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Oh My, the Cold Sugar Daddy Is Addicted to Possessive Pampering

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Chapter 6

Oh My, the Cold Sugar Daddy Is Addicted to Possessive Pampering

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6 – You’re being so good, Big Brother has to give you a reward

“Not at all.” Qiao Yun paused, her tone light. “The client was originally inclined to promote Alison, but you got lucky—turned misfortune into a blessing. Those pearl earrings you wore last night sold like crazy! Fuli thinks you’ve got solid sales-driving power, so they’ve decided to give the partnership to you.”

She followed up by sending two screenshots—the order data from Fuli’s official website from last night.Full novel: Oh My, the Cold Sugar Daddy Is Addicted to Possessive Pampering — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠

The pearl earrings’ monthly sales had skyrocketed from a few hundred to ten thousand!

And that was just the limit of Fuli’s inventory, not the ceiling of fan purchasing power.

So Fuli had already opened pre-orders, and the results were looking pretty good too.

Qin Zhiluo let out a cheer: “Really?!”

Qiao Yun said with feigned exasperation: “Yeah, fake. So today you just lie around at home like a corpse—don’t you dare dress up too nicely and come to the office. I don’t have time to take you to Fuli to sign the contract.”

Knowing she was being sarcastic, Qin Zhiluo giggled and blew her two flying kisses.

“Sister Qiao, you’re the best, I love you~ mwah mwah~”

After finishing up with Qiao Yun, she grabbed her phone and opened it to see a message from Zhuang Hezhi sent in the early hours.

The slight gloom she’d been feeling instantly dissipated like smoke.

Zhuang Hezhi: “No signal in the mountains—didn’t mean to hang up on you.”

A few minutes later, a second message.

“If you see me as an opportunity, then for as long as our relationship lasts, you’re free to exercise your rights to your heart’s content.”

To your heart’s content??

What kind of content, exactly?

Anything she wanted?

Qin Zhiluo’s face flushed pink, and then she excitedly hugged her phone and rolled around on the bed.

He was explaining himself to her!

Giving her a promise!

Someone in his position, so high up—usually it was others who fawned over him.

When did he ever need to lower himself to promise anyone anything?

But he’d said it anyway.

She imagined Zhuang Hezhi, with that ascetic, cool face, uttering those words in his low, seductive voice.

The extreme contrast wasn’t jarring at all—instead, it sparked a desire to tease him mercilessly.

To make those deep, passionate eyes sink low and burn red.

Qin Zhiluo curled herself into the blankets, biting her red lips, kicking her legs excitedly under the covers.

Beside her, Lin Yue was genuinely concerned about her mental state.

“Girl, let’s calm down.”

“It’s just one Fuli business deal—no need to work yourself into a frenzy, okay?”

“I believe with your talent, there’ll be more and better opportunities ahead. This is only the beginning.”

Qin Zhiluo didn’t hear a word, squealing to herself at full volume.

How could she possibly calm down right now?

Her whole being was floating on air, the corners of her mouth practically flying up to the sky.

That man, Zhuang Hezhi—he really knew what he was doing!

Hitting the bullseye right on her heart.

That afternoon, they met to discuss the contract details.

Qin Zhiluo kept staring at Zhuang Hezhi across from her, not blinking once.

His perfectly proportioned facial structure, deep and sculpted features, fine strands of hair falling over his brilliant, starry eyes—below that, a smooth jawline, and in the middle of his long neck, a prominent, sexy Adam’s apple…

As he swallowed, it bobbed up and down!

Today he wore a dark blue-gray suit over a black shirt, with a sapphire-blue tie—the impeccable tailoring hugging his well-defined muscles.

The subtle lines of his physique, faintly visible, radiated an irresistible allure of pheromones.

People like them who sat in offices all day, exercising too little and constantly going out for business dinners with drinking—it was easy for their figures to go downhill.

But Zhuang Hezhi was different. He’d clearly been working out.

Underneath the bespoke suit lay his strong, powerful muscles, subtly revealing a solid strength that didn’t come across as overly imposing. Refined and restrained, he embodied both power and elegance.

With each rise and fall of his breath, one could even sense the surging heartbeat beneath the black shirt.

Every part of him was perfect, just right.

It was as if he were a precision-crafted robot, a masterpiece rivaling God’s finest creation—flawless without a single crack.

She wanted to mar that perfection, to leave behind some lingering, unconventional trace…

So that everyone could see that even the disciplined, aloof CEO had his scandalous side.

“Miss Qin, regarding the proposal above, if you have any opinions or questions, feel free to speak up directly.”

Li En, the person in charge of Fuli, raised his voice. Qin Zhiluo snapped back to reality at the sound.

Uh…

What did he just say?

She hadn’t heard a word.

Too busy thinking about a certain someone.

Qin Zhiluo’s face showed a hint of embarrassment as her gaze inadvertently met Zhuang Hezhi’s knowing, half-smiling eyes. Her breath caught instantly.

She had no idea what he might have guessed, or whether he was just amused by how foolish she looked in her infatuated daze.

Qin Zhiluo felt inexplicably guilty and tugged at Qiao Yun’s sleeve under the table.

Her eyes signaled desperately.

Sis~ Sis~ Save me.

Qiao Yun shot her a silent glare.

Then she lifted her gaze from the stack of clearly itemized contracts and said with a light smile, “Becoming the brand ambassador for Fuli’s next season’s new products and cooperating with Fuli for promotional sales—that’s no problem. The contract can be signed.”

Hearing this, Qin Zhiluo finally felt at ease and signed her name in full.

As they walked out after signing the contract, Qiao Yun reached over and gave Qin Zhiluo’s waist a pinch—not too hard, not too soft.

“You go blank the moment you see a handsome man, and you can’t even hear when someone’s talking to you. Watch out—you might get sold off without even knowing it!”

She hit the nail on the head, clearly having noticed someone’s distracted behavior in the meeting room just now.

Qin Zhiluo humbly accepted the criticism, but had no intention of changing her ways.

Instead, she shamelessly blinked at her and asked, “Just tell me—is he handsome or not? Is he stunning? Isn’t he the kind of gorgeous that drives people crazy?”

“Wait, wait, wait! You’re serious?” Qiao Yun was taken aback, stopping in her tracks to size her up.

The young woman looked kind and harmless, always amiable—even when Alison stole her boyfriend, she hadn’t made a scene.

But Qiao Yun knew she actually had a mind of her own.

When she wanted something, she was determined to have it.

Even if she hadn’t made a move yet, she was scheming behind the scenes.

She’d initially thought Qin Zhiluo was just coveting Zhuang Hezhi’s looks, but on closer reflection, the way she looked at him was far from innocent.

It was clearly desire at work—she wanted to claim him for herself!

Qiao Yun immediately lowered her voice in warning: “That man is someone who can overshadow the world with a single hand, making millions in minutes. When would he ever have the time or energy for romance with a young girl?”

“People in wealthy families are all about profit above all else. They’ve long since cut off love and desire, treating themselves as nothing but work machines. Matters of the heart are just a burden to them. Don’t you dare foolishly fall for someone like that.”

In their circle, handsome men and beautiful women were a dime a dozen, and plenty of people wanted to marry into wealth and rise to the top overnight.

But in the end, how many of them didn’t end up shattered into pieces?

Everyone thought they were different, that they’d be the exception.

But when it happened to you, it was the only possibility.

That kind of blow was too devastating.

Qin Zhiluo muttered under her breath, “They haven’t cut off love and desire—they’re just better at hiding it…”

At least in his romantic life, he hadn’t shortchanged himself.

Take Alison, for example—though few knew about it, she was well aware that the two of them were anything but ordinary.

Qiao Yun raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

Qin Zhiluo quickly waved her hands. “Haha, nothing, nothing. I was just saying I need to go find a restroom. You go on ahead—I’ll head home directly later.”

After seeing Qiao Yun off, Qin Zhiluo quietly slipped back into Fuli Tower.

Coming out of the restroom, she was about to sneak off to find someone when her wrist was suddenly seized, and her entire body was pulled into the emergency stairwell beside her.

The familiar scent of the man’s pheromones filled the air around her.

A low, deep voice sounded from above her head.

“Why didn’t you leave? Lost your way?”

He paused, then deliberately dragged out his tone. “Or… did you want to see me?”

Qin Zhiluo let out a charming laugh. “Wow, you’re so smart. Can’t hide anything from you.”

Zhuang Hezhi: “Mainly because someone kept staring at me just now. I couldn’t figure out what she meant by it.”

Hearing this, Qin Zhiluo’s long lashes trembled as she tilted her head up to meet his gaze.

“It means exactly what you think it means.”

Zhuang Hezhi narrowed his eyes, looking thoughtful.

When Qin Zhiluo didn’t get a follow-up, she probed tentatively: “You came all the way to corner me—just to ask that?”

“Yes and no.” After answering, Zhuang Hezhi suddenly moved closer, his leather shoes pressing between her high heels, forcefully parting them.

The intimate posture in the cramped space quickly ignited an atmosphere thick with ambiguity.

As he leaned down, his heavy breaths sprayed against her crimson lips.

The kiss was urgent and fierce.

This kind of behavior made it obvious—he wanted to do something more.

Zhuang Hezhi wasn’t a man of leisure; a contract worth just over a million wouldn’t require his personal involvement.

If he’d come personally, there had to be a reason that drew him here.

Qin Zhiluo smiled softly, her hand resting on his tie as she casually loosened it a bit.

His slightly protruding Adam’s apple bobbed up and down before her eyes.

A tantalizing surge of desire exploded in the air.

Qin Zhiluo licked her lips, baring her sharp little fangs…

A slight tremor rippled through his body. Caught off guard, Zhuang Hezhi let out a faint breathy sound, his large hand gripping her waist and kneading it tighter.

Her hard teeth seemed to play hide-and-seek—now lightly grazing, now mischievously grinding back and forth…

Something occurred to Zhuang Hezhi, and he spoke in a hoarse voice: “Be good. Let go.”

She savored the moment, staring at her handiwork, smiling like a mischievous little fox up to no good.

“Oh dear, I’m so sorry. Did I hurt big brother?”

Zhuang Hezhi’s breathing was especially heavy. He didn’t need to look to know how obvious the mark from that bite was—it would definitely leave a print.

She’d done it on purpose.

That much was clear.

Did she really think she could walk away scot-free after getting him into this state?

Zhuang Hezhi pressed his forehead against hers, a dangerous curve forming at the corner of his lips: “It’s fine. Your apology is so sincere—how could big brother blame you?”

He let out a low, nasal “Hm?” laden with implication, dripping with menace!

Qin Zhiluo’s gaze darted away. Damn it, she’d taken the game too far.

He wasn’t thinking of doing something right here, was he?

!!!

It wasn’t out of the question.

Qin Zhiluo nervously clutched at his collar, wanting to flee but with nowhere to go.

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