A shadow loomed over Fu Shuheng’s vision. He lifted his eyelids and met Qin Qing’s startlingly bright eyes.
Their noses nearly brushed, their breaths intertwining.
“You—don’t you dare dodge!”
Qin Qing locked onto the man’s calm, composed gaze, cupped his face with both hands, and kissed him with force.
Fu Shuheng’s peripheral vision caught Fu Yuanchen’s ashen face. The hand hanging at his side lifted, pressing firmly against Qin Qing’s lower back.
Her delicate lips pressed down, sealing against his without a single gap.
“Hiss—”
A muffled grunt escaped Fu Shuheng’s lips.
Qin Qing’s kiss carried a fierce edge—a possessive bite, a plundering claim.
The newly scabbed wound at the corner of his mouth was pierced by her teeth, releasing a faint trace of blood.
The pain stirred Fu Shuheng’s otherwise placid body. His breathing suddenly grew heavy, and the hand gripping Qin Qing’s lower back tightened, fingers sinking into the fabric as he pulled her closer against his chest.
Qin Qing was like a greedy child, voraciously absorbing the malevolent aura. The car window reflected their intertwined bodies.
Fu Shuheng did not respond in kind. His lips parted slightly, indulging the girl’s demands for a kiss.
Just as Qin Qing’s tongue was about to cross the line, he pulled back slightly.
“Madam, that’s enough—”
Fu Shuheng’s gaze darkened slightly. His jade-like slender fingers gently wiped the moisture from the corner of Qin Qing’s lips.
Qin Qing, having absorbed enough malevolent aura, panted softly.
“Let me catch my breath.”
Her body went limp, her forehead resting against the man’s shoulder hollow, her voice hoarse beyond recognition.
Fu Shuheng’s arm tightened, pressing her into his embrace. His jaw brushed against the top of her head as his calm, unruffled eyes swept the surroundings.
The Fu family’s security guards all lowered their heads in unison.
Fu Yuanchen’s eyes blazed with fury. He tried to charge forward but was held back by the guards.
In the distance, Tang Qinian stood frozen, utterly dumbfounded, like a statue that couldn’t move an inch.
“Qin Qing! Have you no shame at all? Since Brother Chen doesn’t want you, you go after my fiancé? Are you that desperate for a man?”
Liu Qingyan pushed open the passenger door, staring at Qin Qing with contempt, her voice shrill.
Qin Qing lifted her eyelids, her clear, cold eyes glancing sideways at the female lead. She drawled lazily:
“You’re the one who stole my fiancé first.”
At those words, Fu Shuheng’s expression remained impassive, but the warmth in his eyes faded.
Fu Yuanchen’s anger receded, his brow arching high—both smug and pleased.
Tang Qinian finally snapped back to reality. He stepped forward, grabbed Qin Qing’s arm, and pulled her off Fu Shuheng.
“A-Qing, stop messing around!”
“Your brother is waiting at home for you to eat. Come back with me now!”
Tang Qinian’s heart was trembling. He dragged Qin Qing away without looking back.
He knew who Fu Shuheng was—a top-tier power broker. Unlike Fu Yuanchen, a mere collateral member of the Fu family, Fu Shuheng was the sole authority of the Fu clan. The Fu family were the true rule-makers. Never mind the Qin family—even the Tang family couldn’t afford to offend them!
The Fu family’s security guards, who had remained silent until now, quickly formed a circle and blocked the two from leaving.
Fu Shuheng leisurely smoothed the collar that had been crumpled, casting a subtle glance at the hand Tang Qinian had wrapped around Qin Qing’s arm.
Liu Qingyan rushed forward, grabbing Qin Qing’s other arm, pressing her aggressively:
“Is it because Brother Chen doesn’t want you, so you stole my fiancé—just to get back at me?”
Qin Qing shook off Liu Qingyan’s hand, looked her up and down, and said with a mocking tone:
“Who do you think you are? You’re not even worth my revenge!”
Liu Qingyan’s gaze burned. “Then why did you crawl into Fu Shuheng’s bed?!”
“…” Qin Qing was left speechless.
It was a misunderstanding!
She had stumbled into the villain’s room by accident and been dragged onto the bed by him.
Seeing Qin Qing’s silence, Liu Qingyan’s voice grew even sharper and more venomous: “Still saying it’s not revenge against me? You’re just a licking dog at Brother Chen’s feet! Someone as shameless as you only knows dirty tricks like crawling into bed…”
“Smack—!”
Qin Qing, her expression impatient, raised her hand and slapped Liu Qingyan across the face.
“Hiss! That hurts!”
It was Qin Qing’s first time striking a woman, and she hadn’t controlled her strength. She shook her reddened palm.
At the same time, she suffered the karmic backlash from Liu Qingyan’s fortune luck. The life-extension malevolent aura she had absorbed began to slowly drain away.
Qin Qing glared at the female lead with displeasure, her voice cold: “Not a single word you said was worth hearing! If your head isn’t clear, drain the water out of it.”
“Qin Qing! How dare you hit Yanyan!”
Fu Yuanchen roared, raising his hand to strike Qin Qing—only to have it intercepted mid-air.
Fu Shuheng gripped his wrist, applying pressure downward, his voice gentle and slow: “Your little cousin-in-law is disciplining the younger generation. What business is it of yours to interfere?”
“She’s not! Qin Qing is my fiancée!”
Fu Yuanchen’s jaw was tight, his fists clenched, the words practically squeezed through his teeth.
Fu Shuheng fixed him with a deep gaze and asked calmly:
“Do you regret it?”
Fu Yuanchen’s expression froze.
A voice rose from the depths of his heart—he didn’t regret it. Qin Qing was his possession. Even if he wouldn’t marry her, no one else was allowed to take her away!
“Smack—!”
Another crisp slap rang out.
Qin Qing’s brows were heavy, her gaze landing on Liu Qingyan.
“Say what you just said again!”
Liu Qingyan, bearing two slap marks on her face, was streaked with tears. Rage overtook her, and she lashed out recklessly:
“I’m stating facts! Everyone in the capital knows that Master Fu is impotent! He can’t perform! Even if you take him away, you can’t have children, and the position of family head will change hands sooner or later!”
Qin Qing narrowed her eyes slightly. “That’s not the sentence.”
Liu Qingyan thought for a moment, then suddenly understood and burst into laughter.
“So you mean you agree?”
She looked Qin Qing up and down, like she was appraising a piece of goods for sale.
Liu Qingyan deliberately dragged out her words and spoke in a condescending tone: “I’ll persuade Brother Chen to let you be a concubine after he marries me. Your reputation is already ruined—if someone is willing to take you, you should count your blessings…”
Not to mention how colorful the expressions of everyone around them became upon hearing this.
Tang Qinian, upon hearing this, exploded like a firecracker.
“Qin Qing, if you dare to be someone’s concubine, I’ll have your brother disown you from the family!”
“Slap—!”
Qin Qing ignored Tang Qinian. Her face turned icy cold as she delivered another slap to Liu Qingyan.
“Who the hell does Fu Yuanchen think he is? He’s not worthy of making me a concubine.”
She leaned in close to Liu Qingyan, whose face was full of humiliation, and spoke softly, each word dripping with frost.
“If you say anything else that displeases me, I’ll make sure every single person who knows you two gets a copy of those bed photos.”
A playful smile curled at the corner of Qin Qing’s lips. “What do you say? Sound good?”
“How dare you!”
Liu Qingyan’s pupils contracted sharply as she clutched her face and stumbled back half a step.
“What wouldn’t I dare?” Qin Qing gently rubbed her swollen, aching hand and warned, “Since you’re scared, stay out of my sight from now on.”
“Qin Qing, if you’ve got guts, come at me! What kind of move is it to bully Yanyan?!”
Fu Yuanchen was already furious. He stepped forward and pulled the delicate Liu Qingyan into his arms, glaring at Qin Qing.
“Talking to you people is exhausting—you can’t even understand plain human speech.”
Suffering from the karmic backlash of the female lead’s Fortune Luck, Qin Qing didn’t want to lay hands on the male lead for now, so she turned to leave.
“Don’t you run!”
Fu Yuanchen grabbed Qin Qing’s wrist.
Having been pestered repeatedly, Qin Qing was thoroughly enraged. Just as she was about to strike, a tall figure completely enveloped her.
“Bang—!”
Qin Qing’s wrist was released, and behind her came the dull thud of a heavy body hitting the ground.
“Brother Chen! You’re spitting blood!”
Immediately after, Liu Qingyan’s choked, worried voice followed.