The luxurious black Rolls-Royce pulled into a lavish villa.
When the car stopped, the drowsy Xia Qianqian finally lifted her heavy eyelids.
“We’re here?”
Confusion clouded her eyes, along with a touch of bleary innocence.
Her soft hair curled slightly at the crown, with a few adorable flyaways sticking up.
They fluttered in the breeze.
Fu Beichen resisted the urge to reach out and touch them, then gave a cool nod. “Mm. Get out.”
After straightening his clothes, he got out first.
Xia Qianqian blinked her beautiful, wide eyes, then belatedly followed him.
The moment she stepped inside the villa, Xia Qianqian was stunned by its luxurious furnishings.
The living room alone looked to be several hundred square meters.
Paintings worth tens of millions hung on the walls. A dazzling crystal chandelier hung overhead, and beside it stood antique vases from dynasties she couldn’t identify.
The floor was covered in gleaming marble tile, so spotless it was free of even a speck of dust.
Xia Qianqian glanced down and could see her own reflection.
She shifted her old, yellowed white canvas shoes and immediately felt completely out of place.
Fu Beichen turned around and saw her standing there like an idiot. “What’s wrong?”
Everything before her seemed unreal. “Th-this is your home?”
“Mm. It’s one of the places I live most of the time.”
Xia Qianqian was astonished. “You mean you have other houses too?”
Fu Beichen nodded calmly. “I work in real estate.”
“…”
So not only did he have other houses, but even the homes other people lived in belonged to him.
She could hardly imagine how rich he was.
Fu Beichen put his hands in his pockets. “You’ll live here from now on. Of course, if you’re not happy with this place, I can arrange somewhere else for you.”
“I’m happy,” Xia Qianqian said quickly. “I really like it here.”
As if! She’d be grinning in her sleep if she got to live somewhere like a princess’s castle.
“Good.” Fu Beichen said, “Come to my room.”
Before Xia Qianqian could react, he had already started up the stairs.
Her heart, however, was pounding.
His room?
What were they going to do in his room?
Could it be…?
With her nerves on edge, Xia Qianqian followed him upstairs.
As soon as they entered the bedroom, he said, “Go take a shower.”
Xia Qianqian’s eyes widened. “Huh?”
“A-a shower?”
Were they getting right to it already?
Fu Beichen slipped his hands into his pockets, perfectly calm. “Mm. Go take a shower.”
Xia Qianqian bit her lip. “B-but I don’t have any clean clothes to change into…”
He looked her up and down and said with a perfectly straight face, “You don’t necessarily have to wear anything. You’ll be taking it off soon anyway.”
“?!”
Xia Qianqian’s face went scarlet. She didn’t even know how to respond.
“Go on,” Fu Beichen said.
Xia Qianqian took a deep breath and walked into the bathroom with the grim expression of someone heading to her doom.
Fu Beichen watched her slender, rigid back.
She didn’t even realize she was swinging the same arm and leg together as she walked.
The corner of his mouth lifted slightly. She was adorably clumsy!
Xia Qianqian took an especially long time in the shower.
Just thinking about what she was going to do with a man soon made her unbearably embarrassed.
Last night, she’d taken that drug and ended up sleeping with him by accident.
But tonight…
She was completely sober.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the frosted-glass door.
The sound interrupted Xia Qianqian’s thoughts, and her heart tightened. “W-what is it?”
The man’s unhurried voice came from outside. “You’ve been in there for an hour.”
Xia Qianqian’s cheeks flushed. Had she really been in there that long?
“I-I don’t think I’m clean yet, so I’m taking a little longer.”
“Mm. That’s enough.”
Xia Qianqian thought, Enough…
Did that mean he couldn’t wait to get started?
“I-I’ll be out in a minute.”
What was going to happen was going to happen. She had to get used to it.
Xia Qianqian gave herself a little pep talk, then turned off the water.
She dried the droplets from her body with a clean towel.
Looking down, she saw that her fair skin had turned pink from all the scrubbing.
She looked like a ripe, tempting peach, just waiting to be picked.
She had no idea what awaited her when she went out.
There was no way Xia Qianqian was going to step outside naked. How was that any different from seducing him?
Luckily, there was a clean bathrobe in the bathroom. She picked it up and slipped it on, then worked up the nerve to take the doorknob and open the door.
She didn’t dare step all the way out. Instead, she cautiously poked her head through.
The first thing she saw was Fu Beichen in a black bathrobe, sitting on the sofa with one leg crossed over the other.
Xia Qianqian blinked. Had he taken a shower too?
Where had he done that?
Surely he wasn’t wearing nothing under his bathrobe?
Fu Beichen glanced up and caught her sneaking a look.
His lips curved. Why did she look like a guilty thief?
Their eyes met, and Xia Qianqian was too embarrassed to keep hiding, so she stepped out of the bathroom.
As she came out, she clutched the fabric over her chest tightly with both hands.
The bathrobe was too big, and she was afraid it would fall off if she let go.
Besides, she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. It hung loose around her.
The bathroom wasn’t far from the sofa, and after a few steps Xia Qianqian was standing in front of him.
The man’s scorching gaze followed her everywhere, leaving her so nervous she didn’t know what to do with her hands.
“M-Mr. Fu…”
He said nothing, his deep eyes fixed intently on her. A faint, heated gleam seemed to flicker in them.
His fiery gaze settled on Xia Qianqian, making her blush and leaving her flustered.
She felt like prey being watched by a beast, about to be devoured at any moment.
Her palms grew sweaty.
W-was it time to start making a baby?
Well, if they were starting, then they were starting. It was bound to happen sooner or later.
Besides, today was the day they’d gotten their marriage certificates. It was their wedding night; there was no reason he’d let her off.
If she couldn’t avoid it, she might as well enjoy it.
And if she wanted to show her Sugar Daddy how sincere she was, she figured she should take a little initiative.
Biting her soft, tender lip, Xia Qianqian forced herself to ask, “Are w-we going to do it now?”
The moment the words left her mouth, she wanted to bite off her tongue.
How had she dared to say that?
Was that something a normal girl would say?
Fu Beichen stared at her, his Adam’s apple bobbing as his gaze grew even more heated.
Her flushed cheeks, those damp eyes, her crimson lips—every part of her looked delicious.
She was constantly tempting him to taste her.
Fu Beichen rose abruptly, took a step forward, and pinned Xia Qianqian against the cold wall.
His hard chest pressed against her, and she felt as though her own chest was about to be crushed.
Fu Beichen lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze burning. “Can you do it?”
After all, he’d had her so many times last night. Could her body handle it?
Xia Qianqian’s face burned hotter. “I-I can.”
He watched her face grow rosy and tempting, and his throat suddenly felt parched and itchy.
Last night’s intoxicating pleasure was still vivid in his mind.
He was a man of action. He didn’t want to settle for reliving it in his memory.
If he wanted her, he’d take her—passionately!
Besides, she’d been the one to ask if he wanted to do it.
That meant she wanted him too!
Since that was the case, he’d give her what she wanted!
Fu Beichen stopped holding back. He cupped the back of Xia Qianqian’s head and lowered his own without hesitation, claiming all her sweetness.
Under the force of his assault, Xia Qianqian’s body went limp and trembled.
She wanted to resist, but couldn’t.
Behind her was the cold wall; in front of her, the man’s burning, fever-hot body.
Caught between ice and fire, Xia Qianqian was put through the wringer.
Her face flushed. When he finally let her soft lips go, she collapsed against him, panting weakly.
Fu Beichen could feel how inexperienced she was. He couldn’t help pinching her chin and lifting her face toward his.
“Never kissed a man before?”
Blushing, Xia Qianqian shook her head. “I-I’ve never had a boyfriend.”
Fu Beichen smiled, inexplicably a little more pleased.
So he’d been her first kiss and her first time.
He lowered his head and kissed her slightly swollen lips, as if rewarding her.
“Good job.”
He liked how unspoiled she was.
He didn’t like fooling around, so he didn’t like women who did either.
What happened next came naturally.
He pressed Xia Qianqian against the wall and had his way with her, wildly, once.
The man was as fierce as ever, powerful and enduring.
Xia Qianqian could barely take it, but she tried her best because she didn’t want to spoil his mood.
If she pleased him, maybe he’d give her some spending money.
A person needed goals in life. Since she’d married Fu Beichen, she might as well squeeze as much money out of him as she could.
Once they divorced, she could take a big sum, bring Grandma with her, and return to the countryside to live out a carefree retirement.
Afterward, she was utterly exhausted.
The man carried her to the bed, and they rested briefly.
Xia Qianqian had no strength left. She let him hold her.
She closed her eyes, drifting toward sleep and savoring the peace of the moment.
But the peace didn’t last long before the man bit her soft earlobe.
“Can you go one more time?”
Xia Qianqian’s damp lashes fluttered sharply as she lay there, thoroughly ravaged.
Could she?
She honestly didn’t know.
But Sugar Daddy clearly could.
She couldn’t let Sugar Daddy realize how little stamina she had or how easily she tired.
Blushing, she answered shyly, “I-I can…”
Fu Beichen smiled, rolled over, and pinned her beneath him.
And so they began a second time.
This time, on the bed, it was especially wild.
The man even introduced Xia Qianqian to several new positions.
Xia Qianqian couldn’t take it and let out a soft sob.
The man lowered his head and kissed her over and over, soothing her without a word.
When they finished, they were both drenched in sweat.
The man carried Xia Qianqian into the bathroom, and they began a third time.
In the bathtub, Xia Qianqian was like a fish stranded on shore, about to suffocate for lack of water at any moment.
She clung to the man, feeling so helpless she could neither cry nor stop herself from wanting to.
Could he please stop being so strong?
Who could handle going three times in a row?
They’d agreed on ten times a month in their contract. Was he planning to use up all their monthly allowance in one night?
Finally, there was a fourth time, then a fifth…
Each time, the man asked Xia Qianqian if she could manage.
Each time, Xia Qianqian stubbornly said yes.
So, in the end, she passed out.
After Xia Qianqian fainted, Fu Beichen carried her into the bathroom again and gave her a quick wash, then changed her clothes.
They hadn’t prepared any clothes for her there yet, so for now she wore one of his shirts.
Then he carried her to bed and lay down with her in his arms.
Fu Beichen gazed at the girl sleeping in his arms. Her delicate, pretty face was flushed from being bullied, leaving her looking both sweet and beautiful.
He couldn’t resist reaching out to pinch her. “She looks so soft and delicate, but she can take quite a lot.”
He’d worried she wouldn’t be able to handle it and had thought about sparing her.
But every time he asked, she kept saying she could.
Apparently, he wasn’t the only one who couldn’t get enough of her. She couldn’t get enough of him either.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to let her go; she didn’t want to let him go. She’d even wanted to drain him completely!
Though it was clear she didn’t have the stamina for that.
Tonight, he was thoroughly satisfied—completely, gloriously satisfied.
He’d been celibate for twenty-eight years, never having much interest in women and thinking they were nothing but trouble.
Countless women had thrown themselves at him, but all he’d felt was resistance and disgust.
Even if he did eventually marry a woman, it would only be to carry on the family line.
But he’d never imagined that the woman in his arms would make him break his vow.
And her taste was truly addictive.
All night, he couldn’t get enough of her; he couldn’t stop himself.
If she hadn’t passed out because she genuinely couldn’t take any more, he probably would have kept going a few more times.
It was getting late.
Fu Beichen turned off the light, held her tightly, and closed his eyes, content.