He didn't push me away, and let me hug him.

My arms tightened around me, like a drowning person desperately clinging to a piece of driftwood.

The pungent smell of alcohol and body odor, along with the homeless man's cursing, grew closer, but Fu Yanshen remained motionless. I turned my head.

A vagrant with a full beard and wearing tattered clothes attacked him.

He calmly raised his long leg, and his shiny black leather shoe kicked the other man in the chest. The homeless man staggered backward and fell to the ground.

He let out a painful groan.

I buried my face in his chest again, rubbing against him like a cat, oblivious to everything else.

"Miss Jiang, please let go of me." A cold and indifferent male voice came from above.

I looked up, let go of his hand, and took a step back, only to fall back into his arms. "I'm dizzy, I can't stand up..."

Fu Yanshen gripped my arms with both hands, pulling me away from his embrace. Then, he turned me around, making me lean against the lamppost, and let go, walking away coldly.

I took a step forward, following his back, and when I reached his side, I hugged his arm.

"Mr. Fu, that homeless man is chasing me again!"

The man scoffed coldly, but didn't break free from me.

I was secretly pleased, thinking that he tacitly approved of me clinging to him, taking his arm, and following in his footsteps to the side of the road.

Ignoring the effects of alcohol, I brazenly climbed into the car before the driver could open it for me.

I thought he would pull me down, fasten my seatbelt, and hold on tightly to the handrail above the roof.

"Fu Yanshen, you can't leave me there. There are many homeless people in London. I'm drunk, and it's dangerous for me to be alone. I'll be picked up by a drunkard!"

Seeing him get into the car, I looked at his cold, handsome face through the dim light and said loudly.

The man narrowed his eyes, glanced at me, and sat down.

He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes to rest, his long fingers loosening the knot of his tie with a slight pull, revealing the large Adam's apple bobbing at the collar of his shirt.

This sexual tension is deadly...

I swallowed hard.

My head was spinning more and more. I shook my head, trying to stay calm so as not to do anything out of line that would arouse Leng Xiao's suspicion and put him in a difficult situation.

With that thought in my mind, I unbuckled my seatbelt, stood up, took two steps, and then fell directly into his arms, draping my arms around his neck.

"Mr. Fu, you are so handsome."

I looked directly at his handsome face and sincerely praised him.

The man lowered his eyes, his face expressionless. "Miss, please have some self-respect."

Miss, please have some self-respect.

Listening to his words, I suddenly recalled my past self, who had flirted with him in the same way.

I smiled and pressed my lips close to his thin lips. "What if I... don't?"

The man's eyes darkened, and his large hand gripped my waist through my clothes, trying to push me away. But I felt a tingling sensation in my waist and couldn't help but kiss his lips.

The cool touch, with a hint of tobacco, was a familiar sensation. In an instant, my tongue slipped into his mouth, sucking wildly, the hormonal scent that haunted my dreams in the dead of night.

My hands, through the fabric, wantonly caressed and grasped his body, kissing him deeper and deeper, as if I wanted to absorb him into my very bones.

The man's warm, rough hands gripped the back of my neck, forcefully pulling me away. In his dazed gaze, his dark eyes churned with a deep, turbulent light, his Adam's apple bobbed, and his chest heaved dramatically.

That's how I remember him when he was moved.

His expression was utterly cold as he said in a chilling tone, "Do you want me to throw you out of the car?"

I am not afraid of him at all.

The alcohol had clouded my senses, and I was burning up. He was right in front of me, and I was sitting in his lap, his heat pressing against me.

Looking at the man in the suit and tie, aloof and reserved, I felt breathless, swallowed hard, and kissed him passionately and fiercely once again.

He was clearly taken aback for a moment, and the next instant, his large hand cupped the back of my head, his tongue entwined with mine, and he kissed me passionately, his mouth completely sealed by my lips, saliva spilling from the corner of my mouth.

Inside the moving, private carriage, an atmosphere of ambiguity arose.

The metal belt buckle made a chilling crack, and my body was turned around so that my back was to him. Realizing what he was about to do, I felt an even greater emptiness and longing deep inside me.

The moment we merged, I looked up and screamed, "Fu..."

Her fingertips dug deeply into his arm, her back pressed tightly against his chest, her mouth agape, breathing in the ambiguous air.

Behind me, his nose pressed against the back of my neck, his hot breath spraying onto my skin, bringing a slightly itchy sensation. I tensed up, and I heard him let out a low pant.

The man no longer gave me time to adjust or catch my breath; passion and unbridled behavior...

When I regained consciousness, I was lying on the hotel bed, feeling dizzy and disoriented, with the faint sound of running water reaching my ears.

The frosted glass reflected a blurry figure.

It is Fu Yanshen.

We couldn't wait to get started in the car... He even brought me to the hotel later.

Just then, with a "whoosh," the bathroom sliding door was pulled open from the inside.

My eyes were completely drawn to the eight-pack abs.

Each muscle is sculpted, with well-defined lines, taut and powerful.

Two deep V-lines, like ravines, extend downwards and disappear under the bath towel, stirring the imagination.

I struggled to look away, upwards—

His chest and below were smooth, without a single scar. The burns on his calves, and even the tiny self-inflicted scars on his arms, were all gone.

At this moment, he was facing away from me, bending over to wipe his shiny black hair, and the scars on his back had disappeared.

He must have had cosmetic surgery to remove his scars.

Why do we need to remove it?

Still hungover, my mind was a complete blank, and I was unable to think.

Then, the man's hot body pressed down on me again, and his burning kiss landed on the back of my neck.

While I still had a sliver of reason left, I thought: He must have recognized me through my breath, my kisses, the intimacy of our physical contact, and the feeling of our bodies merging together... that's why he had sex with me.

In an instant, all reason was shattered by him.

...

After a passionate night, I woke up to find it was already noon on the first day of the Lunar New Year.

The bedside was empty; I was all alone on the luxurious five-star hotel bed.

Fu Yanshen, where are the others?

I looked around, but he was nowhere to be seen in the large inner room.

I subconsciously touched the skin on my cheek and felt a slightly cool sensation. I pinched it, but it didn't hurt, which meant it was still there...

Did he recognize me last night?

If not, then it's equivalent to him having a one-night stand with a stranger...

No way, he must have recognized me.

Even if I recognized him, I couldn't acknowledge him as my father.

I belatedly realized that I had acted too impulsively last night.

She actually took advantage of her drunkenness, recklessly pursued and flirted with him, and ended up sleeping with him.