Qin Qing suppressed the strange feeling in her heart and curled her lips in disdain. “Have you never touched a woman in eight lifetimes?”
Fu Shuheng realized that the moment he got close to Qin Qing, his body became uncontrollable, and his rationality gradually slipped away.
He pulled back from her, a faint, barely perceptible trace of self-mockery creeping into his cold, emotionless eyes.
Whether he had touched a woman in his previous seven lifetimes, he didn’t know.
In these 28 years of this lifetime, tonight was the first time he’d felt the instinctive urges of a man.
Qin Qing’s face was cold and distant, but when Fu Shuheng looked at her, he caught a hint of childishness in her expression.
Perhaps to appease the young girl, he gestured toward the noisy room next door.
“The one screaming—that’s my fiancée.”
Qin Qing’s pupils contracted sharply as she stared at Fu Shuheng in disbelief.
He was the villain in the book who opposed the male lead, fought for the female lead, and ultimately suffered a crushing defeat… Fu Shuheng!
The villain came from the top-tier family in the capital, was the only legitimate eldest grandson of the Fu family, the undisputed leader among the children of the powerful and privileged, and the current head of the Fu family.
With such power and wealth, a villain who completely outclassed the male lead in every way—yet in the end, he met a fate where his family died off and even his own corpse was left without a trace.
Qin Qing’s long, thick lashes fluttered as she also pointed toward the room next door.
“What a coincidence. The one talking dirty—that’s my fiancé.”
A flicker of surprise passed through Fu Shuheng’s dark, calm eyes.
The two stared at each other, and the air grew stagnant.
“You’re Qin Qing?”
“Fu Shuheng?”
They spoke almost simultaneously.
The moment the words left their mouths, the silence was deafening!
A dark glint slid through Fu Shuheng’s eyes before returning to calm. He was the first to break the silence.
“Fu Yuanchen’s fiancée?”
“That’s right—”
Qin Qing nodded with an air of casual indifference.
The man who could extend her life was actually the villain from the book!
Both of them were cannon fodder—the difference being that the villain managed to survive until the final chapter before dying.
As if a thought struck her, Qin Qing abruptly glanced at the long leg Fu Shuheng had propped up.
Even though she couldn’t see it, her hand had touched it through his clothes earlier. The villain wasn’t like he was described in the book—impotent and without heirs.
“Ah… Chen-ge!”
A sharp, short cry suddenly rang out from the room next door.
Fu Shuheng and Qin Qing exchanged a look. Neither of them felt particularly embarrassed, though their expressions were somewhat unpleasant.
The man said casually, “Your fiancé is cheating on you.”
Qin Qing’s attitude was one of complete indifference. “What a coincidence. The one he’s cheating with is your fiancée.”
Fu Shuheng had long known the two were sleeping together, so he felt no ripple of emotion.
His gaze at Qin Qing was filled with curiosity and scrutiny, a lazy smile curving at his lips.
“Seems like you don’t care for Fu Yuanchen anymore. How about considering marrying me instead?”
Qin Qing looked up, puzzled. “Why?”
Fu Shuheng’s expression was languid as he said lightly, “Didn’t you already figure it out? I have a physical reaction to you.”
Qin Qing recalled the intense sensation that had lingered in her palm earlier. It was quite a strong reaction.
She shook her head in refusal. “No.”
Fu Shuheng wore an expression that said “I knew it.”
This girl probably thought of him as nothing more than a tool to get back at Fu Yuanchen.
But then Qin Qing’s tone shifted. “Though, marrying you would have to wait until I survive tomorrow night. And after we’re married, you’d need to provide me with malevolent aura.”
Marriage in exchange for a lifetime of living out her natural lifespan—what a steal!
Fu Shuheng’s brow furrowed slightly. “Survive tomorrow night? Malevolent aura?”
These words…
Why would they be connected to marriage?
Qin Qing showed a bit more patience toward her “food source” and said succinctly, “I have a fatal calamity to overcome tomorrow night.”
Fu Shuheng walked over to the young woman and touched her forehead.
“You have a fever.”
He suspected Qin Qing was delirious from the heat. He carried her to the bed, pulled up the covers, and tucked her in.
“Rest for a while. I’ll have someone bring medicine.”
Fu Shuheng strode toward the bathroom, his steps unhurried and composed.
Qin Qing frowned. The villain didn’t believe her!
She grabbed the man’s sleeve and spoke rapidly. “The Fu family’s highway reconstruction project in the eastern suburbs, worth ten billion, will have three technicians die tonight.”
“If you don’t stop it now, tomorrow you’ll see the news—a major accident with blasting failure and casualties on site.”
Fu Shuheng’s piercing, icy gaze fixed on Qin Qing as he asked calmly, “How do you know about something that hasn’t happened yet?”
Qin Qing lifted her chin slightly, her voice cool and proud. “I am a metaphysical celestial master. Divination and fortune-telling, talismanic exorcism—I have never failed.”
The man was silent for a moment, then nodded. “Understood.”
A dark, deep glint flickered in his eyes as he walked into the bathroom and immediately contacted his chief assistant, Yao Jin.
“Master Fu?” The call was quickly connected.
Fu Shuheng said in a calm voice, “Suspend the blasting plan in the eastern suburbs.”
“Understood.”
Yao Jin didn’t ask for reasons—his execution was swift and decisive.
The man spoke again. “Pull up the file on Fu Yuanchen’s fiancée and send it to me.”
Yao Jin replied, “I’ll send it to you right away.”
The call ended. Fu Shuheng lowered his gaze to his body, which had shifted from its usual lifeless state to one of restless agitation.
Qin Qing… was a variable.
Just like Liu Qingyan and Fu Yuanchen—one occupying the position of his fiancée, the other eyeing his position as family head—whenever he ran into them, something sinister was bound to happen.
Until he was certain of Qin Qing’s intentions, he wouldn’t touch her.
Fu Shuheng’s eyes narrowed slightly, one hand braced against the wall, the other extending downward…
Qin Qing assumed the villain didn’t believe her. Without much emotional reaction, she got up and left the room.
She hadn’t forgotten the purpose of her visit to the hotel—to retrieve the marriage contract.
As for the condom discarded on the floor, she chose to ignore it.
Room 1308.
Fu Yuanchen held the woman in his arms, breathing heavily as he recovered his composure.
Liu Qingyan poked the man’s chest, coquettishly complaining, “Chen-ge, when are you going to break off the engagement with that sticky plaster?”
Fu Yuanchen glanced at her. “Is my cousin-in-law jealous?”
“Don’t call me cousin-in-law!” Liu Qingyan glared at him with her beautiful eyes, feigning anger. “I’m not marrying a good-for-nothing!”
Fu Yuanchen raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “My cousin really can’t perform?”
He was well aware that Liu Qingyan had drugged his cousin to test whether he truly couldn’t perform.
Only if Fu Shuheng was truly incapable of producing an heir would he have an opening—if the sole legitimate eldest grandson of the Fu family had no successor, he would have hope of inheriting the Fu family’s vast business empire.
Mentioning this matter made Liu Qingyan furious: “If he could, I wouldn’t be sleeping with you tonight.”
Fu Shuheng’s looks and bearing were nothing short of extraordinary, and his family background was impeccable—as unattainable as a deity in the heavens.
Liu Qingyan, bearing the title of Fu Shuheng’s fiancée, basked in glory wherever she went, earning face and the envy of others, her vanity thoroughly satisfied.
But Fu Shuheng—he truly couldn’t produce an heir!
“If he can’t satisfy you, that’s what I’m here for.” Fu Yuanchen gave Liu Qingyan a squeeze, curling his lips in a sneer. “He’s not even a real man—he won’t hold onto his position as the Fu family’s power holder for long!”
Soon, the smile on his face vanished.
“Bang—!”
The door was violently kicked open from outside.