[My back is sore from holding this position—why hasn’t he pounced on me yet?]
Shen Zhiyi’s inner thoughts abruptly flooded his mind.
Lu Junyue glanced at her curvaceous figure on the bed and coldly curled his lips.
“Stop pretending,” he said. “I’m not interested in you. Get off my bed.”
Shen Zhiyi didn’t know how he had seen through her act.
She stopped feigning sleep and sat up, watching Lu Junyue change clothes by the bedside. His knuckled fingers were buttoning his shirt as he spoke in an icy tone.
Shen Zhiyi raised an eyebrow slightly, rose barefoot, and walked across the cold wooden floor to stand before him.
“Last night was technically our wedding night, right? To keep Grandma from worrying, we should make the act convincing.”
“What do you mean?”
Lu Junyue towered over her.
When he looked down, he could see the view of her chest and her small, pale toes against the wooden boards.
Shen Zhiyi raised her hands and pushed him to sit on the bed.
Before Lu Junyue could react, he felt a moderate weight settle on his thighs, carrying the unique scent of a young woman.
Her warm lips brushed against his ear as she whispered, “I’m going to leave my mark on you.”
Before Lu Junyue could process her words, she was already kissing his neck.
Her small mouth exerted gentle pressure, sucking the delicate skin of his throat.
He tried to push her away, but she seemed intentional—her fingers slipping between his, their palms locking together, transmitting her warmth.
In the quiet room, Lu Junyue suppressed the desire in his eyes, his captured hand suddenly tightening as his breathing grew increasingly heavy with soft pants.
Shen Zhiyi’s eyes curved with satisfaction as she admired her masterpiece on the man’s neck.
“It seems President Lu is quite enjoying this.”
To Lu Junyue, these words were undoubtedly a victor’s provocation.
He suddenly stood up, flipping their positions to pin Shen Zhiyi beneath him on the bed.
Burying his head, he bit down hard on her neck.
Then, a series of chaotic kisses spread across her throat.
Just when Shen Zhiyi thought they were going to hate-fuck each other, the man atop her abruptly stopped.
“Shen Zhiyi, I admit I’m quite satisfied with your body.”
Lu Junyue pinched her chin, his devilishly handsome face full of mockery.
“But you don’t actually think your face and body alone would make me fall for you, do you?”
“This world isn’t short of beautiful women. And I’m certainly not lacking bed partners.”
His words were sharp.
Most other women would have flown into humiliated rage or burst into tears by now.
But Shen Zhiyi’s eyes curved into smiling crescents as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her beautiful eyes clear and pure.
“What if I said I’ve fallen in love with you?”
The little liar’s eyes were captivating—perfect for deception.
Lu Junyue chuckled. “In love with me? Then I’ll consider giving you a proper burial.”
He entered the bathroom.
Only after the door closed did the system dare speak: [I can’t take this! The big villain’s murderous intent has been fluctuating above 95%! He genuinely wants to kill you every single moment!]
Shen Zhiyi calmly walked to the mirror, fingertips lightly touching the bite marks the man had left on her neck.
In her mind, she recalled that nearly imperceptible pause when Lu Junyue heard the word “love.”
The sound of shower water came from the bathroom.
Shen Zhiyi stared at her own reflection—those eyes devoid of light—and, seemingly reminded of something, parted her lips.
“He won’t kill me.” Her voice paused for a second. “Because he craves being loved.”
Those trapped in the abyss always yearn for sunlight, for redemption.
Just like she once had.
Lu Junyue took a cold shower for an hour.
Finally suppressing the desires stirred by Shen Zhiyi that morning.
When he came downstairs, he heard his grandmother’s cheerful laughter.
At the dining table, Shen Zhiyi sat beside Grandma Lu, saying something that made the old lady beam with joy.
Leaning against the staircase, Lu Junyue watched quietly, his anger dissipating completely.
It seemed like Grandma hadn’t laughed like this in a long time.
Shen Zhiyi, meanwhile, kept receiving system notifications.
[Congratulations, host baby, Lu Junyue’s Heartbeat Value +2]
[Congratulations, host baby, Lu Junyue’s Heartbeat Value +3, total = 9! Oh my, we’re about to break through the single digits! Sob, it hasn’t been easy!]
Shen Zhiyi looked up, her gaze meeting Lu Junyue’s on the staircase.
Just as she suspected.
Lu Junyue cared deeply about Grandma Lu.
As soon as Lu Junyue sat down, he felt Grandma Lu’s enthusiastic gaze fixed on him, her smile widening.
“Old mischief,” he muttered while eating his sandwich.
He knew exactly what she was secretly amused about.
Earlier in the bathroom, Lu Junyue had seen the large love bites on his neck.
Though he initially thought about covering them up, he deliberately didn’t wear a tie, wanting Grandma to see them clearly.
After all, she’d be happier than anyone knowing he’d been slept with and “defiled.”
Grandma Lu pushed a cup of hot milk toward him. “Let me talk seriously with you then.”
Lu Junyue hummed in acknowledgment, picking up the milk to drink.
Grandma Lu: “Since you two are getting along so well, why not strike while the iron is hot and give me a grandson to play with?”
Lu Junyue paused, his gaze darkening as he looked at the hot milk in his hand.
Grandma Lu seemed to read his mind. “What kind of person do you take your grandmother for? Would I drug your milk?”
Lu Junyue thought she had a point and drank the milk reassured.
But the next moment, Grandma Lu added: “I didn’t do it this time, but next time might be different.”
“Now for another serious matter.”
Grandma Lu held Shen Zhiyi’s hand. “Xiao Zhiyi is job hunting. Arrange for her to join the Lu Corporation as a vice president or general manager.”
Lu Junyue’s cold gaze fell upon Shen Zhiyi.
Wanting to enter the Lu Corporation? Quite ambitious.
“Grandma, have you forgotten? Shen Zhiyi was previously Ji Yanli’s secretary, devotedly following him for eight years.”
His tone turned sarcastic. “Letting someone like that into the company is equivalent to letting a wolf in through the front door.”
Grandma Lu frowned displeased. “I believe in Xiao Zhiyi.”
“If you won’t let Xiao Zhiyi join the company, then give me a grandson. Choose one of the two options yourself.”
The old lady turned her head away, sulking.
Inside the Rolls-Royce.
Lu Junyue and Shen Zhiyi sat in the back seat, wearing the smiles of a loving couple.
With Grandma protecting Shen Zhiyi, Lu Junyue had no choice but to allow her into the company as his personal secretary.
He parted his thin lips, laying down three rules for her.
“1. Our marriage remains confidential. We’ll keep it hidden.”
“2. Do nothing detrimental to the company.”
“3. At work, no casually teasing the boss.”
Shen Zhiyi obediently agreed. “Understood.”
Understood, but whether she’d follow them was her decision.
Little did Lu Junyue know he would soon regret setting these three rules.
Grandma Lu stood by the car, anxiously reminding them.
“Xiao Zhiyi, if you face any hardship, you must tell Grandma.”
After repeating her concerns multiple times, the old lady watched as the car drove away.
The Old Butler remarked with emotion, “The young master and his wife truly have a wonderful relationship.”
Grandma Lu, having seen through it all long ago, retorted, “Wonderful, my foot. Those two little rascals are just putting on a show for this old lady.”
“By the way, where are the things I asked you to buy?”
The Old Butler, somewhat embarrassed, brought out box after box of condoms.
“Madam, isn’t this a bit too much?”
“Too much? I think it’s not enough! Go on, poke holes in all of them and put them in that brat’s room.”
“Yes, Madam.”
Others might not understand, but she, the old lady, knew very well.
That brat might appear abstinent on the surface, but in reality, he was just a heavily lustful young wolf cub.
At Lu Corporation.
Shen Zhiyi’s first day on the job attracted a lot of attention.
“Holy crap, President Lu has a female secretary? That’s really something rare!”
“I’ve been with the company for years and have never seen a woman around President Lu. I even thought Assistant Han was President Lu’s little darling husband!”
“To be honest, I thought President Lu had a thing for Ji Yanli.”
It couldn’t be helped—their President Lu kept his distance from women and spent every day butting heads with Ji Yanli. Other than that, he spent the most time with Assistant Han.
So the whole company was speculating about whether Han Ming or Ji Yanli was their boss’s little darling husband.
Why “little darling husband”? Because their President Lu clearly gave off top energy!
A male colleague joined the gossip group in the break room, holding a cup of coffee.
“Let’s be real, that new secretary is really beautiful. No wonder our President Lu was moved to compassion and took her on as his secretary.”
“I’ve read plenty of secretary novels—maybe Shen Zhiyi is President Lu’s secretary by day and his wife by night!”
In a dark corner.
A pair of eyes glared coldly, fingers tightening fiercely around a coffee cup.
Everyone felt a chill down their spines and turned to see Qi Yue leaning against the coffee machine. The man was handsome, but his presence scared everyone into scattering.
“Let’s get out of here! Why is Qi Yue so ghost-like?”
“Who knows? I heard he applied several times to demote himself from director to become the president’s secretary, but got rejected every time. In short, he’s been haunting President Lu’s footsteps.”
…
Shen Zhiyi’s desk was opposite Han Ming’s, right by the entrance to the president’s office.
Han Ming briefed her extensively on Lu Junyue’s preferences, tastes, and pet peeves.
Shen Zhiyi, distracted, stared at the tightly shut door of the president’s office, her thoughts already wandering far away.
Forced love didn’t work—what about office play?