"The soup contains several kinds of nourishing herbs. When my wife was pregnant with our eldest son, she often drank this soup."

Sun Ma started working for the Sheng family when she was a teenager, from serving Sheng Linghan's father to raising Sheng Linghan.

Sheng Linghan's biological mother suffered from prenatal depression during her pregnancy, and shortly after giving birth to her son, she caught her husband cheating on her with her best friend.

Just after Sheng Linghan turned one year old, the woman climbed to the top floor and jumped off.

When Aunt Sun suddenly mentioned his mother, a hint of worry appeared between Sheng Linghan's brows.

Fu Yu gave Sun Ma a meaningful look, smoothed the wrinkles between his brows, and pushed the bowl of soup that Sun Ma had poured a little further away.

"I don't want to drink it, honey, I don't want to drink it."

"I don't need to take medicine."

"Young Madam, this is not medicine, it's not bitter."

"I won't drink, I won't drink, I just won't drink."

Fu Yu nestled in Sheng Linghan's arms and acted coquettishly.

"Young Master, what about the Old Master..."

"If she doesn't want to drink, then she doesn't have to. I'll explain to Grandpa."

Grandma Sun clutched the insulated bag tightly in her hand, the edges of which were deeply embedded in her calloused palm.

She watched as Fu Yufu whispered a few words in Sheng Linghan's ear.

This child, who was usually so serious, actually showed a shy smile.

He cleared his hoarse throat and asked her to leave as soon as possible.

She truly is a vixen in the making.

Every gesture he made reeked of a foul, pungent stench.

Suppressing her anger, Sun Ma left the CEO's office, just as the door was about to close.

She saw Fu Yu raise an eyebrow at her smugly.

Despicable and shameless.

This kind of woman is not worthy of Sheng Linghan at all.

Fu Yu withdrew her gaze, her fingers landing on his collarbone, then slowly sliding down to his Adam's apple, kneading it gently.

The delicate Adam's apple seemed like clay that could be molded at will.

"Wife..."

"Shhh."

Fu Yu covered his mouth, straddled the leather seat, and sank her knees deep into the leather cushion.

"I didn't tell you to speak, so don't say anything."

Fu Yu pulled out her black lace belt and covered Sheng Linghan's eyes.

The belt still carried the fragrance of Fu Yu.

Today, Fu Yu is wearing a loose-fitting, one-piece dress, which is only held in place by a belt.

Removing her belt meant that her skirt had come undone.

Sheng Linghan's swallowing sound became a bit hoarse.

His wife's knees were pressed against his leg muscles.

Her fair skin turns bright red, almost to the point of bleeding, if you apply too much pressure.

Even without seeing anything, just imagining the scene makes Sheng Linghan's heart involuntarily clench.

He once thought that his aversion to women and his detachment from worldly desires were innate.

It turns out, it's just that I haven't met someone I'm physically attracted to.

Suddenly, burning hot skin was pressed against a cold object.

Very sharp, pointed.

As the cool touch slid down, Sheng Linghan's shirt split in two.

"So much time has passed, how much has the poison in my husband's body subsided?"

"Do you want your wife to help you dig out the Gu worms and solve the problem once and for all?"

Fu Yu pressed the tip of the knife against Sheng Linghan's abdominal muscles. The well-defined abdominal muscles were like a branding iron, with a hardness comparable to a stainless steel dinner knife.

Just as Sheng Linghan was about to speak, a loud slap landed on his face.

"I told you, you're not allowed to speak."

Fu Yu didn't use much force, but Sheng Linghan's face was still knocked to the side.

He twitched his cheek, still seemingly wanting more.

There's a contradictory feeling, like a wronged wife mixed with a masochist.

"When you were nagging me, you didn't give me a time to explain."

"So now my husband can't speak either."

Fu Yu held up the knife hilt, her voice neither hurried nor slow, sounding like praise, yet also like teasing, "Judging from your husband's expression, he seems to really like it."

Sheng Linghan's breathing quickened.

He cannot speak.

But his reaction says it all.

Qi Wen arrived at the office door right on time and quietly stuck his finger to the door.

Although the office is well soundproofed, some unintelligible noises can still be heard.

It's like someone is slapping another person in the face.

Could it be Young Master Sheng...?

Young master wouldn't hit a woman!

As expected, when Qi Wen saw his wife downstairs, he glanced at Sheng Linghan in the lounge.

There were several clear handprints on his face.

Tsk tsk tsk.

What have they done to a perfectly good child?!

Qi Wen clasped his hands together and secretly downloaded educational films like Fifty Shades of Grey, hoping that if he accidentally bumped into them next time, he wouldn't blush or have his heart skip a beat.

When Qi Wen returned to the president's office, Sheng Linghan had already changed into a suit.

But the handprint on his face was still clearly visible.

“Investigate Chen Wen thoroughly. I suspect that he is the one who created the negative public opinion about Fu Yu.”

"But the young mistress doesn't like Chen..."

"She only loves me, from the very beginning until now, only me, understand?"

Qi Wen nodded vigorously.

Okay, okay, you've been inseparable since the beginning of time, alright?

Sheng Linghan picked up the invitation from the trash can.

Put it in the shredder.

In an instant, Chen Wen and Fu Qian's engagement photos were reduced to fragments.

"Even if Ayu only has me in her heart, Chen Wen cannot be allowed to live..."

"Chen Wen is too deeply tied to the Fu family. I will definitely find a way to make them disappear without a trace without disturbing the young mistress. I will absolutely not disturb your happy life with the young mistress."

Sheng Linghan smirked, "You've improved in your work."

Of course, you learn by exposure.

Qi Wen narrowed his eyes. He had always regarded Sheng Linghan as his idol and learned from his decisiveness and ruthlessness.

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