"No, this can't be! It's just a broken motorcycle, why is it so expensive! You're extorting me! I'm going to sue you!"
Three days later at the police station, Chen Wenwen's face was a picture of collapse. She could never have imagined that after being fired, simply smashing that bitch's crappy motorcycle to vent her anger would end up costing her 26 million for an antique bike?
But the appraiser was hired by her, and with notarization from three parties, along with an invoice provided by the other party, the motorcycle's value was undoubtedly 26 million, without a trace of exaggeration!
Chen Wenwen was on the verge of tears, she couldn't possibly afford to pay so much money even if she were to bankrupt herself!
Beyond her fear, resentment inevitably arose. Why didn't you keep such an expensive motorcycle properly stored in a garage? Riding it out like that, isn't it just asking for trouble?
Maybe the bike was already broken, right? All I did was splash some red paint on it, why should I compensate so much money?
While she was thinking this, the exorbitant maintenance bill was placed in front of her. Every charge, every cost was documented. She had to pay.
So the malicious curses were swallowed, and the person woke from the stupor of facing the astronomical compensation. All that was left for Chen Wenwen to do was cry.
She knelt down to Shen Chu'an, desperately holding onto her skirt, sobbing uncontrollably.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have spoken about you that way, I shouldn't have sought revenge on you. Please forgive me, I can't come up with that much money even if you kill me! You're so rich, can't you just coax your husband and get everything you want? Look at me, I have nothing!"
Shen Chu'an looked at her with a chilly gaze, "Forgive you? Are you regretting insulting and spreading rumors about me or are you regretting not checking the price before you damaged this motorcycle?"
"Do you want my forgiveness because you truly want it, or is it because you want to lessen this compensation fee?"
Chen Wenwen panicked, her complexion turning from pale to flushed, her hands trembling.
"I… of course, I regret targeting you, truly, I was wrong, I shouldn't have been so nasty. I really hate this hand of mine!" she cried while repeatedly slamming her hand on the ground with her fist.
"I'm begging you, I really can't afford the compensation. Please let me off, for the sake of your own generosity. 26 million – you're asking for my life! Considering we joined the company at the same time, and have worked together for two years, do you really want to see my life ruined like this?"
Gone was her former arrogance and presumptuousness, as she knelt down, desperately pleading for mercy.
After all, it was at the municipal public security bureau, the police couldn't just watch her like this. They went over to help her up, made her sit down, and told her to stay calm.
"Ms. Chen, we can all understand your feelings, but this civil compensation…"
To speak frankly, whether the compensation would be more or less was really up to the owner of the motorcycle.
Shen Chu'an was not the motorcycle's owner.
Even though she found Chen Wenwen's current behavior somewhat satisfying, Shen Chu'an herself came from an ordinary family. She couldn't bear to make someone pay for a lifetime for one mistake. If Chen Wenwen could plead softly enough, perhaps she could be spared a portion of the compensation fee. Just a token amount and spilling a little blood would suffice. There was no need to drive someone to utter desperation.
Unfortunately for her, she wasn't the owner; Fu Huaichen was.
It was his beloved motorcycle.
When he found his motorcycle in such a wretched state, Fu Huaichen didn't show extreme anger, but a low pressure had been lingering around him. Upon returning to the villa, even the butler and the servants didn't dare to breathe too loudly.
Shen Chu'an certainly didn't escape either.
After all, it was she who had ridden the motorcycle out.
Fu Huaichen didn't ask her for compensation, which was already considering the feelings between husband and wife.
But indeed, a slight price was paid.
That night, after Shen Chu'an finished her bath, she wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, her heart almost leaping out of her chest. Listening to the pitter-patter of water in the bathroom, she knew that tonight was going to be a struggle.
Just as her thoughts were wandering, Fu Huaichen came out wrapped in a bath towel, his pale skin flushed from the hot water and beautiful muscles still shrouded in mist, his gaze piercing and dangerous.
Shen Chu'an couldn't help but shudder.
"Scared?"
"No, no, I just... just feel a bit guilty, for taking your car without permission and ending up like that."
The blanket was whipped away, exposing her burning figure to Fu Huaichen's gaze, her prominent breasts heaving with each breath, leaving nothing to the imagination.
"What's this? Planning to compensate with your body?"
Shen Chu'an closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling vigorously, her voice quivering slightly, "It's not compensation, it's an apology!"
As she spoke, she overcame her shame, her hands climbing up his neck, her light exhales as soft as a feather brushing gently against Fu Huaichen's heart.
Fu Huaichen's hands around her waist tightened slightly, his voice deep and soft, "Is that so? Then let me see your sincerity."
"Open your mouth."
Shen Chu'an obediently complied, while one hand traced the beautiful muscles down his back, slowly teasing, and then she tore off the bath towel wrapped around Fu Huaichen's waist!
Her fingers were long and soft, cool to the touch like a piece of fine mutton-fat jade, as she caressed the sensitive spots, Fu Huaichen inhaled softly, and then, his hand gripping Shen Chu'an's delicate chin, he kissed her imposingly, dominating her lips and teeth.
Both of them were gasping, lost in the moment, wildly stealing each other's breath, and it was only after a long time that this intensely emotional kiss ended, and they gazed at each other, their pupils reflecting each other's face.
Shen Chu'an's face was flushed with desire, while Fu Huaichen's sharply contoured face was also tinged with red.
This was the first time they had looked at each other so seriously.
It was Shen Chu'an who looked away first, dodging the gaze, "Why are you looking at me?" Her voice was very soft, as she lay pressed under Fu Huaichen, gently rubbing her knee against a particularly spirited area, making his breath quicken.
She giggled, "What's the matter? Fu, have you really fallen in love with me?"
A hand caressed her cheek, and she rubbed gently in the center of his palm.
"We're just bed partners, don't overthink it." His hand covered her enchanting eyes, and Shen Chu'an obediently closed hers, "I know that, outside I'm the contract wife to deal with your family, and inside we both get what we need, nothing more... Ah—"
With a startled cry, what Shen Chu'an didn't see was the lust slowly fading from Fu Huaichen's eyes, morphing into a highly complex, probing expression.
Merely "getting what we need"?
What do you need, then?
Shen Chu'an didn't realize that her seemingly perfect answer had already hit a nerve with Fu, feeling this night was indeed as fierce as she had expected.
Her legs were still weak the next day!
In the police station, as Shen Chu'an recalled the deep emotions of that night, her cheeks flushed, and she gave a light cough; then, looking at Chen Wenwen, she couldn't help but sigh, "I accept your apology, and I'm willing to forgive you, but I can't make the decision regarding compensation."
Chen Wenwen's face was ashen, her eyes flashing with despair and resentment.