I was like a stumbling block in my way, kicked aside and ignored by everyone.

I watched as Fu Yanshen was surrounded by people and entered the banquet hall, where Mingde employees immediately erupted in cheers and thunderous applause.

Today, he is a rising star in the business world, and in the eyes of his employees, he is a god who can turn the tide and act decisively.

It took me a while to come to my senses.

Now that I've confirmed he'll be attending the annual meeting, I can just wait and see.

I used my hands to support myself on the ground, struggled to my feet, walked to the elevator, and quickly left the hotel and arrived at the parking lot.

Among the luxury cars, I found Fu Yanshen's car, a Maybach Landaule, one of only 20 in the world. I helped him choose it when he was promoted to president of Shengshi.

Looking back, it's truly ironic how fate works.

An orphan who started as a bodyguard, he has now transformed into a business tycoon.

I, a pampered heiress born with a silver spoon in my mouth, have become a penniless fake heiress.

"Oh, Sheng Qiaoqiao..."

A flippant male voice pulled me back to my senses.

The other person was probably a second-generation rich kid from Beijing's elite circle. He walked up to me and brazenly sized me up with a lewd look.

I don't remember his name.

Dressed in a suit and exuding a sleazy, roguish charm, he pulled out a silver business card holder, took out a business card, and shoved it into the breast pocket of my coat.

He even deliberately pressed down hard on my soft spot, which was very lewd.

I glared at him, but he had already walked away.

"Need money? Call me, I won't treat you badly." He smirked at me, giving me a greasy wink, his words laced with ambiguity.

I understand what he means.

It was a suggestion that I could sell myself to him.

In my past life, after my family went bankrupt, many men wanted to take me as their sugar daddy.

Snowflakes began to fall from the sky at some unknown time.

The sharp, knife-like wind, carrying icy snowflakes, relentlessly slashed at my face.

The black sedan was quickly covered in a layer of snow. I was shivering with cold. I wanted to wait in the hotel, but I was afraid of missing him.

Tonight, no matter what, I must ask him in person to give my mother an explanation.

...

Just as I was crouching by the car, barely able to hold on any longer, I heard the sound of leather shoes clattering on the concrete. Among them were familiar, steady, and powerful footsteps.

I excitedly grabbed the car body and stood up.

Fu Yanshen was in the car next to me. His bodyguard was holding a black umbrella for him. Under the lights, he stood in the golden snow.

He was clearly taken aback when he saw me suddenly appear.

He stared at me intently, his eyes seemingly brimming with an unknown emotion, and his Adam's apple, protruding above the top button of his shirt, bobbed up and down.

I snapped out of my daze and quickly said, "Fu... Fu Yanshen, my mom sent me to find you—"

My voice is trembling from being frozen for so long.

Before he could finish speaking, he opened the opposite car door, bent down, and got in.

I immediately opened the car door on this side, bent down, and looked down at him sitting inside, wanting to finish what I had to say.

“Come up and say.”

The man turned his head, glanced at me, and said coldly.

I was taken aback.

It's just a matter of a word; I don't want to get in his car.

I'll leave right after I finish speaking—

"drive."

Before I could finish speaking, he gave the driver a stern order.

Afraid that he had really left, I immediately crawled inside.

Inside the spacious and luxurious carriage, the temperature gradually rose, and the air was filled with a clean and refreshing woody scent, without any annoying smell of smoke.

The car was already moving slowly. The man had his head slightly lowered, his eyes closed, and his fingers pinching his brow bone, looking impatient.

What do you want from me?

He turned his head to the side, his dark eyes scrutinizing me, and asked in a calm tone.

Just as I was about to speak, he threw a soft white towel at me, which covered my head perfectly.

The temperature inside the carriage rose, the snowflakes on my head started to melt, and my ears began to feel hot; I was likely going to catch a cold again.

Achoo!

I covered my nose and sneezed. "My mother sent me to beg you to let the Sheng family go."

As soon as the sound faded, the carriage fell silent.

I turned my head and met Fu Yanshen's handsome face with its three-dimensional and deep features. He narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on me, looking thoughtful.

I was surprised that he didn't immediately humiliate me.

"I

I know you're unlikely to agree, but I came to you to give my mother an explanation. She's desperate and wanted to try this, so she asked me to come and give it a shot. I told him the truth.

In the dimly lit carriage, Fu Yanshen stared at me without saying a word. The only sound in the carriage was the faint hum of the heater.

His gaze grew increasingly intense, and I seemed to see a flicker of darkness rising in his eyes, but it vanished in an instant.

Fu Yanshen snapped out of his reverie, a distinct smile playing on his lips, his dark eyes gleaming.

"How do you know I won't let the Sheng family off the hook if you don't try?"

His deep voice, with a slightly husky and magnetic quality, was full of unspoken meaning, subtly hinting at...ambiguity.

"What do you mean?" I asked without thinking, completely bewildered.

He looked at me, patted his thigh, and gestured to me silently.

Does he mean I should sell my body to please him and beg him?

"Stop the car!" I said in a deep voice, reaching out to open the car door as I had done last time.

Just as I was about to get up, he grabbed my arm, and in the next instant, I fell into his arms. The man's strong arms held me tightly, and a faint smell of alcohol enveloped me.

"Fu Yanshen, you're drunk," I said coldly.

"No, I only had a small glass of Wuliangye. Nobody dares to force me to drink anymore." He rested his chin on my shoulder, turned his face to the side, and as he spoke, his hot breath sprayed into my ear.

How much he drinks, or whether anyone dares to force him to drink, is none of my business. What are you talking to me about?

I was only angry at his sudden intimate behavior.

We're divorced. He has a girlfriend now, and he just asked me to use my body to please him!

Scumbag!

"Sheng Qiaoqiao, I've discovered that I'm still interested in your body." The man's warm breath brushed against my ear, his voice deep and magnetic.

"Spend a few days with me, make me happy, and maybe I'll let the Sheng family off the hook," he added.

Understanding what he meant, I turned around, intending to hit him.

My hand froze in mid-air, hesitant to bring it down.

I don't have the slightest confidence or courage to offend him now. If I anger him, he could easily kill me with a single move.

"Fu Yanshen, you love Shi Jin so much, and you want me to be your lover for a few days? How can you do this to her?" I asked calmly, also to remind him not to let lust cloud his judgment and betray his beloved.

As soon as I finished speaking, Fu Yanshen tightened his grip on me, pressing my body against his chest repeatedly, as if he wanted to embed me into his very bones.