“Baby, choose your favorite position, be good.”
In winter, the sea breeze from below surged into the mountain forest, carrying a biting chill.
A black E300 drove up the winding road.
In the driver’s seat, Uncle suddenly handed Shen Lingxi a tablet.
Hearing the shy, almost unbearable sounds coming from it, Shen Lingxi flipped the tablet over and saw exactly what she expected—a scene of unrestrained passion.
It wasn’t as if she hadn’t seen such things before; she’d explored content from half the globe.
But, “Shen Lanting, have you lost your mind?”
Shen Lingxi gritted her small white teeth, “I’m your little niece, your c-u-t-e, adorable little niece!”
Shen Lanting steered with one hand, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.
“Hmm, I never said you weren’t, nor did I say you weren’t cute.”
Shen Lingxi fumed.
“Shen Lanting, you can just keep your heart tucked up your ass.”
“Don’t think just because you’re handsome you can play with taboos. Even if you had two of them, I wouldn’t be interested!”
Shen Lanting glanced at Shen Lingxi through the rearview mirror.
A fair face puffed with anger, a pair of autumn-water eyes flushed red.
He suppressed all his emotions, his Adam’s apple bobbing with difficulty.
“Baby, even though I play in certain circles, I don’t play with family.”
“You need to learn this, and it’s not for use on me.”
So, who was it meant for?
Shen Lingxi turned to look out the car window.
In winter, towering trees made the mountain road appear even more desolate.
The higher they climbed toward the mountaintop, the more affluent the neighborhood became, with wealth and power escalating rapidly.
A faint, decadent, almost perverse scent lingered in the air.
Shen Lingxi grew alert, “Uncle, are you really taking me to tutor?”
“Shen Lanting, stop the car, or I’ll get out and pry off your Mercedes emblem when we arrive!”
Shen Lanting clenched his jaw and didn’t respond, only speeding up.
Finally, the E300 stopped before the gates of Lu Manor, perched at the mountain’s peak.
“Get out, baby.”
Shen Lingxi tightened her grip on the seatbelt, refusing to budge.
“Shen Lanting, if you dare drag me out, you’re a dog.”
A dog it is, then.
Shen Lanting abandoned the car altogether, stepping out like a dog, his long arm propped against the doorframe.
He couldn’t bear to look at Shen Lingxi’s panicked eyes.
“Axi, Fu Jinglan is privately violent and perverse. You’re usually too spoiled and willful. When you’re with him, just be a little more submissive, a little more obedient.”
Fu Jinglan…
Country A was composed of two states, north and south. Fu Jinglan was the newly appointed governor of the northern state, a man of immense power and influence.
Rumored to be very young, his appearance unknown.
Shen Lingxi understood—she was about to be “targeted for poverty alleviation” by Fu Jinglan.
Without hesitation, Shen Lanting closed the car door, turned, and walked away into the cold wind.
Locked inside the car, Shen Lingxi pressed against the window, blowing snot bubbles.
“Shen Lanting, don’t leave me.”
“Shen the Second, I’ll sue you.”
“Shen the Dog, I hope you father eighty sons!”
“Crying ones, clinging ones, crawling ones, ones sprouting in bellies!!”
“And none of them your own!!”
Shen Lingxi screamed until she was nearly breathless, stars dancing before her eyes.
Shen Lanting didn’t dare look back.
He clenched his fists. I’m sorry, Axi.
Two months ago, the Shen family, which had built its fortune on arms dealing, was secretly targeted.
After the artillery fire, only the uncle and niece survived.
Countless enemies and powerful figures, having heard of Shen Lingxi’s celestial beauty—a once-in-a-millennium appearance—wanted to claim her for themselves.
Shen Lanting could no longer protect her.
Shen Lingxi wiped away her tears, her hands trembling as she picked up the tablet that had slid to the floor mat, and smashed it with one strike.
To hell with “The Sleeping Husband”!
Outside the car window, the winter wind howled.
The grand gates of Lu Manor slowly swung open on both sides, right on time.
Two men in uniform, carrying long rifles, approached and opened the car door. “Miss Shen, please step out. The Governor is waiting for you.”
Shen Lingxi was angry. She straightened her neck and got out of the car. “Then he must have a lot of free time.”
The Lu Manor was so vast it seemed boundless.
Villas, pavilions, trees that remained green even in winter, and blooming flowers.
And men carrying rifles, patrolling at regular intervals.
It took a long time before Shen Lingxi was led to a luxurious villa at the very center.
Before leaving, the guards forcibly confiscated her phone. “The Governor is currently occupied. Do not disturb him.”
Shen Lingxi pouted, her expression fierce yet childish. “Hmph!”
She turned her head in annoyance, her gaze accidentally landing on the sofa.
A man sat right in the center.
Sunlight filtered through the thin gauze curtains, softly illuminating the top of his head and shoulders.
Shen Lingxi couldn’t clearly see his face, which was silhouetted against the light, but she could sense his chilling, winter-like aura.
The man crossed his long legs, a laptop propped in front of him. He raised one arm, speaking on the phone.
He didn’t even glance at Shen Lingxi.
As if she hadn’t arrived at all.
So what? Shen Lingxi wasn’t foolish enough to stand there waiting.
She found a soft chair and sat down herself.
Her slender, pale neck remained stiffly upright, refusing to look at Fu Jinglan again.
About half an hour passed before Fu Jinglan finally put down his phone and closed his laptop.
He delivered a cold command. “Take it off and come here for inspection.”
Fu Jinglan’s voice was icy, sending a chill through Shen Lingxi’s entire body as if a gust of wind had swept over her.
She jumped up from the soft chair and stood about a meter away from Fu Jinglan.
Without looking directly at him, she spoke clearly and fluently.
“No need to check. 65D, 58, 90. Virgin.”
Hearing this, Fu Jinglan’s broad shoulders remained still, only his gaze lifting slightly.
“Told you to take off your coat. Is it that hard to understand?”
Fu Jinglan was fierce.
Not gentle, not submissive, and even his words carried a deadly sense of aggression.
Shen Lingxi reluctantly took off her coat.
But she provocatively threw it near the man.
Fu Jinglan paid no attention, his eyes lingering on the young girl.
This was the little niece whom Shen Lanting had knelt outside the manor for a day and a night, his legs nearly crippled, just to personally deliver to the manor.
Not bad.
Almost identical to the photo.
Soft, fair, and playful, with full breasts and a slender waist, she had a lively charm.
Just a bit mischievous in temperament.
And those bright eyes, moist and red.
When Fu Jinglan spoke again, his voice remained low and unemotional, sounding cold and dangerous.
“Cry less in the future. Tears are no different from stimulants.”
Shen Lingxi faintly caught a hint of something in his tone.
But she refused to admit she had been crying. “No tears. It was just the wind.”
“Shen Lingxi, right? Come closer.”
Fu Jinglan immediately reached out, gripping the girl’s arm without care, pulling her off balance.
Shen Lingxi’s leg collided with the man’s knee, hard and painful.
Before she could steady herself, Fu Jinglan had already begun searching her.
His long, warm fingers slid down from the collar of her moon-colored velvet dress, over the buttons on her chest, her slender waist, and down her long legs…
So he was checking if she had any weapons on her, but his touch was far from gentle.
When Fu Jinglan’s hand pressed a little too firmly, Shen Lingxi stiffened and let out a soft whimper.
“Mmm~” So tender it could melt bones.
Fu Jinglan’s large hand paused at the side of her leg. He looked up and asked:
“What was that?”
Shen Lingxi didn’t want to look directly at Fu Jinglan’s face.
What if he was ugly? She might not be able to resist punching him.
“That hurts. Could you please be gentler?”
Fu Jinglan lifted his eyelids and glanced at Shen Lingxi.
Tsk, so delicate.
He hadn’t even used much force.
Fu Jinglan withdrew his hand. “Take off your shoes.”
So many demands.
Shen Lingxi bent down to remove her lambskin ankle boots, leaving only a pair of snow-white socks.
Fu Jinglan no longer looked at her, leaning back against the sofa without a trace of pity or restraint.
“Unbutton it.”
Even with the sunlight filtered through sheer curtains, Shen Lingxi still couldn’t keep her eyes open.
Seriously, had humanity entered an era of sexual arrogance?
“I don’t want to… do it during the day.”
Was Fu Jinglan in such a hurry because he was afraid the drug’s effects would wear off?
But his commanding presence was too overpowering, and his words left no room for refusal.
“Whether you want to or not doesn’t matter.”
Shen Lingxi caught sight of a dark, heavy gun on the coffee table.
Reluctantly, she sat down beside Fu Jinglan and began unbuttoning the pearl buttons on her dress.
One, two…
A dazzling stretch of snow-white neck skin was revealed.
Like moonlight spilled over it, a clear, cool beauty.
But from above came Fu Jinglan’s low, amused chuckle. “Silly girl.”
“It’s not you who needs unbuttoning—it’s me.”