She went to the wrong table on a blind date and ended up getting married to a billionaire CEO.

The night was deep, and the night sky over Yuncheng was dotted with stars. A gentle breeze stirred the curtains, carrying the warmth of early summer and the fragrance of flowers.

Shen Qingge had just put Hai Ruoxi to sleep when she tiptoed out of the nursery and gently closed the door.

Back in her bedroom, she breathed a sigh of relief, sat down at her dressing table, and slowly combed her long hair.

The woman in the mirror still had a delicate face, but there was a hint of weariness and worry in her eyes.

During this period, her "Shen Qingge Series" has received a good response in the market, with sales steadily increasing, and has become a new highlight of Shen's Jewelry.

Her father, Shen Zejun, was quite satisfied with this and privately expressed his approval, even hinting that he was willing to provide her with more resources.

This was undoubtedly a great encouragement to Shen Qingge.

In her father's eyes, she was always just the eldest daughter of the Shen family who needed to marry into a wealthy family, not the head of the Shen family business who could inherit the family business.

That position was always reserved for his older brother, Shen Qingshuo.

Now, through her own efforts and talent, she has finally gained a sliver of her father's approval, a sense of accomplishment that no amount of wealth or glory can compare to.

She opened her laptop and began organizing some design proposals to be discussed at tomorrow's meeting, the blue light from the screen reflecting on her focused face.

Just as she was engrossed in her work, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open.

Shen Qingge subconsciously looked up and saw Haize standing at the door, his suit slightly disheveled, his tie loosely hanging around his neck, and his face showing signs of drunkenness.

“You’re back,” she said softly, closing her laptop and turning to face him.

Haize didn't answer, but just stared at her, his eyes flashing with an emotion that Shen Qingge couldn't understand.

A strong smell of alcohol wafted over as he approached, and Shen Qingge realized that he had drunk quite a bit.

"You today—" Before Shen Qingge could finish speaking, Haize strode up to her, carried her to the bed, and pinned her down.

Shen Qingge was completely stunned.

Since giving birth to Hai Ruoxi, Haize has never touched her again.

Their relationship is more like that of a respectful parenting partnership.

After all, she had no real feelings for Haize before the marriage. She only agreed to the marriage after Gu Tingyu got married because of family pressure and her own disappointment.

Haize's madness and violence during their honeymoon filled her with fear and rejection of such intimate relationships.

She once thought that this calm and distant state would be the norm in this marriage—not interfering with each other, living their own lives, and only playing the role of a loving couple in front of outsiders.

But what happened to Haize today?

Shen Qingge's mind went blank, and she didn't know how to react.

Unpleasant memories of her honeymoon flooded back—Haiser's violence, her pain, and those intimate moments filled with coercion and harm.

At the time, Haize seemed to be asserting her sovereignty in this way, proving that she belonged entirely to him.

He relished her resistance and pain, as if it were some kind of revenge.

The more she resisted, the angrier and more violent he became.

This vicious cycle finally ended after she became pregnant.

Now, she fears that all of this will happen again.

Haize's movements became increasingly urgent, and his breathing became increasingly heavy.

Shen Qingge could sense the changes in his body and knew that he was completely controlled by lust.

Shen Qingge tried her best to calm herself down and not show any resistance, lest she provoke Haize's violence.

She took a deep breath, trying to relax her tense body, and asked softly, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell from drinking so much?"

This simple greeting seemed to touch a chord in Haize's heart.

His movements suddenly paused for a moment, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, before he kissed her even more passionately.

This kiss was no longer just about taking, but rather carried a certain longing and need, as if he were seeking some kind of comfort and reliance through it.

Shen Qingge was stunned for a moment, not expecting that her words would elicit such a strong reaction from him.

For some reason, at this moment, Haize no longer felt like the cold and ruthless business tycoon she knew, but rather like an ordinary man who needed comforting.

This contrast left her somewhat dazed, and also aroused a sense of curiosity about the man in front of her.

His kisses moved from her lips to her neck, and then to her collarbone, each touch filled with indescribable heat and desire.

At the same time, his hands did not stop, skillfully unbuttoning her clothes, caressing every inch of her skin, igniting a series of tiny sparks.

Shen Qingge's breathing began to quicken, and her body involuntarily began to respond.

It was a strange feeling—it was the same person, the same touch, yet it brought her a completely different experience.

Previously, she only felt fear and pain; but now, she felt a strange sense of joy and anticipation.

Haize's movements became increasingly passionate, and his eyes grew more and more intoxicated.

Shen Qingge couldn't help but respond to Haize's enthusiasm.

Sensing her response, Haize's movements became even more passionate, with a heat that almost melted her.

His hands explored every corner of her body, and his lips did the same, leaving a trail of burning marks.

Shen Qingge felt as if she had been caught in a storm, one that she could neither resist nor wanted to resist.

She closed her eyes, letting herself immerse herself in this unexpected pleasure.

Heze's scent enveloped her, his body temperature warmed her, and his touch ignited her passion.

At this moment, they were no longer a couple in name only, no longer victims of a business marriage, but simply a man and a woman seeking solace.

Their breaths mingled, as did their sweat, together composing a joyful melody in the quiet night.

For a moment, Shen Qingge almost forgot that this was Haize, forgot the complicated relationship and history between them, and simply enjoyed the pleasure and satisfaction brought by this physical intimacy.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and the world became distant and blurry.

Only each other's warmth, breath, and heartbeat constitute the entirety of this tiny universe.

Outside the window, moonlight spilled onto the bedsheets, adding a touch of hazy beauty to this unexpected intimacy.

Shen Qingge vaguely heard the sound she made; it was a sound that was both strange and familiar, full of longing and satisfaction.

When everything quieted down, Haize lay on top of her, motionless.

Shen Qingge did not open her eyes, but quietly felt the weight and temperature of the sea leech, and felt his breathing gradually become steady.

The peace and intimacy they felt at this moment were something they had never experienced since their marriage.

Shen Qingge felt as if she were in a dream.

Only the sound of the man's breathing beside her and the weight pressing down on her told her that everything was real.