"If you continue to defy me, I wouldn't mind sending you back to the Song Family, or the Liang Family?"
Song Anjiu trembled with anger, unable to speak.
"Last time was too rushed, and I didn't get the chance to take care of you properly! Now, let's take it slow," said Fu Chenshang as he sat on a nearby sofa, leisurely reading a newspaper.
"Dye her hair."
"Remove her makeup."
"Basic skincare will suffice."
"Change her clothes."
"That pink set."
"Flat shoes."
"Hmm... make those pink too."
"Pink."
...
With each command, Tina and the assistants scrambled around, while Song Anjiu, like a puppet, let them manipulate her, yet her eyes glared hatefully at him.
"Mr. Fu, it's done." Tina admired the transformed Song Anjiu with satisfaction, her eyes filled with deep admiration for Fu Chenshang.
How keen must one's eyes be to see she was an uncut gem! Now, the girl looked like an incredibly docile doll. Big eyes, small lips, high nose bridge, and cherry blossom pink lips looked stunning. Her high eyebrow spacing made her appear particularly childlike. Not tall, but with a curvaceous figure and perfectly long, straight legs. Only her skin, due to long-term makeup use, was poorly maintained, but at her age, a little care could completely restore it. Her neck's skin showed almost invisible pores; the slightest touch would leave a mark, naturally delicate. Her genes indicated that at least three generations of her family were celebrities.
Compared to others' astonishment, the moment she saw herself in the mirror from head to toe in the pink lady's dress and the pink bow in her hair, Song Anjiu almost flipped the dressing table over.
Noticing the fleeting shock in Fu Chenshang's eyes and his covetous gaze, she shuddered, "What else do you want?"
The next moment, he reached out and pinched her ear.
Song Anjiu, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, covered her ear and leapt back a great distance, almost knocking down a row of clothes racks, her face flushed.
Fu Chenshang raised an eyebrow at her, "Come here."
"I won't!"
"Don't make me say it again."
"I—won't—come!" she insisted, her eyes blazing.
Fu Chenshang couldn't help but laugh, seemingly amused by her defiance, which he rarely encountered.
With a long reach, he immobilized her in front of him, leaving her unable to move.
Her right ear had one earring, but her left ear had a total of seven, and seeing them made his expression turn frosty. He took off each cheap, gaudy earring from her ears, one by one.
Song Anjiu felt as if she was being stripped from head to toe, her protective shell, her camouflage, everything.
Her bewildered and insecure look softened Fu Chenshang's heart, loosening his grip and pulling her into his embrace.
"What are you afraid of?"
"Afraid my foot! Who's scared?"
Fu Chenshang chuckled, "I have a month off for our wedding honeymoon coming up, and you have your summer break. Where would you like to go?"
"Summer break means makeup classes at school!"
"Hmm, I'll stay at home with you."
It's more like tormenting her at home!
"No need." She didn't want to lose another layer of skin, especially since she hated being controlled. This man was definitely no good! Whatever fair feelings she had for him at the start were now completely gone.
"Do you want Liang Jiajia to gloat that you've been neglected right after getting married?"
"I don't care!"
"Don't care?" Fu Chenshang's expression darkened.
"I'd rather you neglect me!" Counting on the stubborn Song Anjiu to compromise was impossible.
"Fine! I'll just have an affair then!" Fu Chenshang adjusted his cuff, "With your sister."
"Come back!!!"
"Hmm?"
"I'll behave," Song Anjiu turned her head away.
The shame!
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[2 Jiong: This story may start off a bit slow, because unlike the previous two tales, where the main characters had a past relationship, this one is about marriage first and love eventually blossoming over time.]