The little girl’s toes were truly soft.
Fair and tender, like cotton candy.
Through a thin layer of transparent stockings, they rubbed against his ankle, sending an indescribable tingling sensation that snaked its way up the man’s body in an instant.
Fu Shi’s expression stiffened slightly. As he set down his knife and fork, his eyes burned as he looked at the woman causing trouble, his voice low and restrained: “Stop moving.”
“Eat properly.”
Nan Yin ignored his dark gaze, biting into a plump piece of fish and savoring it slowly: “Thank you, brother, for your concern. I’m eating just fine!”
“Brother, why aren’t you eating anymore?”
Hah, asking the obvious?
Fu Shi stared at her intently, but she was simply too beautiful—beauty was a woman’s weapon.
With just a slight pout and a blink of her eyes,
he couldn’t bring himself to stay angry with her.
“What do you think?” The man suppressed the helpless irritation she had stirred in his chest, his voice low as he said, “Put it down.”
Nan Yin refused, insisting on gently massaging his ankle with her toes.
Again and again.
With a steady rhythm.
It made the man’s gaze as thick and murky as the night outside the window, like a layer of dark fabric had been draped over it.
“If you keep moving, I won’t be polite,” the man threatened deliberately.
Nan Yin smiled, unmoved.
But the next second, the fish in her mouth felt a bit prickly—oh no, a fishbone was stuck.
Damn.
It was lodged in the soft flesh of her palate, stinging and painful.
Nan Yin immediately coughed, withdrew her foot, covered her mouth, and looked at Fu Shi with a pleading expression: “Fu Shi, cough… it hurts.”
Hurts?
How could it hurt?
Fu Shi had just begun to relax, but seeing the little woman’s flushed face and her hand covering her mouth, he couldn’t stay calm. Frowning deeply, he stood up and walked over, asking, “What happened?”
Nan Yin lifted her palm-sized face, pointing to her mouth: “A small fishbone is stuck up there, it hurts so much. Help me pull it out.”
Fu Shi looked down. Her crimson lips were slightly parted, like delicate red roses, tender and captivating.
Inside were her pink, tender tongue and the soft flesh of her palate.
“You’re not lying to me, are you?” he asked.
“I’d be a puppy if I lied, it hurts so much, brother.” Nan Yin tugged at his fingers. The man lowered his dark lashes, his voice rough as he said, “Wait a moment.”
He grabbed an unopened wet wipe from the table.
Opened the packet.
Took out the wet wipe and wiped his fingers clean first. Only then did he pinch her chin and, under the glow of the crystal chandelier above, remove the fishbone from her mouth.
Fortunately, the little temptress wasn’t lying.
There was indeed a thin, silvery-white fishbone stuck in the soft flesh of her palate.
Fu Shi pinched the fishbone and pulled it out from her crimson, moist mouth. As soon as he placed it on the table, Nan Yin glanced at his beautiful, slender fingers.
Her heart stirred.
A faint ripple began to spread in her chest again.
She opened her mouth and said, “It seems like there’s still more.”
“Can you help me look for it?”
Nan Yin tilted her face up, opening her mouth for him to search for the fishbone.
Fu Shi had never been baited by a woman before—how could he be a match for a little temptress like Nan Yin? With just a single coquettish “brother, it hurts” from her,
he abandoned his earlier cold, “refusing” demeanor.
And began bending down to remove the fishbone for her.
But as soon as his fingers entered her crimson lips, the little girl immediately closed her mouth, her tender tongue wrapping around his distinct, knuckled fingers that wore a ring on his neck.
And began to recklessly—enjoy herself.
Fu Shi hadn’t expected her to be so bold, daring to tease him suddenly in this high-end luxury restaurant. Just moments ago, she had promised to behave and eat properly? What a wicked little liar.
Yet, his fingers tingled from her teasing.
Fu Shi’s ears flushed uncontrollably, his handsome face tensed like stone under the light, completely stunned—or rather, utterly immersed.
He couldn’t pull his fingers back at all.
He even forgot they were in a public place, letting the little woman nibble on his fingers.
This bizarre and intensely intimate scene was witnessed by a young socialite sitting not far from them—none other than one of the wealthy scions from Fu Shi’s circle.
Sheng Shihao, the eldest grandson of Xinhang Industries.
The man had originally brought a newly-dating college girl out for dinner, planning to head to a hotel afterward.
But what did he see here?
Holy shit, this was practically an R-rated scene! Was this really their Fu Ge—the one their circle praised as a gentleman who never casually pursued women, only seeking well-matched socialites arranged by his grandmother?
This was absolutely mind-blowing!
He even wondered if the mushroom soup he’d ordered today was toxic, making his brain sparkle with such a dazzlingly erotic vision? It was just too damn unbelievable.
Unbelievable to the extreme.
Fu Shi, the famously unapproachable iceberg of their circle when it came to women, was actually having his fingers nibbled by a beautiful woman in public?
This was earth-shattering news, bigger than the planet exploding.
He had to capture it immediately!
Sheng Shihao was beyond excited, immediately pulling out his phone and snapping away at Fu Shi’s direction, clicking frantically. In his enthusiasm, he forgot about the college beauty beside him.
The college girl also noticed Nan Yin’s side.
She caught sight of Fu Shi but only saw Nan Yin’s stunningly beautiful face.
Instantly jealous and angry, she tugged at Sheng Shihao and began crying pitifully: “What are you doing, brother? Why are you taking pictures of someone else’s girlfriend?”
“Didn’t you say I was the prettiest? Why are you photographing her?”
“I’m ignoring you.”
“We’re breaking up.” The young girl, fresh out of campus, didn’t know how to handle men and only focused on her own temper, grabbing her bag to leave. Sheng Shihao quickly seized her small hand and said urgently, “Hey, I’m handling serious business here. Don’t cause trouble—just sit down first.”
The girl was furious, crying even harder as she punched him: “Then tell me, why are you taking pictures of that beauty?”
“Oh, my dear, I’m not photographing her!”
“I’m photographing my Fu Ge. Just settle down, alright?”
“This is the first time I’ve ever captured such a scandalous scene of my iceberg Fu Ge. I absolutely have to get enough shots.” Sheng Shihao snapped photos while trying to soothe her.
The girl realized he wasn’t photographing the stunning beauty, and her anger instantly dissipated by half.
She quickly sat back down obediently, ceasing her fuss: “Brother, I’m sorry. I misunderstood you.”
Sheng Shihao patted the girl’s bottom, saying greasily, “As long as you know you were wrong. Serve me well in bed later, and I’ll buy you a Chanel, okay?”
Hearing he’d buy her Chanel, the girl blushed intensely, unable to contain her excitement. She leaned against him eagerly and asked, “Who is that iceberg Fu Ge you mentioned?”
Sheng Shihao admired the photos while urgently sending them to their wealthy socialite group—the ‘Suzhou Ultra VIP Elite Group.’
“Sweetie, let me tell you, my family is purely business-oriented, but my brother Fu here comes from a military-business background, you get it?”
The young girl was stunned. A military-business family?
That’s so badass!
“That impressive?”
Sheng Shihao looked smug: “Of course, that’s why he’s the leader of our group.”
“But he’s very picky, never had a girlfriend, always kept himself clean, never lets any woman get close to him. That’s why I was shocked he actually invited a beauty out today, and it’s so steamy, tsk tsk—”
After saying this, Sheng Shihao quickly sent these photos to the group chat. The previously quiet group instantly erupted with the sound of him sending photos one after another.
Once the photos were sent.
The entire group exploded.
[Young Master A: Holy shit, is this Brother Fu? Sheng, you didn’t get it wrong?]
[Young Master B: Oh my god, this is Brother Fu! He actually has a woman now? Who is this woman? She’s so beautiful?]
[Does anyone know her?]
[Young Master A: No idea, who is this girl?]
Just then, Fu Shi’s good buddy, the wealthy young master Mò Shíyùn, came online. He was the eldest grandson of Suzhou’s oldest and most established wealthy family. It was said that some of Suzhou’s classical gardens belonged to his family.
Of course, the Mo family’s centuries of accumulated wealth had lasted until now.
Truly, like those old-money families in Europe, their wealth was jaw-dropping.
The Mo and Fu families had always been close friends for generations. The two had been going to and from school together since elementary school and loved hanging out in their free time. They were so close that people almost misunderstood them as being in a relationship.
But in reality, both were completely straight.
Only interested in the opposite sex, with only brotherly feelings for the same sex.
Mò Shíyùn, this single dog, stared wide-eyed at these suggestive photos. Wasn’t this Nan Yin, that pretty little rebel girl from high school?
Holy shit, Brother Fu’s got game, he actually won over that little rebel beauty?
But why is this little rebel back in Suzhou?
He remembered she was doing really well in the capital? Became a famous designer?
Mò Shíyùn couldn’t figure it out, a teasing grin spreading across his lips as he started joking with Fu Shi: [Damn, dude, Brother Fu’s secretly dating behind my back?]
[We agreed to stay single until thirty before getting married! Fine, fine, sneaking around behind my back, huh?]
[You untrustworthy, dog man o(╥﹏╥)o!]
Over on Fu Shi’s side, with the little woman biting his finger, his mind went blank from the tingling sensation. When he realized what he was doing, his face tensed up again as he quickly pulled his hand back, grabbed a tissue to wipe the saliva off his finger, and said, “I can see you really love to play.”
“You eat first, I have something to attend to, I’ll leave first.”