Chapter 144

Chapter 144 - 144 138 Be Her Dog Do As She Says (First Update)

Chapter 144: 138: Be Her Dog, Do As She Says (First Update) Chapter 144: 138: Be Her Dog, Do As She Says (First Update)

Fu Ying, twenty-seven years old.

At four, orphaned; taken in by Wind Town Angel Orphanage.

At ten, adopted by a couple from Chevalier.

At eighteen, studied finance at Kim Chowton University.

At twenty-two, employed by the world’s top ten Boksen Company.

At twenty-six, headhunted to Zhou Group as Senior Sales Director.

At twenty-six, registered marriage with Zhou Kangyi at Lantu.

This was Fu Ying’s public resume, half true, half false.

Wrapped in a thin blanket of summer, she stood by the window, her third glass of red wine in hand. She seemed to enjoy getting up in the middle of the night, drinking until slightly tipsy; the night before last was the same.

“Were you shocked when you first saw me at the Zhou Family’s place?”

Chen Baishi embraced her from behind, “No.”

She turned around, offering him the unfinished wine, “So, you think I’m the kind of woman who’s willing to cosy up to an old man for money?”

Chen Baishi opened his mouth, and the wine he didn’t have time to swallow dripped down his collarbone.

He wasn’t wearing a shirt. His arms, bronzed and strong from military training, easily encircled her waist, “You are not.”

The empty glass was carelessly thrown onto the thick carpet by Fu Ying.

Her delicate arms reached for the man’s neck, the blanket fell to the floor, and her slip dress, very short, slid further up as she tiptoed.

“Junior brother, don’t claim too much, you don’t fully understand me.”

“Why change your name?”

Fu Ying, with her arms around Chen Baishi’s neck, delicately wiped the wine from his body with her fingers, “Then tell me first, why didn’t you tell Zhou Sheng my name was fake?”

Chen Baishi said, “You taught me Taekwondo and kick-boxing in high school.”

“Returning the favor?”

“Yes.”

“So it’s payback one for one,” Before marrying into the Zhou Family, to better resemble the Fu Ying on her resume, she groomed herself meticulously, her skin becoming pale and delicate everywhere except for the calluses on her hands that wouldn’t clean off —rough, rubbing against Chen Baishi’s chest, “Let me calculate how many times you’ve owed me these days.”

Not one word she said was serious.

Chen Baishi grabbed her hand, bending down to kiss her.

She laughed while kissing back, teasing him by pinching his hot earlobe and continued to taunt him in the brief moments they parted, “The first time was me begging you, but not the times after that.”

She was very naughty.

Even in high school, Chen Baishi realized that all the boys who liked her both loved and hated her.

Chen Baishi pressed down on her waist, warning her, “Fu Mingyue.”

“Not calling me ‘Lady’ anymore?”

The floor-to-ceiling window was one-way viewable.

No need to worry about being seen from outside, Chen Baishi set Fu Ying on the carpet below the sofa, his strong muscles easily supporting her weight, causing her to lean entirely on him.

Fu Ying cursed, “Chen Baishi, you beast.”

He laughed.

Fu Ying’s slender wrists rested on his shoulders, “You can smile?” she hummed in a coy voice, “I misjudged you—I thought you were a rock.”

In such moments, she was always talkative, igniting with nearly every sentence.

Chen Baishi was her opposite, reserved, one to keep silent if possible. Last night, she had forced him to call out ‘Lady’ a few times for amusement.

He called out.

Now calling her by the name, she teased him again.

His movements were tender, though he usually wore a stern expression, “Stop talking.”

“Then make me speechless,” she challenged.

“...”

Their days had been chaotic.

The day they crossed the line, when she woke up, her first words were, “Chen Baishi, are you a dog?”

She was complaining about the marks he had left.

He humbly acknowledged, assuming a tamed posture, “You said I was.”

Both were tough, each without a soft word to spare.

At that time, Fu Ying had called her secretary to bring medicine and condoms. That’s how naturally Chen Baishi was drawn into Fu Ying’s domain.

The capital’s nights in August were still somewhat cool.

Chen Baishi picked up the blanket that had fallen onto the carpet, wrapped Fu Ying with it, and carried her to the bedroom.

She was sleepy and turned on her side with her back to him as soon as she touched the bed.

Men’s body temperature might always be higher than women’s, but in any case, Chen Baishi felt like a furnace; when he came close, she quickly warmed up.

As she drifted into sleepiness, he asked, “Fu Mingyue, tell me, what exactly do you want?”

She lied, “Zhou Group.”

“You’re lying to me again.”

She hadn’t avoided him when making calls these days.

She knew Zhou Sheng was in the process of transferring assets; if she truly wanted the Zhou Group, she wouldn’t be doing nothing now.

Chen Baishi speculated, “There’s content in the will that’s not in your favor, right?”

She placed her cold feet on him, coveting the warmth from his body, not answering, but instead asked him, “Am I your master now?”

Without any hesitation, Chen Baishi affirmed, “Yes.”

Though they were in the closest relationship possible, they both tacitly avoided any talk related to love.

It was as if she defaulted to their relationship as merely a physical transaction.

She said, “There was never a will from the start.”

Zhou Kangyi would never willingly give up on his useless son; she even had her sign an agreement before marriage to give up her inheritance rights. But Zhou Kangyi made one mistake: what she wanted was never the Zhou Group.

What she wanted was, “I want Zhou Sheng to repent in prison for the crimes he had committed.” It was time to close the net.