“Don’t look at me like that!” Reinhardt blinked innocently. “Blame the succubus, not me. I’m not the one who gave your family this kind of constitution.”
Cheng Zhili took a deep breath and rubbed his forehead. “I need some peace and quiet!”
“There’s no peace and quiet.” Reinhardt rolled his eyes. “Stick to your usual style, go for it, don’t be a coward!”
“Coward, my foot!” Cheng Zhili couldn’t hold back and glared at him again. “Fu Laiying doesn’t even like me right now. Even if I tried to seduce him, it wouldn’t work, okay? You might help me confuse him once, but can you do it countless times? He’ll get suspicious sooner or later.”
“Come on, have a little confidence in yourself! You’re very charming!” Reinhardt ruffled his hair.
Cheng Zhili was speechless. “That’s a different matter. Of course, I believe I’ll win him over eventually, but definitely not now. Besides, during pregnancy, it’s best not to engage in such activities. When my belly starts showing, will he still want to? He’ll be afraid of hurting the baby!”
“Hmm… you have a point, but with your constitution, the more you engage in such activities, the healthier and smarter the baby will be.”
“Damn, what kind of weird setting is this? Do you think this is a novel?” Cheng Zhili was very annoyed.
Reinhardt said, “The child in your belly is tied to our contract. You must ensure the child’s safe birth. So, don’t be a coward, go seduce Fu Laiying!”
“Alright, I get it…” Cheng Zhili rubbed his temples wearily before asking, “Is there a frequency for this kind of thing?”
Reinhardt said, “Once a week.”
“Hmm…” A light flashed in Cheng Zhili’s eyes. “Since I got pregnant, it’s been over half a month since I’ve been with Fu Laiying, but I’m only slightly anemic now. So, once every half month is okay, right?”
“It is, but it’s not good for the baby. Don’t think about slacking off! I’ll be watching you!” Reinhardt said sternly.
“Tsk!” Cheng Zhili pouted.
Reinhardt snapped his fingers, drying Cheng Zhili’s hair, and said, “Okay, go out now, or Fu Laiying will get suspicious.”
“Got it, got it.” Cheng Zhili replied impatiently, then opened the door and returned to the bedroom.
He found Fu Laiying sitting on the bed, typing away on his laptop, completely absorbed in his work.
Tsk.
Cheng Zhili was annoyed just looking at him.
He kicked off his slippers, climbed onto the bed, and sat on Fu Laiying’s lap, pouting. “Husband, isn’t it time for our wedding night?”
Fu Laiying looked up, visibly uncomfortable. “If you want to sleep, go ahead. I still have work.”
“Is work more attractive than me?” Cheng Zhili deliberately exposed his fair shoulder.
Fu Laiying didn’t even lift his head. “Yes, work is more attractive.”
Damn.
Cheng Zhili was furious.
He was actually less appealing than work?
He laughed in anger. “Then you work, I’ll do my thing.” With that, he started to unbutton Fu Laiying’s pants.
Fu Laiying was startled and quickly grabbed Cheng Zhili’s reckless hands. “What are you doing?”
“What do you think? Tonight is our wedding night.” Cheng Zhili rolled his eyes at him.
“I’m not interested.” Fu Laiying said with a dark expression.
“I’m interested.” Cheng Zhili lifted his foot and pressed it against Fu Laiying’s chest.
Then Fu Laiying noticed Cheng Zhili wasn’t wearing any underwear.
He rubbed his temples in frustration. “Can’t you be a bit more reserved?”
“Why be reserved with my own husband?” Cheng Zhili blinked innocently, then grinned. “But you, how about dropping the celibate act? You were pretty wild before when you were with me~”
Fu Laiying moved his foot away. “You’re the wild one!”
Clearly, he wasn’t affected by Cheng Zhili at all.
Cheng Zhili raised an eyebrow, switched from sitting to kneeling, and leaned over the laptop to whisper in Fu Laiying’s ear, “Darling, I want to taste your big, cock…”
Fu Laiying quickly covered his mouth, glaring at him fiercely. “Have some decency!”
Cheng Zhili licked his palm in response.
—Nope.
“Are we doing it or not?” Cheng Zhili asked.
“No, we’re not!” Fu Laiying replied firmly, his face cold.
Cheng Zhili shrugged at Reinhardt, as if to say: See, I tried my best.
Reinhardt rolled his eyes at him.
Cheng Zhili blinked innocently. “Then forget it, let’s sleep.” With that, he slipped under the covers, not even glancing at Fu Laiying.
Fu Laiying was a bit stunned.
What the heck? Wasn’t this person just clinging to him like glue? How did he change so quickly…
He found Cheng Zhili hard to understand, like the weather in June, sometimes clear and sunny, sometimes stormy and thundering.
He stared at the back of Cheng Zhili’s head for a few seconds before returning his gaze to the laptop screen, but somehow, he couldn’t focus on the documents at all. Fu Laiying rubbed his temples, closed the laptop, and went to the bathroom to shower before returning to bed.
He thought he would have trouble sleeping, but surprisingly, he fell asleep quickly.
The next day.
The weather was clear, and birds chirped cheerfully.
Fu Laiying was awakened by his internal clock. Opening his eyes, he saw a small head nestled against his chest, and with a slight tilt of his head, he could see the hair whorl.
Fu Laiying’s expression was blank.
Cheng Zhili was curled up in his arms, his legs wrapped tightly around Fu Laiying’s thigh, hands clutching the fabric of his waistcoat, his entire body, including his head, buried under the covers, seemingly unbothered by the lack of air. Of course, what frustrated Fu Laiying more was that he was also holding Cheng Zhili’s waist, making them look like a loving couple sleeping intertwined…
Fu Laiying carefully tried to move Cheng Zhili’s hand away, but with just a slight movement, Cheng Zhili immediately frowned. “Hmm…” As if someone pressed pause, Fu Laiying held his breath and stopped moving.
He waited for a while, and seeing that Cheng Zhili hadn’t woken up, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he froze.
Wait, why was he being so cautious? It was just waking someone up, what was there to be afraid of?
Fu Laiying looked down at Cheng Zhili’s sleeping face, feeling a bit dazed. Even in sleep, his brows were furrowed.
He suddenly remembered last night.
Was it true that the Cheng family planned to transplant Cheng Zhili’s heart to Zhixia?
Fu Laiying had been in the business world with his father since he was fourteen, and he had a keen eye. He could tell that Cheng Wenbin was guilty at the time. He just couldn’t believe that as a father, Cheng Wenbin would be willing to sacrifice one child’s life for profit.
So, did Cheng Zhixia know about this?
He couldn’t possibly not know, right?
Thinking of this, Fu Laiying’s heart sank, and his affection for Cheng Zhixia faded away.
No wonder Cheng Zhili was filled with hatred, no wonder he would go to any lengths for revenge.
Of course, while Fu Laiying understood, he disliked being used.
As the heir of the Fu family, he had rarely faced setbacks, but Cheng Zhili made him taste defeat for the first time.
Fu Laiying inexplicably wanted to sigh.
He raised his hand, his fingertip resting on Cheng Zhili’s brow, as if trying to smooth out the wrinkles.
The sun rose high in the sky.
Every weekend, Cheng Zhili would go to Feng Xia Li.
Today was Saturday, and he should have been awake long ago, but whether it was because of the good mood or the soft bed, he slept until noon.
“Mmm—” Cheng Zhili curled up like a baby, eyes closed, not wanting to get up.
“If you’re awake, let go of me.” Fu Laiying’s cold voice suddenly sounded.
Cheng Zhili was startled, opened his eyes, and found himself clinging to Fu Laiying like a conjoined twin, his hands glued to Fu Laiying’s waist as if with superglue.
Cheng Zhili was stunned for a few seconds before letting go.
Hmm, turns out he likes to hug something while sleeping. This was a habit he just discovered.
While pondering, Fu Laiying had already sat up. “I’m going to wash my face.”
“Oh.” Cheng Zhili replied, getting out of bed barefoot, but suddenly felt dizzy and his legs gave way, making him sit back on the bed.
Fu Laiying happened to be standing by the bed, and seeing his dazed expression, he frowned instinctively. “What’s wrong?”
Cheng Zhili just shook his head.
Damn, could it be that as long as he doesn’t do it with Fu Laiying, he’ll remain anemic? He still had to go out today, and if he fainted on the street, that would be fun.
Cheng Zhili complained inwardly, but outwardly he remained calm.
“Are you…” Fu Laiying frowned at him. “Are you sick?”
“Yes, yes!” Cheng Zhili stood up, smiling. “Actually, I have a terminal illness!”
Fu Laiying’s expression turned serious, grabbing his wrist. “Let’s go to the hospital.”
Cheng Zhili chuckled. “Is the General Manager concerned about me?”
“You’re my wife, I’ll take responsibility for you.” Fu Laiying didn’t understand how Cheng Zhili could still smile at a time like this.
Could it be… Cheng Zhili was taking revenge on the Cheng family because he knew he had a terminal illness and wanted to destroy them before he died?
Thinking of this, Fu Laiying’s expression softened.
Cheng Zhili had no idea what Fu Laiying was imagining. Hearing this, he immediately smiled and said, “The General Manager should remember what you just said! Actually, you can help cure my illness.”
“Me?” Fu Laiying was puzzled.
“Yes~” Cheng Zhili hooked a leg around Fu Laiying’s, leaned close to his lips, and whispered, “I have a disease where I’ll die if I don’t do it with the General Manager~”
Fu Laiying was stunned, his face instantly turning red, glaring fiercely. “Cheng Zhili!” He realized he had been played!
“Hahaha!” Cheng Zhili laughed wildly as he quickly ran into the bathroom.
Fu Laiying watched his retreating figure, inhaling and exhaling, finally calming down.
Ah!
Fu Laiying sighed, rubbing his temples.
Ever since meeting Cheng Zhili, he found himself sighing more often.
But…
At least it’s not a terminal illness.
Fu Laiying couldn’t help but smile wryly as he followed him into the bathroom to freshen up.
*
After lunch, Chen Ma took the dishes to the kitchen, leaving Cheng Zhili and Fu Laiying alone in the dining room.
Cheng Zhili propped his chin on his hand, looking at the impeccably dressed Fu Laiying. “It’s the weekend, and you’re still going to work?”
“I have a business meeting.” Fu Laiying replied coolly.
Cheng Zhili wasn’t bothered by his cold demeanor and raised an eyebrow. “I remember there are quite a few pretty women in your company?”
Fu Laiying was puzzled. “So?”
“So I need to mark my territory and get rid of some of those seductive women.” Cheng Zhili said, standing up and biting Fu Laiying’s chin hard.
“Ow—” Fu Laiying winced. “Cheng Zhili, are you part dog?!”
“Oops, missed my aim. I meant to bite your lips, cut me some slack.” Cheng Zhili blinked innocently, tugging at his own collar. “How about you leave a mark on my neck too?”
“Get lost!” Fu Laiying rolled his eyes, grabbed his briefcase, and left.