Standing by the edge of the bathtub, Fu Yancheng's trousers were splashed with water, and the reaction in his body couldn't lie. The scattered memories from that night kept coming back to him, reminding him of the strange sensation.
Fu Yancheng had never thought that simply hearing a woman call him "husband" would make him hard.
His voice grew hoarse as he spoke. "If you're awake, you can leave on your own."
Sheng Mian's clothes were completely soaked, outlining every curve of her body. Her long black hair clung to her face, making her look like a seductive spirit that had just emerged from the water—innocent, yet alluring.
Her body's heat began to rise again as she flashed him a subtle smile, struggling to rise from the bathtub.
Fu Yancheng's handsome, cold face showed no hesitation as he pushed her back, turned on the shower, and aimed the cold water directly at her.
His actions were not gentle, even rough.
Sheng Mian squeezed her eyes shut. She had only experienced intimacy once, and now, under the influence of the drug, she couldn't resist the overwhelming heat. She felt like she was on the verge of breaking down from the discomfort.
Fu Yancheng softened his grip for a moment, intending to let her recover on her own. But before he could get up, she suddenly grabbed his collar and yanked him forward.
Their faces were so close that their lips touched—one cold, one burning with heat.
The showerhead fell to the floor with a loud clatter, and Fu Yancheng's Adam's apple bobbed several times.
Realizing what had just happened, he stood up, not even bothering to check whether Sheng Mian was alive or unconscious in the tub, and stormed out of the bathroom.
The door slammed shut with a loud bang.
In the living room, he sat silently on the couch, his gaze cold and distant as he looked out the window.
Qi Shen entered and immediately noticed how cold the room felt, as if everything was frozen. He also observed that Fu Yancheng's trousers were still wet, but didn't dare ask questions.
"Mr. Fu, here are the documents for tomorrow. The online meeting will begin in about half an hour."
Fu Yancheng nodded indifferently, but when he heard a noise from the bathroom, as if something heavy had fallen, he furrowed his brows but didn't bother to investigate.
Qi Shen cast a curious glance toward the closed bathroom door. Did he hear something, or was it just his imagination? It seemed like there was movement inside.
After giving the schedule details, Qi Shen prepared to leave, but Fu Yancheng instructed, "Send a women's outfit over later."
Qi Shen was surprised. Anyone could have a hidden mistress, but not Fu Yancheng. Who could be in the bathroom with him?
"What size?" Qi Shen asked, confused.
Fu Yancheng thought for a moment, frowning. "One size fits all."
Qi Shen nodded and left the room.
Fu Yancheng lowered his head to review the documents but didn't move to check on the bathroom. Not sending her out earlier had been a matter of good manners.
After finishing the work, he opened his laptop to begin the online meeting.
"Get rid of the lengthy reports. Just focus on the key points."
The attendees fell silent, sensing that Fu Yancheng was in a bad mood tonight.
In the bathroom, Sheng Mian had been submerged in cold water for nearly an hour, and her mind finally cleared. She raised her head and immediately turned pale, quickly checking her clothes.
Thankfully, she was still wearing the same clothes she had on when she left.
Is this the hotel?
She struggled to stand, bracing herself against the wall. She bit down hard on her lip, the pain helping her clear her mind.
Two men had helped her into a car, and then...?
She glanced at her reflection in the mirror. Her face was still flushed, and as fragmented memories flashed through her mind, she recalled seeing Fu Yancheng, and then... she felt the flood of embarrassment as she remembered calling him "husband" several times.
Her whole body flushed with humiliation, and for a moment, her thoughts stopped. After preparing herself mentally, she opened the bathroom door and saw Fu Yancheng sitting calmly on the sofa.
He was listening to the meeting report, unaware she had come out. Just as he was about to speak, he heard a cautious voice.
"Husband... No, Mr. Fu."
Her brain was so frantic, stuck on those few embarrassing words, that she ended up saying "Mr. Fu" instead.
Sheng Mian's nails nearly dug into her palm. "I'm sorry, I was just...," she stammered.
Fu Yancheng's brow twitched, and the microphone in front of him picked up the awkward silence from the meeting. He had the impulse to strangle this woman, so he quickly interrupted the meeting, his expression darkening as he looked up at her.