Shen Feiwan directly knocked Fu Shiyan to the ground.
She straddled his waist, tugged at the collar of his robe, and bit directly into his neck.
All her anger seemed to be vented at this moment.
Only when she tasted the metallic tang of blood did she regain a bit of rationality.
Then, she glared fiercely at Fu Shiyan.
The man beneath her looked gloomy, though surprisingly he didn't push her away.
"Had your fill of madness?" Fu Shiyan said coldly.
The bloody tooth mark on his neck was oddly flaunted with the curvature of his speech.
A moment of recklessness had Shen Feiwan wanting to lean in and suck...
"If you're finished, get off me."
His icy voice echoed again, instantly dissipating all the indescribable thoughts in Shen Feiwan's head.
"Fu Shiyan, are you frigid?"
After all, she had confirmed that he wasn't impotent.
But this man remained unruffled under any circumstances.
Even their monthly legal marital 'joint session' was conducted by the book, and she didn't catch a single glimpse of his passionate desire.
Except for the first time three years ago.
But at that time, her mind was clouded by medication, and she always suspected it was a hallucination.
"Or…" Shen Feiwan sneered coldly, "are you preserving yourself for Bai Zhi?!"
As funny as it seemed.
In marriage, preserving one's chastity for the mistress, Fu Shiyan might be the first in all history!
Should a chastity monument be erected for him upon his death?!
"Huh." Shen Feiwan stared wide eyed.
Because at that moment, Fu Shiyan suddenly pulled her body down and, at the moment when she was about to squirm away, he harshly kissed her lips and turned the tables, pinning her to the floor.
The sudden kiss was so outrageous that Shen Feiwan's mind shut down.
She could not respond at all.
She only felt that Fu Shiyan tonight was different from usual.
He didn't drink, did he?
She didn't taste any alcohol on his breath.
Instead, a faint aroma of coffee permeated her nostrils, intriguing and lingering…
What a bastard.
Bai Zhi had only just returned, and his kissing skills had already improved drastically!
Did those two do nothing but embrace and nibble on each other when they were alone?!
The thought made her blood boil.
The moment Shen Feiwan's mind was bewitched, she instantly sobered up, and a wave of nausea gushed deep in her heart.
She pushed Fu Shiyan away with all her might.
Then she started wiping her lips like a madwoman.
She kept wiping until her lips bled.
"Shen, Fei, Wan!" Fu Shiyan's anger was not concealed at all.
Shen Feiwan's loathing was outright excessive.
"What's wrong? Has Bai Zhi failed to satisfy you these past days?" Shen Feiwan mocked, "The demand you have, she can't even fulfill? Did Bai Zhi discover your body and you have started... Ah!"
Shen Feiwan screamed.
Fu Shiyan rudely lifted her off the ground.
He completely ignored Shen Feiwan's resistance and carried her straight into his room.
They had separate bedrooms.
Only on their monthly legal marital day, would she take the initiative to knock on his door for an intimate conjugal encounter.
Fu Shiyan threw her on his king-sized bed, his already rumpled sleeping robe was open to his chest.
The faint images of his pectoral muscles undulated with every beat of his heart.
His wild body was juxtaposed by the pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his cold face, adding a tinge of ascetic aesthetic...
Shen Feiwan involuntarily swallowed.
The next moment her temper flared, tinged with a bit of anger and shame, "What do you think you're doing?"
"I'm doing you a favor." His voice sounding somewhat hoarse.
"Favor me how?"
"Don't you want to gain prestige through your son?"
With one foot on the bed and his arms supporting his body, he hovered over Shen Feiwan, staring at her intently.
The room temperature seemed unsettlingly hot.
She locked her gaze with Fu Shiyan.
She seemed to see a hint of desire in his eyes, an emotion she had not seen in him in the past three years...
As Fu Shiyan bent down to press onto her.
Shen Feiwan fought against him with her hands on his chest.
It's so hot.
And she can feel his astonishingly rapid heartbeat.
"Shen Feiwan," Fu Shiyan pronounced with barely moving lips. "All intentions and no guts?!"
How could he manage to keep an aloof facade, looking as if he wanted to keep everyone away while his body was about to burst?
Shen Feiwan tried to regulate her breathing.
Her audacious behaviour tonight was merely a tactic to force Fu Shiyan into divorce.
Who the hell was allowing him to play two women off each other?!
Just as Shen Feiwan was about to push him away.
Fu Shiyan suddenly opened his mouth, biting her earlobe.
"Ouch..." Shen Feiwan cried out.
The next moment, her body was filled with a strange sensation of hot and cold...
Was Fu Shiyan serious?!
He was never so enthusiastic on their normal, marital days. What was he on tonight?
And her resistance was easily crushed under his dominance.
She found herself pinned under him, his passionate kisses raining over her body...
Everything seemed to be falling into place.
Until a shrill ringtone shattered the romantic ambience in the room.
"The phone." Shen Feiwan reminded him.
A hazy consciousness started flickering back into reality...
Fu Shiyan did not respond.
"The phone," Shen Feiwan repeated.
The incessant ringing was becoming a headache.
And the phone didn't show any signs of stopping, continuing to ring.
It seemed to have worn out Fu Shiyan's interest as well.
He got up, picked up his robe from the floor, took his phone out of the pocket. On seeing the caller ID, a hint of unease crossed his face.
"Bai Zhi."
"I'm sorry to disturb you so late," said Bai Zhi with a hint of an apologetic tone from the other side.
There was an ingratiating note in her voice, an effect most could not achieve.
Shen Feiwan saw Fu Shiyan walk away.
His physical reaction visibly receded.
With a cynical laugh, Shen Feiwan got up and headed towards the bathroom.
The moment the bathroom door shut, Fu Shiyan glanced over.
"Shiyan?" Bai Zhi called him a few more times.
"Hmm."
"Am I causing trouble for you?"
"No," replied Fu Shiyan. "I'll give you an answer tomorrow."
He hung up the phone.
Fu Shiyan's gaze fell back towards the bathroom.
Picking up the robe next to him, he put on his gold-rimmed glasses again.
It was as if the preceding events had never happened.
As if he had never lost his control.
Coming out of the bathroom after her shower, Shen Feiwan found Fu Shiyan's face as frosty as ever.
She knew that Bai Zhi's phone call had the ability to extinguish all of Fu Shiyan's passion for her instantly.
Luckily she was not the type to take things to heart, so she simply walked out of Shiyan's room.
As she was about to leave, she seemed to remember something.
She turned around, "Fu Shiyan, I hope our affairs do not involve others."
Fu Shiyan frowned.
"I'm referring to Lin Nuannuan, she doesn't deserve to be caught in the crossfire."
Fu Shiyan didn't respond.
Shen Feiwan figured praying to him was as pointless as praying to Buddha.
She prayed to God to strike him dead with a bolt of lightning.
Leaving his room with a bang, Shen Feiwan slammed the door behind her.
She inadvertently caught sight of the luxury bag lying on the living room floor.
It was an eyesore.
Picking it up, she flung it into the trash bin.
Yes.
She felt relieved.
Just like tossing a piece of trash where it belonged.