This is someone else's house.

Fu Wenzhou's height of nearly 1.9 meters made her appear very petite.

He held her waist and kissed her, her hands instinctively gripping her clothes, her toes forced to rise, enduring his domineering violation.

Not long after, Fu Wenzhou released her.

Her legs gave way, and she fell into the man's arms again.

Fu Wenzhou chuckled.

His laughter resonated from his chest, right next to her ear, striking her eardrum through a layer of fabric.

Her face turned even paler, while her earlobes turned bright red. She was breathing rapidly, feeling as if she had just suffocated to death in his tight, uninterrupted kiss.

Hearing him laugh, she suppressed her anger but was furious: "Fu Wenzhou, haven't you made enough of a scene?!"

"I wasn't making a scene." Fu Wenzhou loosened his grip slightly, reaching out to caress her bright red lips, which he had ravaged, with great satisfaction.

A terrifying aura churned in his eyes. "Youyou, I don't like how pale you always look."

Song Qingyou was taken aback.

Then I heard him say, "I will find the best doctor to cure your illness. I want you to live a healthy life, even if it costs me my life..."

He spoke as if he were saying sweet words, or perhaps making some kind of vow.

Hearing this, Song Qingyou's heart skipped a beat. She quickly covered his mouth and said sternly, "Don't talk nonsense!"

Fu Wenzhou was stunned for a moment, then his long, slender eyes curved into a happy smile: "Okay, I misspoke. I want to grow old with Youyou and stay together forever."

"You...you're so boring. Do you think you're still a teenager?" Song Qingyou appeared calm on the surface, but her mind was in complete turmoil because of this person.

She said with a stern face, "I told you, Fu Wenzhou, even without Fu Tingshen, I wouldn't be with you..."

As she spoke, the man took her fingertips into his mouth.

She paused, her breath catching in her throat.

Fu Wenzhou lifted his eyelids and smiled like a mad dog: "This isn't something you can decide."

Five minutes later, Song Qingyou was forcibly taken into the car by the man.

She lost her balance and fell back in her seat. Fu Wenzhou grabbed her hand, looked at it, and then lifted her skirt.

Song Qingyou was shocked: "Fu Wenzhou! What are you doing? Cough cough cough cough..."

Fu Wenzhou said, "Check where you're injured. What are you panicking about?"

Song Qingyou coughed a few times, covering her mouth. In a moment of carelessness, her skirt was lifted up, revealing the fine cuts on her calves from the glass shards she had sustained the night before.

Fu Wenzhou frowned and simply took off her shoes and socks as well.

Several tiny bloodstains were visible on her fair, jade-like feet.

It's an eyesore to look at.

Song Qingyou curled her toes, trying to pull them back, but Fu Wenzhou's eyes darkened as he looked at her cute, round toes, and he pulled her back.

It felt icy cold to the touch, like it had been soaked in ice water.

The romantic notion he had felt vanished instantly.

"Why are you so cold?" As he spoke, he had already tucked her feet into his clothes.

It was pressed tightly against his waist and abdomen.

A warm feeling swept over me like fire, spreading upwards from the soles of my feet.

The temperature wasn't hot, but Song Qingyou felt like her feet were on fire.

"Fu Wenzhou, let go... Ugh!"

Fu Wenzhou, thoroughly annoyed, shut her up, shutting up her little mouth that always wanted to get rid of her.

A car stopped not far away.

Fu Tingshen got out of the car with President Ruan and glanced at the car parked next to him. He happened to see Song Qingyou being kissed by Fu Wenzhou.

Her eyes were closed, her eyelashes glistening with a hint of moisture, trembling uneasily, and the corners of her eyes were tinged with a rouge-like red.

Her slender body was pinned down by the man, and from Fu Tingshen's perspective, it looked as if the two had become one.

Fu Tingshen's expression changed drastically!

When Fu Tingshen saw them, Song Qingyou opened her eyes and saw him too.

She paused for a moment, then pushed Fu Wenzhou hard.

The force was like a kitten pushing him, but it sent a surge of lust through Fu Wenzhou.

Then Fu Tingshen's voice was heard: "Fu Wenzhou! What the hell are you doing?!"

Fu Wenzhou then understood why Song Qingyou had pushed him.

He reluctantly released her lips, listened to her rapid breathing, and couldn't resist leaning in to peck her twice.

Song Qingyou was nearly killed by her kiss.

I just felt that Fu Wenzhou was chewing on things like a dog.

After finishing his kiss, he pushed her into the car, wrapped her in his coat, slammed the car door shut, turned around, leaned lazily against the door, clicked his tongue impatiently, and looked at Fu Tingshen: "What's wrong, Uncle? You're interfering with my wife's intimacy?"

Fu Tingshen was so angry that his face turned green. He pointed at the figure in the car, his anger blazing: "Don't think I don't know that the person inside is Song Qingyou!"

Fu Wenzhou looked at him like he was an idiot, not taking his uncle seriously at all: "So what if it's Song Qingyou, or not? Just because she married you doesn't mean she can't find someone else after the divorce."

Fu Tingshen gritted his teeth: "That bitch..."

"Fu Tingshen, do you believe I can kill you?" Fu Wenzhou smiled, but his eyes were full of murderous intent.

Even Fu Tingshen was stunned.

Fu Wenzhou is a notorious mad dog. Not to mention himself, even his father would turn on him in an instant, showing no regard for face.

Fu Wenzhou didn't care, but Fu Tingshen cherished his reputation. He calmed down a bit and realized that President Ruan was still behind him, so he had to suppress the nameless anger surging in his heart.

He glared fiercely into the car and said coldly, "Wenzhou, we're family, after all. Don't resort to such foul language over a little trinket."

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