Been married for half a year and haven't seen each other, and meet up just to create such a sensation?
Late at night.
Sheng Congzhi slept in a daze, and suddenly felt the mattress next to her sink.
Before she could open her eyes, a chest pressed against her back.
At the same time, the hem of her nightgown was lifted, and an ice-cold touch crept over her skin incessantly, accompanied by a scorching breath in her ear, "Why didn't you wait for your husband before going to sleep, hmm?"
Sheng Congzhi frowned, reached out to push him but was quickly grasped.
It was a pair of hands belonging to a surgeon, coldly pale in color, slender and powerful palms, with fingers long and thin—especially the little finger… very beautiful, suitable for playing the piano.
The woman's waist was soft and easy to grip, her skin glowed white under the dim light.
Sheng Congzhi eventually couldn't hold back, "Hss—"
What followed was the man's husky tease, "Zhizhi, be good."
...
Afterward, Sheng Congzhi finally saw the man's face clearly.
Fu Yan's facial features were incredibly handsome, his eyes long and flowing, slightly uptilted at the corners, resembling phoenix eyes, carrying an inherent sharpness.
But—
He had his clothes still on!
His white shirt was crisp and neat, only the collar open with a few buttons undone, revealing a stark clavicle, like a hypocritical wolf in sheep's clothing.
As the man slowly got out of bed—
"Let's get a divorce."
His tall figure paused, Fu Yan half-squinted his eyes, his expression somewhat nonchalant, "Reason."
Sheng Congzhi's expression was cold, "Your skills are too poor!"
Fu Yan didn't get angry but laughed, "You screamed so loud just now—do you think I'd believe that?"
!!!
Sheng Congzhi threw a pillow at him, "Shameless!"
The pillow struck the man and then dropped onto the dark carpet.
The next second, the thin blanket she had just covered herself with was pulled away…
Sheng Congzhi gasped for breath under his kiss, and all she could see was the mocking curve of his eye, "A divorce is out of the question, and as for the skill problem, we can always practice more."
...
When she woke up again, it was the next morning.
Her phone rang nonstop, and only Sheng Congzhi was left on the big bed.
Leave right after a meal?
Heartless old dog!
"Hello—"
"What are you doing, ancestor? Why aren't you returning my messages?"
Unlike her agent Yu Zhou's urgency, Sheng Congzhi's tone was languid, "What's up?"
"Do you remember President Zhang from last night's banquet?"
Sheng Congzhi thought for a moment, "...the one I smashed?"
Yu Zhou choked, "He enlisted a few marketing accounts claiming you deliberately put on diva airs, always arriving late and leaving early, making unreasonable demands, not cooperating with the brand's activities. It's blown up on the hot search now… why did you have to hit him on the head? Couldn't you have just endured it?"
"He said he wanted to sleep with me, should I have endured that too?" Sheng Congzhi interrupted.
"...My goodness, he was just talking. Why are you so rash? It wasn't easy to get you where you are today. Not to mention the whole entertainment industry, just in Yihua alone, how many people are eyeing your spot? Dreaming of your downfall to step on you! Don't forget about the two endorsements that need renewal soon, if this affects them…"
"I got it," Sheng Congzhi, tired of the nagging, said, "You handle the PR…"
She glanced down—sure enough, there was a purple bruise on her lower back.
…This scumbag in gentleman's clothing!
"What's wrong?"
Sheng Congzhi said it was nothing.
"Right, I almost forgot you were married." Yu Zhou asked, "Who is your husband, anyway? What does he do?"
Thinking about last night, Sheng Congzhi scoffed, "He's a gigolo."
Yu Zhou: ???
...
After hanging up, Sheng Congzhi opened Weibo.
#ShengCongzhiThrowsDivaTantrums was trending.
—Isn't it expected to cooperate with the brand during events? How come others can, but she must arrive late and leave early? Putting on airs like a spoilt princess?
—What's with the current stars? No acting skills, no significant works, just various scandals or marketing their beauty.
—I have a friend who worked with her, said she's just a troublemaker in private, poor temperament, no class, and extremely difficult to serve! Only eats at five-star hotels, even makes her assistant hand wash her underwear…
—Damn, she's so classless.
—I used to be her fangirl, ugh!
—How can someone like her always be the leading lady?
——Sheng Congzhi, get out of the entertainment industry!
...
Sheng Congzhi didn't care and put down her phone to walk into the bathroom.
After her bath, Yu Zhou called, "The trending news is already gone."
Sheng Congzhi raised an eyebrow, "That was quick."
"It wasn't me," Yu Zhou said. "I was still negotiating when suddenly all the posts became unsearchable."
Sheng Congzhi debuted at 17 and became the leading lady of the company at 21.
Her rapid rise led to many enemies because of her straightforward personality. In recent years, she had offended many, but each time she managed to emerge unscathed. The unfortunate ones were always those who opposed her, either having accidents, company bankruptcies, or even vanishing from the industry...
With such frequent occurrences, Yu Zhou started to feel uneasy, "Did you secretly find some rich patron behind my back? Or was it your husband..."
To which Sheng Congzhi replied calmly, "As long as it's taken care of."
She put down her phone, then noticed a note left on the coffee table, its words flamboyantly stating:
[I'm going to work, I'll take you to the Fu Family for dinner tonight, be good.]
???
Be good to who?
Be good my ass!
Without saying another word, she quickly tore off a piece of paper and fiercely scribbled a response.
**
Yunjing Hospital.
At five in the afternoon, after finishing the last surgery, Fu Yan stepped out of the operating theater and stood in front of the sink, half-squinting his eyes, repeatedly cleaning and disinfecting his hands.
Beside him, Xie Cheng exclaimed, "That was really risky, the old man almost couldn't be saved. Lucky we had you..."
Fu Yan, only twenty-seven this year, was quickly becoming the star surgeon of Yunjing Hospital!
No matter how complex and dangerous the surgery, it had been a success under his lead.
Since he started, hundreds of surgeries passed through his hands, achieving a success rate of ninety-nine percent, with a post-surgical mortality rate of zero!
Young as he was, he was stable as an old dog!
Xie Cheng sighed for a long time, suddenly frowning, "You just got back from abroad last night, right? Why not rest for a couple of days before coming back to work? Are you treating yourself like a beast of burden?"
Fu Yan grabbed a sterile cloth and meticulously wiped his hands, "Saving lives."
"It seems you're in a good mood today," Xie Cheng smiled. "You never used to talk after surgery..."
Fu Yan turned around, no longer bothering with him.
Returning to his office, a cup of cappuccino and a sticky note were waiting on his desk:
[Dr. Fu, thank you very much for performing surgery on my father. May I invite you to dinner?]
Below it, a string of phone numbers.
"Yo, another beauty inviting you out."
Fu Yan's excellent medical skills aside, his tall and handsome appearance, accentuated by glasses, made him incredibly charming...
The hospital's female nurses were all his secret admirers, and patient relatives seeking to catch his attention were numerous.
Too bad the man himself had always been indifferent to women, as chaste as a monk!
Sure enough, Fu Yan tossed the sticky note in the trash then picked up the coffee... and handed it to Xie Cheng.
"Not thrown away?" Xie Cheng was again surprised, "Come on, what good news do you have?"
Fu Yan finally spoke with a languid gaze, "Does taking my wife home for dinner count?"
Xie Cheng: Holy shit?!
Yunjing's bachelor had secretly married?
...
An hour later, Fu Yan returned to Tinglan Garden.
The servant came up to greet him, "Sir, the madam has gone out."
Fu Yan, without stopping, just hummed in acknowledgment and continued upstairs.
"Sir," the servant hurried over, "the madam asked me to give this to you."
Fu Yan took the note, the muscles in his forehead twitching.
It was a handwritten divorce agreement.
Under the reason for divorce, it read:
[The husband's bedroom skills are too poor!]
His slender, cold fingers slowly clenched the note then crumpled it.
A scoffing, wicked smile slowly twined around his scholarly face.
The atmosphere in the room instantly chilled.
The servant stood by, trembling.
When Fu Yan finally looked up.
The servant blurted out, "I won't tell anyone!"
Fu Yan: …