won't let you off easily."

In the final moments before darkness descended, I seemed to hear someone whispering softly in my ear.

It started raining as dawn broke, and the drizzle continued without stopping. Suwen was covered in sweat, and now felt even more sticky and uncomfortable, so she forced her aching body to get up and take a shower.

At the sound, Lu Zheng opened his eyes. Because of the rain, the weather was gloomy, and it was still dim outside the window. So he rubbed his eyes and asked, "What time is it? Why are you up already?"

While taking out the clean underwear she hadn't taken last time from the closet, Suwen replied, "I'll take a shower and go back to get my luggage, that should be enough. Xiao Ai is still waiting for me at the airport."