The wealthy military officer spoils his wife excessively

But she couldn't control her heart. The better he treated her, the more she indulged in it. Whenever he stood with another woman, even if she knew there was nothing between them, she would still feel subconsciously uncomfortable.

Just like when Lu Zheng saw those photos, anger was his most genuine first reaction.

He conquered her, and she, numb and unresisting, easily ripped open her loose nightgown, one hand reaching inside to unhook her bra. As he pulled, his gaze fell on her lifeless eyes, further fueling his primal urge to tame her. He gripped the back of her head, forcefully pressing her face towards him, his tongue ravaging her mouth with predatory abandon, his kisses passionate and fierce, determined to inflict pain, to bring her back to her senses: who was her man?

Suwen trembled in his arms, perhaps the beastly plundering had stirred up her nightmarish memories of last night, every gloomy tune, every bloodthirsty look, and that overwhelming power. A bloodshot flush rose in Suwen's mind, and her fingers gripping his shoulder tightened, her nails digging deep into his flesh.

Lu Zheng hissed in pain, but the moment was so intensely pleasurable that he couldn't care less. He pushed her back repeatedly, pinning her to the bed. They both fell down together, Su Wen clinging to him like a piece of driftwood in the Dead Sea, gripping him so tightly he could hardly breathe. She tightened, tightened even more, until her long fingernails suddenly broke off and broke into his flesh, leaving a bloody mess. It was hard to tell if the blood was from her finger or his back. The pain, combined with his frenzied plunder, made everything seem to go off track. Dryness caused large beads of sweat to appear on her pale face, but she still held on tightly, as if trying to embed herself completely into him.

When had Lu Zheng ever seen her so passionate? Perhaps men have a sadistic tendency in their bones. Watching the woman he loves beneath him, letting him have his way and on the verge of collapse, only intensifies that intense and wild desire.

He wanted to change positions to help her adapt more quickly and comfortably, but no matter how he moved, she just kept her neck tightly wrapped around his neck... Her chin rested on his shoulder, trembling constantly, and cold sweat dripped down her face.

Even he could feel her trembling abnormally; it was less like excitement and more like she was losing control. But Suwen always had a way of making him lose control. Before he could even pause, she raised her arms and wrapped them even tighter around him. The two of them were practically like a pair of vines, their tendrils intertwined tightly.

In his most out-of-control moment, he arched his back and lay on top of her, breathing heavily. She tilted her head back and let out a sharp, hoarse cry, like someone on the verge of death. To suppress the urge to cry, she buried her face in his neck, opened her mouth, and bit down on his neck. Her teeth were clenched, and her tongue tasted the saltiness of sweat and the metallic taste of blood.

Lu Zheng's handsome brows furrowed slightly, and he remained motionless, holding her tightly.

After a fierce battle early in the morning, anyone would feel listless and lethargic. Suwen was so tired that she couldn't even lift a finger. She lay there stiffly, half-asleep, lost in thought.

Lu Zheng got up first, took a quick shower in the bathroom, then got a warm towel and wiped the sweat off her body. His hands roamed over her smooth, bare back through the towel, and he brushed her sweat-dampened hair aside before gently pecking at the corner of her eye with a touch of tenderness.

Suwen frowned and turned her head away. She was covered in sweat, and her powder and concealer were half-smudged. During their passionate kiss, he had noticed that Suwen's lip had split open, assuming it was due to his rough handling. Now, observing closely in the sunlight, he realized that the wound had already scabbed over, but had simply reopened during their earlier struggle. Her entire right cheek was bruised and swollen.

The hand that was stroking her cheek suddenly turned cold, and his voice carried a chilling intent: "Who did this?"

"Hmm..." Suwen brushed his hand away, turned over, and pretended not to hear.

"Nie Suwen, don't test my patience." He forcefully turned her body around, placing his hands on either side of her, forcing her to look up at him directly.

Meeting his sharp gaze, Suwen felt a sudden pang of panic.

"Who did you see after last night?" He keenly sensed something.

"Nobody's here, don't overthink it."

Thump—He slammed his fist on the bed beside her. Luckily, the mattress was thick enough that there was only a dull thud, and after a sudden sinking, she slowly bounced back.

"Is it... Xiao Yuan? What did she say to you?" Lu Zheng instinctively connected the dots to Xiao Yuan, because they had parted ways afterward last night, and Xiao Yuan was very likely to have stayed behind to find Su Wen. Otherwise, where would Su Wen have gotten these photos?

The only thing he could think of was that Xiao Yuan used these photos to threaten and intimidate Su Wen.

Suwen was taken aback by his question.

She was racking her brains for an excuse to cover it up, but after he said that, she simply went with the flow, neither nodding nor answering, but her tightly clenched lips and aggrieved eyes had already said everything.

Lu Zheng felt a surge of anger: "This girl, she's been spoiled way too much!"

Xiao Yuan is Xiao Rong's younger sister, and Lu Zheng has truly treated her like a younger sister since childhood. Therefore, the mention of the engagement always gives him a strange, incestuous feeling. In the past, whatever Xiao Yuan did, he would at most warn her, but he never really got angry, just thinking that she was a spoiled young lady who was used to being willful and wouldn't change easily. But this time, he finally realized that it was time to teach this girl a lesson.

After he calmed down a bit, he got up to get something, sat back down on the edge of the bed, and pulled Suwen onto his lap: "Give me your hand."

Suwen obediently spread out his hands, looking very suspicious of what he was going to do.

But then she saw him take a nail clipper and begin trimming her nails one by one. Suwen looked down at her hands and realized that two of her right fingernails were broken off, and blood was still trickling from between her fingers, with a dark red congealed at the spot.

When did it break? Su Wen herself had no recollection, but Lu Zheng, after fixing her right hand, fixed her left hand and remembered perfectly how many nails she had broken.

Lu Zheng could tell from her expression that she didn't feel anything at all. He accusingly lifted his bathrobe, turned his back to her to show her his shoulder: "That's too cruel. Even if you're angry with me, you didn't have to be so ruthless. I don't care about myself, but hurting you... it hurts me."

As he spoke, he slyly took her left hand and kissed her ring finger. It turned out that he had been trimming her nails and had noticed the diamond ring on her ring finger earlier that morning.

"You wore it. It seems you really like it." He was overjoyed, like a child.

Suwen was still a little angry about this, and deliberately kept her head down: "Huh, did you send this? I thought it was something the previous tenant carelessly left behind. I ended up getting a bargain."

Upon hearing this, his expression immediately changed, and he threatened, "You dare to wear someone else's ring?"

At times like this, it's time to back down. Suwen silently snuggled closer to him, her soft fingers stroking his strong, smooth back: "Does it still hurt?"

Lu Zheng followed her hand and touched his own back, sighed, and pinched her little nose: "It's okay, but you have to be good next time. If you're going to scratch, you can't scratch such an obvious place."

After saying that, he jokingly pinched her chin: "See, I respect your profession very much. There isn't a single mark on you."

Su Wen silently turned his head. Actually, these weren't the most obvious things. The most obvious thing was the tooth mark on his neck... There was a deep bloodstain in the tooth mark, which looked like a vampire bite at first glance.

Lu Zheng clearly didn't notice any of this. He quickly got up and changed into a shirt and a cashmere shirt. Then he picked up Su Wen and helped her put on clean clothes one by one, patting her head as he did so. He was treating her like a pet.

The two had just finished tidying up when the doorbell rang. The timing was perfect; they both guessed who it was.

Lu Zheng went to open the door. Su Wen was still sitting on the bed. Her masterpieces were still there on the glass cabinet in the entrance hall. Except for the two that Lu Zheng had torn off, the rest were pasted there exactly as they were.

Lu Zheng paused for a moment as he passed by, but still tolerated it. He opened the door, but unexpectedly, Xiao Yuan wasn't the only one standing outside; Xiao Ai was there too.

When Xiao Ai saw Lu Zheng, she was far more surprised than Lu Zheng was when he saw her. Her mouth was agape, almost wide enough to swallow an egg, and after a long while, she called out, "Boss."

Lu Zheng nodded, stepped aside, and made way for Su Wen inside.

Su Wen then noticed Xiao Ai, stood up, and asked, "Why did you come here?"

Xiao Ai looked up at Xiao Yuan and Lu Zheng, then rushed in and whispered in her ear, "There are a lot of reporters downstairs, probably here for you. I was afraid you'd be surrounded if you went down, so I came up to warn you."

After speaking, Suwen turned her gaze straight to Xiao Yuan outside the door.

Although Xiao Ai lowered her voice, there were only so many people in the room, so it was impossible to hide it from them. Lu Zheng also looked at Xiao Yuan suspiciously.

Besides her, who else has the time to make a phone call to inform the media? Besides her, who else has the ability to gather so many media outlets in such a short time?

When Xiao Yuan saw Lu Zheng glaring at her, she quickly explained, "Third Brother, it wasn't me! I only realized I was being followed by paparazzi when I was halfway there. You have to believe me."

"Ha, believe it? Miss Xiao, you must not have heard the story of the boy who cried wolf." Su Wen said bluntly.

The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat tense.

Xiao Ai sized up the three of them. She was already horrified to encounter Xiao Yuan at the door, but to find another person inside was even more shocking. For a moment, she truly felt like World War III was about to break out. A new love encountering an old flame, the most complicated love triangle in a wealthy family, a spoiled heiress and a poor starlet?

No one spoke, and Xiao Ai felt that she was the least influential person there, so she fearlessly stepped forward to smooth things over: "Come in and talk, it's not good to stand at the door and be seen by others."

Finally, they said something practical.