The wealthy military officer spoils his wife excessively

"Congratulations to Lu Zheng on winning 100 consecutive matches!"

Suwen was startled by the scene. Lu Zheng stretched out his arm to shield her behind him while taking the beer that everyone offered. They all drank it down and cheered as they pushed Lu Zheng into the sofa.

Dozens of cans of beer were placed on the table together, and someone shouted at the top of his lungs: "I think that so-called 'Snowfield Car God' is more like a snowfield tractor. Our Lu Zheng has left him a whole street behind."

"The Yan family is going to be dumbfounded this time. They thought that by bringing in some 'Snowfield Racing God' they could compete with Lu Zheng."

"Haha, you're right, Lu Zheng, I'll toast you!"

A group of people surrounded Lu Zheng, showering him with praise. He, however, remained composed, his features sharp and handsome, his attitude somewhat arrogant. Even so, a smile never left his face, always playing on his lips, a mixture of genuine and feigned affection. Sitting among the group, he certainly stood out. He seemed to have a very high alcohol tolerance, downing every toast offered to him in one gulp. Seven or eight people chatted and plyed him with drinks, and soon several of them, their faces flushed, began rambling incoherently.

Suwen wanted to find a quiet corner to sit in as soon as she entered, but Lu Zheng grabbed her hand and wouldn't let go, pulling her to sit down next to him. At that moment, a few drunk people staggered and were about to bump into her. She looked at Lu Zheng beside her pleadingly—but he sat quietly and casually, his slender fingers twirling the edge of a beer can, as if what was happening in front of him had no effect on him.

A chill ran through her, and she jumped up, instinctively pushing away the man who was lying on his back with disgust.

"Wow, this chick's got some fire!" A foul-smelling mouth, reeking of alcohol, came closer.

Su Wen dodged away, her cold eyes fixed solely on the composed Lu Zheng.

Just as the men were about to pounce on her, another cool voice rang out: "Have you guys never seen a woman in your lives? You want to sleep with your own brother's girl. She was brought by Lu Zheng, so let's hear what he has to say."

Lu Zheng finally stood up, his voice clear and cold: "That's right, she's my woman. Brother Hua, do you still want to sleep with her?"

The man named Hua Zi shuddered, as if he had instantly sobered up, and hurriedly waved his hand with a smile, "I was just teasing my sister-in-law."

The atmosphere became tense for a moment. To ease the tension, a few drunk men leered and rubbed their hands, saying, "Since she's Lu Zheng's woman, why not teach her a lesson right here and now?"

As soon as this terrible idea was proposed, a chorus of agreement immediately filled the room.

Su Wen froze. Were they going to do *that* in front of these people?

She had witnessed it at the bar before; a group of people, under the influence of drugs, were engaging in orgies in a cramped private room. Countless women's white breasts and men's ugly desires swayed before her eyes, and Su Wen felt a wave of nausea rise in her stomach, instinctively shaking her head.

Everyone was cheering, and amidst a chorus of lewd whistles, Lu Zheng covered her trembling hand with his, enveloping it.

Her palms were icy cold, and her heart felt cold as well. Suwen looked up at him; his eyes were filled with icy indifference and detachment. She subconsciously bit her lip, and her legs trembled uncontrollably.

Lu Zheng moved slightly, but she remained standing still, her eyes filled with fear and rejection, brimming with tears, looking at him pitifully.

He walked over, put his arm around her waist, and amidst the increasingly shrill whistles of the crowd, picked her up horizontally.

"No...no..." she struggled, kicking and flailing her arms and legs. Don't humiliate her like this, don't...

"Don't be silly." He whispered in her ear, his lips brushing against her earlobe, stopping at her forehead for a gentle kiss.

The crowd whistled and cheered, but Lu Zheng made no further move. He glanced coolly at the group of people who were waiting to see a good show, and said in a voice as indifferent as a feather: "You should know that I have mysophobia."

His words made Suwen's face turn red instantly. Did he mean... that she was dirty?

The private room fell silent, filled with gasps and murmurs. Someone dared to joke, "Lu Zheng, can't you get an erection if the brothers are watching?"

Lu Zheng turned his head and gave the man a sharp look. The man immediately fell silent, covered his mouth, and retreated to the back.

Hua Zi knew he was the one who caused all of this, and understood that it was time to stop while he was ahead. He said with a fawning face, "Do you think we don't know your habits? We've already prepared everything for you..."

He grinned lewdly and pointed with his thick hand into the private room. Su Wen then noticed that there was a smaller cubicle inside, a tiny space of less than five square meters, yet it contained a very comfortable, large leather sofa, a coat rack, and a small cabinet. On the cabinet, a box of condoms was "thoughtfully" placed…

She understood immediately. Her face turned bright red, almost bleeding.

Someone else gave Lu Zheng a push, saying, "This is a gift to celebrate your 100-game winning streak. Don't waste our good intentions, hurry up and go..."

The crowd applauded and cheered. Su Wen stood frozen like a fossil, staring wide-eyed at him as he carried her into the private room that had been specially prepared for them.

Click—the door lock clicked shut.

Lu Zheng put her down. Her legs were still a little weak. She leaned against the door and looked at him helplessly.

He suddenly moved closer, grabbed her ankle, and amidst her gasp, placed one of her feet on his left shoulder. The door slammed shut with a thud.

He freed his other hand and went behind her, pressing her back and pushing her forcefully towards him, the two of them pressed tightly together.

Suwen could clearly feel the heat emanating from his body, which was continuously transmitted to her through the friction of his clothes.

Lu Zheng's throat bobbed, his scarlet eyes filled with desire. He lowered his head and bit down hard on her ear, startling her into a cry of pain. His hoarse voice whispered in her ear, "Like this... don't forget to scream."

Suwen looked at him, puzzled. He lifted her body and pressed her backward, and there was another "thump" behind them—

She closed her eyes in embarrassment, subconsciously biting her lip to hold back.

This disobedient woman… He bit her earlobe hard in annoyance, and Suwen cried out, “Ah!” She blushed and covered her mouth, blushing. What would people outside think if they heard?

“Very good, just like that.” He was very satisfied, his large hand caressing the earlobe where she had left teeth marks.

Su Wen, bewildered, glared at him, her face flushed with embarrassment. He ignored her completely, grabbed her, and slammed into her hard through her clothes. The wooden door behind them banged loudly, and she could almost hear the lewd laughter of the people outside.

How embarrassing... They were all properly dressed, but they were just scratching the surface. Why did they have to make such a loud noise, attracting several people outside who wanted to eavesdrop at the door?

He bumped into her a few times, and seeing that Suwen habitually bit her lip and remained silent, he mischievously reached down and pinched her inner thigh. She immediately began to whimper and tremble.

Actually, he only intended to put on a show, to tease the woman into yelling a few times, partly to appease the jeering crowd outside, and partly to help her out of a predicament. But this little woman, usually incredibly clever, became adorably foolish in matters of passion, gritting her teeth and remaining silent even when being teased. If he didn't put in some effort, those people outside would think he wasn't capable enough.

Lu Zheng lowered his head and kissed her fiercely, lingering and sucking on her lips, saying in a threatening tone, "Do you want to do it like this, or do it in front of everyone outside?"

Suwen was dizzy from the kiss and couldn't quite process it yet. Lu Zheng's large hand tightened, and he slapped her hard on the waist, ordering her, "Scream out...louder!"

Reminded by him, Suwen finally came to her senses and immediately started making "uh-huh" and "ah-ah" noises in response.

Lu Zheng chuckled, his strong chest pressed against hers, his voice husky and suggestive: "Can't you be a little more professional? How can you call me that?"

"Ah..." Suwen's face flushed red as she stared blankly at him. She was still quite pleased with herself for maintaining the rhythm of three short and one long "hmm, hmm, hmm, ah—", her dark eyes brimming with unrestrained emotion.

Damn it, she just embodies two words: temptation.

It seems he needs to teach her how to properly "moan" in bed!

He lowered his head, his wet tongue swirling around her delicate earlobe, sucking and tracing it back and forth. Suwen felt a jolt of electricity coursing through her body, a strange stinging and tingling sensation washing over her at once. She weakly reached out to push him away, unable to suppress a soft "Mmm..." from her mouth.

Lu Zheng pinned her against the door, picked her up, and pulled her legs up to his waist, ordering, "If you move again, I'll do it to you right here."

Suwen was so frightened that she immediately straightened up. She was suspended in mid-air, and could only wrap her legs around his waist and hold on tightly to his neck with her hands to avoid falling.

Just as this seemingly inescapable conflict was about to erupt, the door behind them was suddenly opened with a click.

Suwen panicked, and her body, which was clinging to his waist, involuntarily sank downwards. He pressed against her, unable to suppress a muffled groan, but he had to force himself to hold her and turn her around, pressing her into his arms. Only after making sure that she was completely hidden by his back did he try to ask in a calm voice, "What's wrong?"

The man had clearly used the key to open the door from the outside. He entered with his head down, but occasionally glanced at Lu Zheng when he wasn't looking. Seeing Su Wen's disheveled appearance, he blushed and stammered, "Excuse me...excuse me, you two...the Yan...the Yan family is causing trouble outside...they've called out your names...you...please come..."

Lu Zheng turned slightly to the side, straightened her shirt collar, and then took off his coat to cover her, saying, "Okay, you can go out now, I'll be there soon."

Suwen remained silent, burying herself in Lu Zheng's arms, completely at a loss. Never before had she wished she were nothing more than a speck of air. Only after he had walked away did Lu Zheng put her down. Suwen felt both ashamed and angry. As she landed, she stomped hard on his instep.