Qin Qing lifted her eyes. Fu Shuheng’s predatory gaze made her feel the hunter’s determination to claim his prize.
Her heart felt as if something had seared it.
“N-newlywed night?”
Even Qin Qing’s speech was a bit unsteady.
Fu Shuheng’s long, slender fingers tilted her chin up, his voice lazy and laced with a smile.
“Just today, we got our marriage certificate.”
“How come I didn’t know about this?”
A trace of surprise flickered across Qin Qing’s otherwise calm eyes.
She was the one involved, and she wasn’t even present—how could a marriage certificate have been issued? He must be tricking her.
Fu Shuheng studied Qin Qing’s expression carefully. When he caught no hint of regret or aversion, a faint smile spread through his eyes.
“I’ll show you the marriage certificate when we get home, alright?”
The man’s gentle voice carried a hint of seduction, and Qin Qing truly couldn’t refuse.
She swatted his hand away and said with feigned reserve, “Fine.”
She was actually married!
She had never imagined that one day she would marry someone.
“A-Qing, should I call Zhiyan to come pick you up?”
Tang Qinian didn’t know what Lord Fu and Qin Qing were talking about. Their intimate whispering gave him an uneasy feeling.
“No need. I’ll contact him later. It’s getting late—you should head back too.”
The moment Qin Qing finished speaking, Fu Shuheng wrapped an arm around her shoulder and turned to leave.
Tang Qinian watched them get into the car, knowing he couldn’t stop it. He jumped into his own vehicle and sped off toward the Qin residence.
As for Fu Yuanchen and Liu Qingyan, they were left behind in the cold wind, enjoying their “couple time.”
“Fu Shuheng!”
Fu Yuanchen stared venomously at the departing motorcade, his hate-filled voice squeezing through gritted teeth.
Liu Qingyan wrapped her arm around his, asking in a sweet, coquettish voice, “Chen-ge, what do we do?”
Fu Yuanchen whipped his head down, glaring at her with blame, his tone shifting into accusation:
“You’re Fu Shuheng’s fiancée—why didn’t you stop him?”
Liu Qingyan didn’t get angry at all. Instead, she looked like she was reflecting on her mistake and nodded. “I understand. Next time Qin Qing clings to Lord Fu, I won’t let her get away with it!”
Her obedience instantly extinguished Fu Yuanchen’s anger, and he pulled her tightly into his arms.
“Yanyan, bear with it a little longer. Once I get the Fu family, I’ll make you the matriarch.”
Liu Qingyan was delighted by his sweet words and lightly punched his shoulder.
“Besides me, who else would you want to marry?”
“Only you!”
Fu Yuanchen’s hand slipped past the hem of her clothes, touching Liu Qingyan’s skin, and he lowered his head to kiss her fiercely.
The two truly lived up to their roles as the male and female leads of a melodramatic story—kissing until their blood ran hot.
For reasons unknown, they stumbled into the Prince Ding Manor, using the sky as their blanket and the earth as their bed, putting on a live performance of acrobatic passion out in the open.
Their voices rose from low to high, their struggle escalating from gentle to rough…
Before long, they awakened the heroic spirits that had slumbered within the manor for centuries.
Qin Qing sat in the car, toying with her phone, deliberating on how to contact her brother.
“Lord Fu—”
A familiar male voice came from the passenger seat.
“The losses from last night have been estimated. Injury compensation, damaged machinery and equipment, site reconstruction, construction delays… total losses come to 36 million.”
Yao Jin handed the office laptop to Fu Shuheng in the back seat.
“Mm—”
Fu Shuheng glanced at the data and let out a cold, indifferent hum.
Seeing his detached expression and the downward press of his lips, Yao Jin’s mental alarm bells went off. He quickly retrieved the laptop and resumed playing invisible in the passenger seat.
Qin Qing was oblivious to all this. She glanced at Yao Jin, who had a roguishly handsome face but dressed like a refined gentleman.
She teased, “Demon? Who gave you that nickname?”
Yao Jin looked flattered by Qin Qing’s initiative to chat.
“Little… Madam, how do you know my nickname?”
He’d almost slipped and called her “little sister-in-law.”
Qin Qing’s expression was enigmatic, a faint smile playing on her lips as the plot from the book surfaced in her mind—
Yao Jin was Fu Shuheng’s cousin, and also the designated heir within the Fu family’s inner circle, groomed to be the next family successor.
Yao Jin was fiercely loyal to the Fu family. When the male lead and the villain broke all ties and fought to the death, he died protecting Fu Shuheng.
Qin Qing chuckled softly. “Your Life Chart isn’t bad. Your name sounds like ‘demon’—a title for something other than human. Have people call you by it more often. Using the name to supplement your fortune might just keep you alive to a ripe old age.”
Yao Jin’s Life Chart was decent for now—the fatal calamity hadn’t manifested yet.
With her protecting Fu Shuheng’s life, she wondered if Yao Jin’s fatal calamity might be avoided as well.
Yao Jin listened to her mystical ramblings, stunned for a moment, then joked, “Madam knows about these things? Then how about you divine for me—when will I get a promotion and a raise?”
Qin Qing raised an eyebrow. “With your cousin backing you, do you still need such worldly things?”
“!!!” Yao Jin was utterly shocked and instinctively glanced at Fu Shuheng in the back seat.
Fu Shuheng’s brow furrowed slightly, his probing gaze landing on Qin Qing. “You know Yao Jin’s identity?”
Qin Qing leaned back against the seat, saying casually, “Is that hard? Your Fate Patterns make it obvious at a glance that you’re blood relatives.”
Fu Shuheng’s gaze on Qin Qing was deep and intense, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the watch on his wrist.
He remained silent, and the spacious car fell into a stagnant stillness.
A sharp glint flickered in Yao Jin’s eyes as he said half-jokingly, “Little cousin-in-law, you can even tell fortunes? Then give me a reading—how’s my luck this year?”
Qin Qing tilted her head to study Yao Jin, knowing he was deliberately using this topic to break the tense atmosphere.
She was easygoing about it, and her fingers resting on her lap genuinely began to calculate.
Soon she spoke: “You have a tribulation tonight.”
“…” Yao Jin’s eyes widened slightly as he probed, “That’s it?”
Qin Qing deliberately teased him, dragging out her lazy tone as she slowly asked, “Don’t you want to know what kind of tribulation? Perhaps it’s a Peach Blossom Tribulation—you might soon be winning the beauty’s heart.”
Yao Jin was unimpressed inwardly but smiled on the surface, saying, “I hope it’s a Porsche.”
He silently mocked, Little cousin-in-law can’t even play the charlatan properly.
These days, con artists were all professionals, speaking in obscure, hard-to-understand terms for fear of being understood.
Qin Qing was amused by his expression and shook her head. “Tonight, you will surely face a Bloody Calamity.”
Yao Jin still didn’t take it to heart and laughed along.
“Little cousin-in-law, you don’t pull off the mystic act well.”
Fu Shuheng, whose oppressive aura had been weighing down the air, asked one question very seriously.
“Will there be danger to his life?”
Yao Jin’s expression instantly turned wrong, staring at Fu Shuheng with a strange look, suspecting he’d been possessed by some unclean thing.
Qin Qing tilted her head and gave Fu Shuheng a playful smile.
“I won’t tell you.”
If Yao Jin avoided this minor Bloody Calamity, calamity would descend on him doubly in the future.
Hearing Qin Qing’s light tone, Fu Shuheng’s posture relaxed slightly, and the oppressive aura around him receded.
He said coldly, “He’s been itching for trouble lately. A little blood will keep him on his guard.”
“Cousin!”
Yao Jin yelped, his face crumpling.
Fu Shuheng swept a glance at him, and Yao Jin, who was about to say more, immediately shut his mouth.
Qin Qing watched the silent exchange between the two, pouted in boredom, and turned her head to look out the window.
Across the street stood a lavish club with an imposing footprint, two rows of sharply dressed men outside its doors, and a street packed with luxury cars—all clearly visible to Qin Qing.
—Platinum Palace Club.
Such a familiar name, as if it had been described in the book.
Fu Shuheng followed Qin Qing’s gaze and saw the two rows of male models outside Platinum Palace Club’s entrance—broad-shouldered, long-legged, with rugged or refined features.
The man’s slightly thin lips parted, and he asked in a gentle tone:
“What is my wife looking at?”
“People.”
Qin Qing replied without turning her head.
The moment the words left her mouth, the already quiet car surged with a dangerous, heart-stopping aura.