Fu Jinglan’s shirt was half unbuttoned.
Beneath it was cool, pale skin, crisscrossed with the contours of lean muscle.
He looked rock-hard.
Shen Lingxi couldn’t imagine how painful it would be to collide with that body.
Suddenly, her hands trembled, and she nearly cried out.
Two long snakes were tattooed along Fu Jinglan’s side—one deep black, the other vivid red.
They curved and coiled around each other, so lifelike they seemed to move.
Cold and sinister.
Seeing Shen Lingxi freeze, Fu Jinglan raised a hand and pinched her face, which was still full of shock. His thumb slid over her soft, rosy lips.
“What’s there to be afraid of in a tattoo?”
“Undo my belt. I’m very short on time.”
At last, Shen Lingxi took a serious look at Fu Jinglan.
He wasn’t ugly at all.
On the contrary, with his striking features, sharply defined bone structure, and slicked-back hair, he had a handsome face that was almost aggressive.
His expression was extremely cold, his complexion extremely pale, thick with the color of snow.
He was like the deep winter that was about to arrive in Northern State, making the cold seep into one’s heart.
Even the faint fragrance wafting from his body carried a chill.
Shen Lingxi’s heart pounded. She had been attacked by his looks.
So she didn’t dare look for long and placed her hand on Fu Jinglan’s metal belt buckle.
He had to be all pink vibes, clean, and sweet-smelling.
Click~
However, what Shen Lingxi should have been worrying about was how outrageously built Fu Jinglan was.
Had he grown up eating enlargement agents?
Before she could react, Fu Jinglan had already grown impatient. He leaned over, seized Shen Lingxi’s long hair, and slowly wound several strands around his palm.
He gave it a gentle tug. “I said, I’m very short on time.”
“If you keep dawdling, I’m going to punish you, hmm?”
That tone sounded like he was conducting a submission test.
With her hair held in his grasp, Shen Lingxi’s face was forced slightly upward.
She was afraid she couldn’t handle this kind of big job.
“Governor, I’m a little carsick today. How about next time?”
Fu Jinglan remained cold and merciless.
“Shen Lingxi, you’d better make yourself somewhat valuable. Your Little Uncle treats you like a child, but I can’t do that. I don’t have time to help other people raise their children.”
What did he mean, treat her like a child? Treat her like a performer, more like it.
Shen the Dog was the worst.
But now there was someone even worse: Fu Jinglan.
Shen Lingxi had been holding in her anger the entire time. Her eyes were wet and red, making her look rather adorable, like a Little Bunny.
“You’re a Big Bad Wolf. I hate you~”
“After all the trouble we went to during the governor’s election, my whole family voted for you!”
Even Shen Lingxi’s vote had been cast by her parents on her behalf.
If she had known this would happen, why would she have voted? She might as well have voted to be reborn directly.
Fu Jinglan released Shen Lingxi’s hair and leaned back against the chair.
His facial lines were so exquisite that he looked like some kind of modeling monster.
“A Big Bad Wolf? Then the Big Bad Wolf will tell Little Bunny a story.”
“There’s a room on the second floor. The cabinet is filled with rulers…”
Fu Jinglan listed several things, then added for emphasis, “Of course, it also has the most important first-aid kit.”
“Now I’ll take Little Bunny upstairs to have a look and get familiar with her new home, hmm?”
There was absolutely no need!
Shen Lingxi’s eyes filled with panic. She forced out a sweet smile. “Governor, you’re too kind. Voting for you was simply what the Shen family ought to have done.”
Then she launched into another bout of flattery.
“Besides, wolves are the most devoted. Once they choose a mate, it’s for life. They don’t change partners, and they never betray them.”
Fu Jinglan remained unmoved by this childish flattery.
“If Little Bunny doesn’t start right now, she’ll be carried up to the second floor.”
Fine, then. Sorry, old self.
Shen Lingxi bent over and closed her eyes.
Her long hair flowed like waves, sliding from her back to her chest, one wave following another.
On the armrest of the sofa, Fu Jinglan’s hand abruptly tightened.
Could Shen Lingxi actually do it? She was going straight in with full force.
Fu Jinglan couldn’t help inhaling sharply. His Adam’s apple bobbed as his eyes gradually closed.
Immediately afterward, a muffled, pained gasp escaped him.
“Shen—Ling—xi!”
The corners of Fu Jinglan’s eyes were tinged red. With swift movements, he seized both of Shen Lingxi’s wrists with one hand within seconds and put her in a cross armlock from behind.
His palm was like a shackle, burning hot and powerful.
“Little Bunny made a mistake so quickly. Tell me yourself—how should I punish you?”
Shen Lingxi was half kneeling, half crouching.
Her arms were locked behind her by Fu Jinglan, and her delicate, rounded body was pressed against his thigh.
Her tears came just as quickly, dropping one by one onto the man’s suit trousers.
“Governor, I don’t want to be punished.”
She was especially afraid of pain, so naturally she was terrified of that room on the second floor.
“How about—” Shen Lingxi hastily came up with an idea. “How about I make a hamburger?”
Fu Jinglan was in too much pain to have the patience for that.
His ink-dark eyes looked down at the pair of tear-filled eyes.
“Shen Lingxi, you need to understand that I didn’t want you.”
“It was your Little Uncle who knelt outside the manor for an entire day and night. Even when a long spear was held to his head, he refused to leave. He shamelessly begged me to take you.”
Shen Lingxi’s heart hurt terribly.
Her Little Uncle, the Second Young Master of the Shen family.
With his dragon-whisker-and-wolf-tail hairstyle and gold-wire glasses, he was rich, handsome, and capable, so proud and noble that it was ridiculous.
How many adorable little cupcakes had chased after him, calling him Daddy?
Shen Lanting would simply wag a finger at the girls.
With a wicked smile, he would say, “Sorry, baby. I already have a little dog at home.”
And yet now, her Little Uncle seemed to have been bitten by a rabid dog—or perhaps eaten some rabid-dog shit. He had actually knelt before someone and sold off his niece.
She had thought her Little Uncle treasured her like a darling, but it turned out she was merely a Huabei installment plan.
Still, Shen Lingxi hadn’t forgotten that her most urgent task was to coax Fu Jinglan, this living father, into a better mood.
She let him keep her arms bound and merely lifted her face to look into his eyes.
One second. Two seconds. Three seconds.
She catered to his preferences and called out sweetly:
“D—^^y.”
Fu Jinglan did not agree, but he didn’t object either.
Taking courage, Shen Lingxi slowly rose to her feet. In the end, she simply sat down on Fu Jinglan’s thigh.
“Little Bunny didn’t do it on purpose. Please forgive me, d—^^y~”
Immediately afterward, her fragrant, rosy lips chased after his, clung to him, and kissed Fu Jinglan.
Little Bunny’s kiss was sweet and fragrant, but it was clearly purposeful.
As soon as she adjusted to the temperature of the Big Bad Wolf’s lips, she closed her eyes and awkwardly extended her tongue.
She even said in a sweet, syrupy voice, “D—^^y, open your mouth.”
Fu Jinglan neither cooperated nor refused.
He maintained the bearing of a superior, lowering his eyes to glance at Shen Lingxi.
He watched as she remained tightly bound and restrained by him, earnestly and diligently kissing him.
What a well-behaved little rabbit.
Shen Lingxi wasn’t completely focused. In the middle of it, she secretly opened her eyes for a moment.
Only to meet those half-open, half-closed, cold eyes, which seemed both desirous and not desirous.
She was startled and hurriedly closed her eyes again.
Yet she could clearly feel that Fu Jinglan had smiled, because his lips had curved upward.
But Fu Jinglan’s experience was getting worse and worse.
The more he kissed, the more [censored]; the more [censored], the more it hurt.
At last, Fu Jinglan turned his face away. He released Shen Lingxi’s wrists and instead gripped her chin, his thumb grinding over her juicy lips, plump as cherries.
“From today onward, eat ten lollipops every day.”
“If Little Bunny bites people again, I’ll shoot that troublemaking mouth of hers to pieces.”
“Understood, hmm?”
Ten lollipops every day? Shen Lingxi absolutely wasn’t willing.
With her body pressed against Fu Jinglan’s, she boldly hooked her arms around his neck. Then she moved both hands to his cheeks and rubbed them.
She protested in a small voice,
“Governor, would five a day be all right? I’m afraid I’ll get cavities. Cavities hurt terribly.”
Cavities didn’t grow in a day or two. How long was Shen Lingxi planning to keep practicing?
Fu Jinglan lifted Shen Lingxi off his lap.
“Don’t worry. Before your cavities grow in, that mouth of yours will already have been shot to pieces.”
Afterward, Fu Jinglan casually flung a contract onto the coffee table.
“Shen Lanting sent you to Lu Manor for one year. I’ll provide your food, clothing, and daily necessities.”
“If Little Bunny behaves, she’ll naturally live very comfortably this year.”
After kissing Fu Jinglan, Shen Lingxi seemed to be suffering from severe carbon monoxide poisoning. Her delicate body went weak, and she collapsed beside the sofa.
She flipped through the contract page by page.
Very good, Shen Lanting. He had even signed her up for a full-year package with Fu Jinglan.
Fu Jinglan took out a cigar, cut off the cap, then lit a wooden stick and carefully toasted the foot of the cigar.
A woody fragrance spread as the smoke drifted apart.
Wisps of it floated toward his face.
Shen Lingxi had already reached the final page of the contract.
She was just about to read the compensation for breach of contract when Fu Jinglan abruptly took the contract back, as though he were afraid she might see something.
Smelling the smoke, Shen Lingxi suddenly felt a wave of dizziness and a headache.
She looked up at Fu Jinglan. “Can I ask you… not to smoke?”
Fu Jinglan looked down from his lofty position and smiled.
Wicked and sinister.
“Did you forget that I’m still in pain? If I don’t smoke, should I smoke you instead?”