“Are we doing it or not?”
The man stood before the bed, bare from the waist up. Sword-straight brows, star-bright eyes, broad shoulders, narrow waist. Sweat slid down the clean lines of his muscles and disappeared into his abdomen.
Su Wanwan froze.
A man? Where did a man come from?
And he’s asking if I want to do it!
Do what? Make love?
What kind of R-rated dream is this? It’s making my thoughts all filthy.
She took a deep breath and reached out tentatively toward the sharply defined abs.
Hard and hot.
As her fingers slid along the grooves, she could feel the power coiled beneath the skin.
Good heavens, the feel of him. Unbelievable.
Su Wanwan’s eyes lit up with excitement. Her hand didn’t hesitate at all as she reached lower.
The next second, the man’s breath deepened. He caught her wandering hand and pressed his whole body over hers, his hot, thin lips covering her mouth.
Crushing. Sucking. Biting.
As if there were a trace of anger in it.
The kiss stole her breath.
A boom went off in Su Wanwan’s head. Then countless fragments crowded into her mind.
Only then did she realize she wasn’t dreaming. She had transmigrated into a book.
She had transmigrated into a period novel and become the vicious ex-wife the male lead, Gu Shiyan, married while sent down to the countryside. The kind who was killed off early.
In the original book, Gu Shiyan’s family was framed and sent down.
His parents went to northern Hebei. He took his younger sister, Gu Shiwei, to Xiahe Village in Jilin Province for reeducation. Because he was so handsome, the female side character Su Wanwan targeted him the moment he arrived.
The villagers avoided the reeducation targets like the plague.
Only Su Wanwan, greedy for his looks, found every possible excuse to get close to Gu Shiyan. But he was cold and hard-hearted as iron. Still, Su Wanwan didn’t give up. The more setbacks she met, the more determined she became.
A few months later, she finally got her chance.
Gu Shiwei came down with appendicitis and needed urgent help.
That was when the brave warrior Su Wanwan made her shining entrance.
She intercepted money Gu Shiyan’s friend had sent and claimed it was her own secret savings, then “selflessly” offered it to pay for Gu Shiwei’s treatment.
After the surgery, because of that timely kindness, Gu Shiyan’s opinion of her changed. Later, the two married.
After marriage, Su Wanwan fully revealed her true nature.
She was spoiled, demanding, and suspicious, with an explosive need for control.
She controlled everything under the sun.
She even controlled who Gu Shiyan spoke to. If anything displeased her even slightly, she made life unbearable.
A female sent-down youth once exchanged a few words with Gu Shiyan, and Su Wanwan rushed over to slap her.
By day, she watched and controlled him.
By night, she drained him dry in bed.
She also often treated Gu Shiwei with open hostility.
When reading the book, Su Wanwan had cursed her bad luck, complaining that sharing a name with that woman was a complete waste.
She never expected that after cursing so viciously before bed, she would wake up transmigrated into the unlucky Su Wanwan.
After the Gu family was rehabilitated, Gu Shiyan immediately asked for a divorce.
Su Wanwan, who dreamed of following her husband to the city and living the good life, refused outright.
She did many things that hurt Gu Shiyan’s family. Then she was thrown into the deep mountains, and then she was stung to death by hornets.
She died miserably.
Her whole body was riddled with holes. Even a sieve would have called her master.
At that thought, Su Wanwan shuddered violently.
The man’s lips and tongue were still wantonly stirring in her mouth. In a panic, she bit down.
“Hiss.”
Gu Shiyan grunted in pain and pulled back. He pressed his tongue against his back molar, his dark eyes growing deeper and bottomless.
“I’m already satisfying you. What are you fussing about?”
Su Wanwan was speechless.
She avoided Gu Shiyan’s gaze and turned her head, eyes landing on the mud-plastered wall. She retorted quietly, “I’m not fussing.”
“You’re not?”
Gu Shiyan was still over her. He could clearly feel the softness of her breasts pressing against his chest. He suppressed the heat in his heart and spoke lightly, “Then you’re playing hard to get?”
Su Wanwan’s eyes widened.
What kind of outrageous words were those? She was rejecting him, not playing hard to get.
She put her hands on the man’s chest and pushed him up. “Get up. You’re crushing me.”
In most novels, the male lead’s vicious ex-wife was definitely lazy, greedy, ugly, and cruel.
But this period novel didn’t follow the usual path.
The vicious ex-wife Su Wanwan was gorgeous. A hibiscus face, a water-snake waist, full breasts and round hips, skin like jade.
Her chest was even more magnificent.
Full and swelling, dangerously alluring.
When she moved, her breasts trembled with her.
Gu Shiyan’s gaze tightened. His Adam’s apple bobbed twice, and he followed her push to roll off the bed. Seeing her fair little face red as a piece of cloth, he furrowed his brow.
Something was off.
The Su Wanwan of before would have dragged him into bed before dawn. Today, she had actually told him to get up.
There had to be a reason for such an abnormal change.
Was she still thinking of going to hit that female sent-down youth?
After a moment, he softened his voice and said kindly, “I really have nothing to do with that Wang girl from the sent-down youth. Don’t let your imagination run wild.”
The moment Su Wanwan was free, she grabbed a worn blanket and wrapped it around herself, nodding hastily. “I know. I’m not overthinking.”
As soon as the words left her mouth, she keenly noticed a trace of scrutiny in Gu Shiyan’s gaze.
Crap. She had forgotten to stay in character.
Gu Shiyan was a senior engineer, a top-tier talent. His brain had far more folds than most people’s. If she behaved even slightly abnormally, he would definitely get suspicious.
To avoid suspicion, she couldn’t change too quickly.
So Su Wanwan gave a spoiled little hum. “I’ll believe you this once, but you have to show me.”
“Okay.”
Gu Shiyan thought she meant that kind of showing. He reached for the blanket wrapped around her, startling Su Wanwan into scooting backward.
“Not that kind of showing. You… you have to say you love me.”
This man. They had already gone two rounds. Did he not know what tired meant?
Not even a production team’s donkey would work that hard.
Even if he could keep going, she couldn’t. Her legs had turned to noodles.
Gu Shiyan could put any amount of effort into bed, but words of love stumped him.
He stood there like a straight poplar, yet the three words “I love you” seemed to burn his mouth. For a long time, he couldn’t say them.
A few minutes later, he forced out, “I’ll go get water.”
His tall figure left quickly and returned just as quickly.
By the time Su Wanwan reacted, he had already wrung out a hot towel with practiced ease and was about to clean her up.
Su Wanwan was so flustered her voice changed pitch. Her two fair arms waved frantically. “No, no, I’ll do it myself!”
Even though she had taken over the original owner’s body, she and Gu Shiyan were still strangers.
How could she let him do such an intimate thing for her?
Fortunately, Gu Shiyan didn’t insist. His fingers moved, then he draped the towel over the edge of the basin.
He turned and went out. “Then do it yourself.”
Soon, splashing water came from the backyard.
Su Wanwan guessed Gu Shiyan had gone to rinse off.
She patted her burning cheeks, quickly cleaned herself up, found a tank top and shorts to change into, then lay back on the bed. She folded her hands over her lower abdomen, closed her eyes, and forced herself to sleep.
Of course, she couldn’t sleep.
Her thoughts were a tangled mess.
She didn’t want to get killed off early.
To stay alive, she absolutely, absolutely could not stir up trouble. She had to treat Gu Shiyan well and try to get a sum of money when he was rehabilitated and returned to the city, then take the money and leave.