Chapter 88: Counterattack (4)

Fu Shaoxiu stood inside the door in a bathrobe, his hair still damp, looking as though he’d just showered and wasn’t quite awake yet.

“Yao Yao?” Seeing Nan Yao’s pale face, Fu Shaoxiu instinctively moved to close the door.

But Nan Yao was quick. She darted inside, ignoring his attempts to stop her, and rushed straight into the room.

“Yao Yao, what are you doing?” Fu Shaoxiu hurried after her, but to his relief, Nan Zhi had already left after he woke up.

Nan Yao burst into the room, her eyes sweeping over the disheveled bed, the crumpled tissues, and the used condom in the trash bin. The tears she’d been holding back finally spilled over.

The air still carried the lingering scent of passion. Even though that vixen was gone, the traces of her and Fu Shaoxiu tangled in bed remained.

Fu Shaoxiu caught up and wrapped his arms around Nan Yao from behind, lowering his head to kiss away her tears. “Yao Yao, I drank too much last night at the business dinner. President Jiang and the others sent a woman to my room. I was muddle-headed—I never meant to hurt you.”

Nan Yao sobbed so hard she could barely catch her breath. Fu Shaoxiu was irritated by her crying, but he couldn’t lose his temper—he had, after all, been in the wrong. Yet he didn’t feel the least bit of regret; Nan Zhi’s allure had simply been too intoxicating.

From the corner of her eye, Nan Yao spotted something black on the bed. She pushed Fu Shaoxiu away and lifted the covers, revealing a pair of black lace panties in full view.

Silently cursing the brazen vixen, Nan Yao turned to Fu Shaoxiu, whose expression had turned odd. “I believe you didn’t do it on purpose, but you have to tell me—who was that woman last night?”

Fu Shaoxiu, seeing the panties, could only think how Nan Zhi seemed so innocent yet was so wanton beneath the surface. No wonder she had been so wild and bold in bed, nearly driving him out of his mind.

“Fu Shaoxiu, are you savoring the memory of that woman?” Nan Yao’s voice grew sharp.

Fu Shaoxiu pulled Nan Yao back into his arms, pressing kisses to her forehead, her eyes, her nose. “Yao Yao, let’s get married!”

Nan Yao’s eyes flew wide open. She looked up and met Fu Shaoxiu’s gaze for a few seconds, her voice choked with sobs. “Do you mean it?”

“I mean it. I want you to be the happiest Mrs. Fu in the world.” Fu Shaoxiu knew that only a marriage proposal could calm Nan Yao now.

Tear-streaked, Nan Yao nestled into Fu Shaoxiu’s chest. Though she was still hurting and resentful, he was finally willing to marry her. All those vixens outside would only ever be hidden mistresses, never the woman in the light.

After soothing Nan Yao, Fu Shaoxiu changed his clothes, and they prepared to leave.

As soon as the door opened, they saw a bellboy in a bow tie pushing a food cart at their door. “Are you Mr. Fu? A lady called room service and said you worked hard last night. She asked us to prepare walnut and eucommia pork kidney soup for you.”

Nan Yao’s face changed color again and again at his words.

That kind of soup was said to nourish the liver and kidneys, to keep a man’s vigor up. That shameless vixen was indirectly telling her just how wild Fu Shaoxiu had been last night—that he’d been so drained he needed restorative soup!

Nan Yao’s lips trembled. With a forceful motion, she hurled the bewitched soup to the ground.

Perhaps she used too much strength, for a sharp pain suddenly stabbed through her abdomen.

“Ah—” Nan Yao bent over, clutching her stomach, so angry she was about to explode.

That wretch, that shameless vixen, had cost her five million, and even now tormented her in such a way.

Fu Shaoxiu scooped Nan Yao into his arms, shooting a cold glance at the bellboy. “Get out!”

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