While showering, Fang Xihe stomped her feet and even bumped into the wall.
She really couldn’t face Shang Chenzhou anymore.
And also… were they going to sleep together later?
What should she do? She was nervous.
She stayed in the bathroom for a long time until Shang Chenzhou knocked on the door.
“Xihe, are you okay?”
Feeling guilty, Fang Xihe shouted, “I’m fine! I’ll be out soon!”
She slowly came out, her face flushed pink from the steam.
Shang Chenzhou stared at her, unable to snap out of it for a long time.
Fang Xihe knew what that look meant.
So tonight was inevitable, huh?
Fine… she’d quickly “study up” and get into the mood.
Seeing him still staring, she glared at him.
“Your turn to shower.”
Shang Chenzhou came back to his senses, coughed awkwardly, and walked into the bathroom. Soon after, he came out with a hairdryer and handed it to her before going back in with his clothes.
The bathroom was filled with the scent of cherry blossom body wash—hers, brought from the shared apartment. He had placed it there for her.
Standing in the bathroom, Shang Chenzhou felt his throat tighten and a wave of heat rise in his body.
He lowered the water temperature.
Fang Xihe dried her hair and hung up the undergarments she had hand-washed.
She absolutely couldn’t let Shang Chenzhou touch her things again.
It was March, and Jiangcheng was still cold.
The wind stung her face.
After hanging the clothes, she quickly shut the sliding door.
The small apartment had no separate bedroom—the bed was in the living room, next to a small sofa, with a compact dining table nearby.
The heater was on, so it wasn’t cold.
Fang Xihe burrowed under the blanket, even covering her head, and guiltily searched for videos on her phone.
Suddenly, loud sounds burst out from the phone.
She panicked, fumbling to lower the volume, her heart pounding wildly.
She muted it and watched silently.
Her fingernails were nearly bitten through.
So it works like that?
Wow! There’s even that kind of position!
The woman looks like she’s in pain…
Isn’t this going on too long?!
She was so absorbed that she didn’t notice Shang Chenzhou coming out.
Suddenly, the light above her head brightened.
Fang Xihe quickly hid her phone under her backside.
Shang Chenzhou narrowed his eyes.
“What are you watching, acting so guilty?”
“N-nothing.”
“Really? Let me see.”
“No!”
She clutched the phone tightly.
He was just teasing her—he smiled and walked away, drying his hair.
Fang Xihe let out a long breath.
That scared her to death!
She quickly took out her phone and turned off the video.
Luckily it was on mute… otherwise she’d have to dig a hole and bury herself.
After giving herself a lot of mental preparation—
She thought, since she had never experienced this before, and it was legal with Shang Chenzhou, maybe it wouldn’t be bad to try.
Besides, he was so handsome—she wouldn’t be at a loss.
And he was “clean,” first-hand—definitely no messy diseases.
…
While her thoughts ran wild, she felt the bed beside her sink.
She didn’t dare turn her head.
Shang Chenzhou asked, “Sleep now?”
Her voice trembled. “Y-yes, let’s sleep.”
“Turn off the light.”
He reached over, switched off the light, and lay back down.
In the darkness—
Their breaths intertwined, tangling with her heartbeat.
The atmosphere was ambiguous.
Her heart pounded like a drum.
She pressed her hand against it.
Please, stop beating so loudly… he can probably hear it.
Unable to take it anymore, she thought she might as well get it over with quickly.
So she flipped over and sat on top of him.
Shang Chenzhou froze, his eyes darkening, his hand gripping the bed.
“Xihe…”
Before he could say more, a soft fragrance approached—
His lips were suddenly covered by hers, her long scented hair falling across his face.
But Fang Xihe only pressed her lips against his.
The video showed tongue… she couldn’t do that.
What came next again…?
As she was thinking, everything suddenly spun.
Before she could cry out, her mouth was sealed again.
This time—it was a real kiss.
Hot, intense, domineering, lingering.
Fang Xihe was stunned.
Shang Chenzhou was probably inexperienced too—he bumped into her lips several times, making her tear up from the pain.
She pushed against him.
“Shang Chenzhou, stop kissing—let’s just start.”
He paused. In the darkness, his eyes were bright and sharp, like a wolf’s.
“We don’t have protection at home.”
Fang Xihe: “…”
Then what were they even doing all this for?
She felt both frustrated and relieved.
After all that, there was nothing prepared.
She definitely didn’t want to get pregnant.
This relationship was temporary—she couldn’t let a child complicate things.
Shang Chenzhou got up and went to the bathroom to calm himself down.
He had rushed out of the company in the afternoon, gone to the market to buy groceries, and came straight home—he hadn’t even thought about preparing anything.
A miscalculation.
He already felt guilty for rushing her into marriage—he couldn’t let her get pregnant irresponsibly.
Knowing nothing would happen tonight, Fang Xihe finally relaxed.
By the time Shang Chenzhou came out, she was already asleep.
He, however, couldn’t fall asleep, listening to her steady breathing.
…
Fang Xihe was woken up by her phone alarm.
She turned it off and sat up, rubbing her eyes.
Shang Chenzhou came out of the bathroom, freshly washed—clean and sharp in a black shirt and black trousers.
Fang Xihe stared, stunned.
So youthful.
So handsome!
She realized he was only 22 years old.
Very young.
“Today’s Saturday—you can sleep more,” he said.
She paused. “What about you? Going out?”
He put on his black down jacket.
“I’m going to the company.”
“Breakfast is in the rice cooker. Eat before going back to sleep.”
“And accept the money.”
“You don’t have to—I still have money.”
It wasn’t politeness—she just knew he was broke and a bit traditional.
No need. Later, when he was recognized by the wealthy family, he’d give her a huge sum anyway.
Standing at the door, he looked at her deeply.
“Since I married you, I can afford to support you.”
She paused.
“If you don’t accept it, I’ll withdraw cash later.”
“I’ll accept it.”
She picked up her phone and accepted the transfer.
Only then did he leave.
As an entrepreneur, Shang Chenzhou had no weekends or holidays—he had to work hard to succeed.
She remembered from the novel that before being recognized by the elite family, he had already built a successful company.
He was capable.
After washing up, she went to the kitchen to get breakfast.
Ham sandwiches—tasty—and a glass of milk.
Before transmigrating, she lived alone, ordering takeout when hungry, occasionally cooking when in the mood.
No one had ever made food for her before.
She grew up in a single-parent family—her father had died in a car accident when she was very young, leaving behind a large compensation sum.