Fu Jinglan’s shirt was half-unbuttoned.
Beneath it, his skin was pale and cool, with the faint lines of lean muscle crisscrossing.
It looked hard as stone.
Shen Lingxi couldn’t imagine how much it would hurt to be slammed against that.
Suddenly, her hands trembled, and she nearly cried out in shock.
On Fu Jinglan’s side, two long snakes were tattooed—one deep black, the other bright red.
Twined and coiled together, they looked vivid and alive.
Cold and wicked.
Seeing Shen Lingxi frozen, Fu Jinglan reached out and pinched her still-startled face, his thumb sliding over her soft, red lips.
“What’s so scary about a tattoo?”
“Unbuckle my belt. I don’t have much time.”
Finally, Shen Lingxi took a proper look at Fu Jinglan.
He wasn’t ugly at all.
On the contrary—with his striking features, strong bone structure, and slicked-back hair, his face was handsomely aggressive.
Extremely cold and pale, like a heavy snowfall.
It reminded her of the deep winter approaching in the northern state, chilling her to the core.
Even the faint scent emanating from him carried a cold edge.
Shen Lingxi’s heart pounded, feeling attacked.
Not daring to look further, she reached for the metal buckle of Fu Jinglan’s belt.
It must be pink-themed, clean and fragrant.
Click.
Yet, what Shen Lingxi should have worried about was how outrageously endowed Fu Jinglan was.
Did he grow up eating growth hormones or something?
Before she could react, Fu Jinglan grew impatient. Leaning forward, he gathered Shen Lingxi’s long hair in his hand, slowly winding it around his palm.
With a gentle tug, he said, “I told you, I don’t have much time.”
“If you keep dawdling, I’ll have to punish you, hmm?”
His tone sounded like he was conducting an obedience test.
With her hair held tight, Shen Lingxi’s face was tilted slightly upward.
This… big task—she probably couldn’t handle it.
“Governor, I’m feeling a bit carsick today. Maybe next time?”
Fu Jinglan remained cold and unfeeling.
“Shen Lingxi, you’d better make yourself useful. Your uncle treats you like a child, but I can’t. I don’t have time to babysit for others.”
Treat her like a child? More like a plaything.
That bastard Shen was the worst.
But now there was someone even worse—Fu Jinglan.
Shen Lingxi was still seething inside, her eyes glistening red and oddly adorable, like a little white rabbit.
“You’re a big bad wolf. I hate you~”
“Our whole family even voted for you in the governor’s election!”
Even Shen Lingxi’s vote had been cast by her parents on her behalf.
If she’d known it would come to this, she wouldn’t have voted—she’d have just reincarnated instead.
Fu Jinglan released Shen Lingxi’s hair and leaned back against the chair.
His facial features were so finely sculpted he looked like a CGI creation.
“A big bad wolf, hmm? Then let the big bad wolf tell the little white rabbit a story.”
“There’s a room on the second floor, with a cabinet full of rulers…”
Fu Jinglan listed a few items, then added pointedly, “Of course, there’s also a first-aid kit—the most important thing.”
“Shall I take the little white rabbit to see it now, to get familiar with her new home, hmm?”
Absolutely not!
Shen Lingxi’s eyes widened in panic as she forced a sweet smile. “You’re too kind, Governor. Voting for you was the least our Shen family could do.”
Then, she launched into a stream of flattery.
“Besides, wolves are the most loyal. Once they choose a mate, it’s for life—no switching, no betrayal.”
Fu Jinglan remained unmoved by this childish praise.
“If the little white rabbit doesn’t start soon, she’ll be dragged to the second floor.”
Fine then, sorry, old self.
Shen Lingxi bent down and closed her eyes.
Her long hair cascaded like waves, flowing from her back to her chest, one wave after another.
On the arm of the sofa, Fu Jinglan’s hand suddenly tightened.
Did Shen Lingxi even know what she was doing? Jumping straight into the deep end.
Fu Jinglan couldn’t help but take a sharp breath, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he gradually closed his eyes.
Immediately after, a muffled gasp of pain escaped him—”Mmm~”
“Shen… Ling… Xi!”
The corners of Fu Jinglan’s eyes were tinged with lingering redness, but his movements were swift. In mere seconds, he had Shen Lingxi’s wrists pinned behind her back with one hand, locking her in a rear cross hold.
His palm felt like shackles—so scorching and powerful.
“A little white rabbit making mistakes so soon? Tell me yourself, how should I punish you?”
Shen Lingxi was half-kneeling, half-crouching.
Her arms were locked behind her by Fu Jinglan, her delicate, arched body pressed against his thigh.
Tears came just as quickly, falling drop by drop onto the man’s suit pants.
“Governor, I don’t want to be punished.”
She was someone who feared pain intensely, naturally terrified of that room on the second floor.
“How about—” Shen Lingxi hastily devised a plan, “How about I make you a hamburger?”
Fu Jinglan was in too much pain to be in the mood.
His dark eyes looked down at those tear-filled eyes.
“Shen Lingxi, you need to understand—I never wanted you.”
“It was your uncle who knelt outside the manor for a day and a night, refusing to leave even with a rifle pressed to his head, shamelessly begging me to take you.”
Shen Lingxi’s heart ached.
Her uncle, the second son of the Shen family.
With his dragon-whisker wolf-tail hairstyle and gold-rimmed glasses, he was wealthy, handsome, and skilled—arrogant and noble to the extreme.
Countless adorable Xiao Dangao chased after him, calling him “daddy.”
Shen Lanting would simply wag his finger at the girls.
With a wicked smile, he’d say, “Sorry, baby, I already have a little puppy at home.”
But now, it seemed as if her uncle had been bitten by a mad dog or eaten something from one, to the point of kneeling and selling off his own niece.
She had thought her uncle treasured her like a precious gem, but it turned out she was just a disposable credit line.
Yet Shen Lingxi hadn’t forgotten that her top priority was to placate Fu Jinglan, this living “daddy.”
She let him keep her arms bound, only raising her face to gaze into his eyes.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
Catering to his preferences, she called out sweetly:
“D—^^y.”
Fu Jinglan didn’t agree, but he didn’t refuse either.
Encouraged, Shen Lingxi slowly rose to her feet, eventually settling directly onto Fu Jinglan’s lap.
“The little white rabbit didn’t mean it, please forgive me, d—^^y~”
Immediately after, her fragrant, pink lips pursued, clung to, and kissed Fu Jinglan.
The little white rabbit’s kiss was sweet and fragrant, yet carried an ulterior motive.
As soon as she adjusted to the temperature of the big bad wolf’s lips, she closed her eyes and clumsily offered her tongue.
She murmured sweetly and coquettishly, “D—^^y, open your mouth~”
Fu Jinglan neither cooperated nor resisted.
He maintained his superior stance, looking down at Shen Lingxi with half-lidded eyes.
Watching how earnestly and diligently she kissed him while tightly bound and restrained by him.
Such an obedient little rabbit.
Shen Lingxi wasn’t fully focused—midway through, she secretly opened her eyes.
And found herself meeting those cold, half-open eyes that seemed both desiring and indifferent.
Startled, she quickly shut her eyes again.
But she distinctly felt Fu Jinglan smile, because the corners of his lips curled upward.
Yet Fu Jinglan’s experience grew increasingly unpleasant.
The more they kissed, the more * it became; the more * it became, the more it hurt.
Fu Jinglan finally turned his face away, released Shen Lingxi’s wrists, and instead grasped her chin, his thumb brushing over her lips—drenched and plump like cherries.
“Starting today, you’ll eat ten lollipops every day.”
“If this little white rabbit bites again, I’ll blow that troublesome mouth to pieces with a bullet.”
“Understood, hmm?”
Ten lollipops every day—Shen Lingxi had no desire for that.
Pressed against Fu Jinglan, she boldly wrapped her arms around his neck, then moved her hands to cup his cheeks, giving them a gentle squeeze.
She protested softly,
“Governor, how about five a day? I’m afraid of getting cavities, they really hurt.”
Cavities don’t develop overnight—how long does Shen Lingxi plan to train for?
Fu Jinglan lifted Shen Lingxi off his lap.
“Don’t worry, your mouth will be worn out long before any cavities appear.”
Then, a contract was casually tossed by Fu Jinglan onto the coffee table.
“Shen Lanting has sent you to Deer Manor for a year. I’ll provide for all your needs.”
“If the little bunny behaves, this year will be very comfortable for you.”
After kissing Fu Jinglan, Shen Lingxi felt as if she were severely lightheaded, collapsing weakly by the sofa.
She flipped through the contract page by page.
Well done, Shen Lanting—you even got Fu Jinglan a yearly subscription.
Fu Jinglan took out a cigar, snipped off the cap, lit a wooden stick, and carefully toasted the foot of the cigar.
The scent of wood filled the air as smoke drifted out.
Wisp by wisp, it floated toward his face.
Shen Lingxi had already reached the last page of the contract.
Just as she was about to read the terms of the breach penalty, Fu Jinglan, as if afraid she might see something, snatched the contract back.
Breathing in the smoke, Shen Lingxi suddenly felt a wave of headache and dizziness.
She looked up at Fu Jinglan. “Could I ask you… not to smoke?”
Fu Jinglan, looking down from above, smiled.
Wicked and sinister.
“Forgot I’m still hurting? If I don’t smoke, should I take it out on you?”