At Universal International, in the CEO’s office.
A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, impeccably dressed in a suit, wore a cold, ascetic expression as he sat upright in his office chair, gazing down at the woman crouched at his feet.
Upon closer inspection, one could discern a hunter’s fervor lurking in his eyes—like that of an elegant beast of prey.
Sheng Yuyue felt an inescapable dread under his gaze.
But her stubborn, unyielding nature refused to concede so easily.
Her hands slowly crept up the man’s thighs, gently caressing them.
Feeling the firm muscles beneath his trousers, her fingers couldn’t help but press in slightly, giving a little squeeze.
Mm, truly solid.
The man’s unfathomable eyes fixed directly on Sheng Yuyue.
“Secretary Sheng, if you were any other woman, do you believe you’d already be a one-armed heroine by now?”
Rumors had long circulated that Fu Yunting was the epitome of ascetic restraint, and there were also whispers that he didn’t care for women at all.
Because many women who coveted his looks and approached him under various pretenses had their wrists ruthlessly snapped by him.
Over time, no woman dared to get near him again.
Sheng Yuyue was the first in recent years to dare challenge him, seemingly without regard for her own life.
It wasn’t that she was being reckless on purpose—it was simply that she had no idea how brutal this man could be.
Miraculously, her hands, adorned with nude-pink nail polish, had nearly reached the root of Fu Yunting’s thighs, yet they remained unbroken.
“CEO Fu, you wouldn’t.”
Indeed, Fu Yunting was equally surprised.
For years, whenever a woman touched him, he would feel an inexplicable revulsion, losing control and flinging them away with enough force to snap a woman’s wrist.
So when Sheng Yuyue crouched at his feet under the pretense of picking up a pen and recklessly placed her hand on his thigh, Fu Yunting had already braced himself to toss her aside.
Unexpectedly, an inexplicable spasm seized somewhere in his chest and lower body without warning.
As if…
Someone were teasing his most sensitive spots with a feather.
It itched, and he longed to scratch.
He also wanted to see just how far he could tolerate this secretary’s provocations.
Sheng Yuyue’s hand crept upward slowly, matching her confident, seductive tone.
“Click.”
She unfastened the metal buckle of his belt.
Her movements were deliberate, as if she were intentionally luring Fu Yunting step by step into her trap.
Fu Yunting caught her hand as it moved to pull down his zipper, his gaze dark and unreadable.
“Secretary Sheng, I hope you can bear the consequences.”
He pressed her down onto his office desk in one swift motion.
Her tight, form-fitting A-line pencil skirt was pushed up to her waist.
When he saw that only a thin black string hung between her crossed legs, the corner of his mouth unexpectedly curved upward.
“It seems Secretary Sheng came prepared.”
Sheng Yuyue showed no hint of shame. Instead, she boldly reached up to loop her arms around Fu Yunting’s neck, pulling him toward her.
“So, CEO Fu, have you taken the bait?”
The man’s response came out along with his merciless plunge.
“Mm.”
Whether it was an answer to Sheng Yuyue’s question or an involuntary groan of pleasure was unclear.
Sheng Yuyue fancied herself well-versed in such matters, having watched countless videos and read numerous stories, believing herself battle-hardened and experienced.
But what she had never expected was that this first time would truly be more painful than she had imagined.