Chapter 147 Sheng Qiaoqiao, You Have No Heart



I want to tell him that I don't need his pity.

But the pain was so intense that I didn't have the strength to speak. It felt like my stomach was being burned open by fire, and my back was covered in cold sweat.

Suddenly, a feeling of fullness washed over me, as if it were splitting me in two. I looked up and screamed, tears streaming down my face.

Through his hazy vision, Fu Yanshen's lips curled into a cold smile, "A woman like you, so fickle and easily swayed—"

He humiliated me, then stopped halfway through his sentence, no longer thrusting his hips forcefully. The man's dark, deep eyes were fixed on me, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Do you really have a stomachache?" He parted his thin lips slightly, his tone indifferent and devoid of any emotion.

"Ugh!" I gasped for breath with my eyes closed, my fists clenched tightly.

"ah--"

Just when I thought Fu Yanshen might let me go, he suddenly dug deeper. I screamed and opened my eyes to find his cold and ruthless face.

"I wish you were dead from the pain, Sheng Qiaoqiao. Do you know how many times you deserve to die?" His cold and gloomy voice seemed to come from hell.

The man's dark eyes were fixed on me, his intense hatred manifesting in each thrust. I bit my lower lip tightly, enduring wave after wave of churning in my stomach.

It felt like an eternity before he finally buried his face in my neck and let out a satisfied sigh.

His breathing was heavy, his lips and the tip of his nose pressed tightly against the skin of my neck and shoulders, sucking deeply. We were pressed closely together, drenched in sweat.

Fu Yanshen suddenly grabbed my wrist and threw my hand onto the back of his head...

He wanted me to hug him.

I hesitated for a moment, then withdrew my hand without granting his request.

The man suddenly rolled off the bed, his back to me, and coldly uttered a single word: "Get out!"

I endured the stomach pain, got up, and struggled to get out of bed to return to the guest room.

I need to take medicine for my stomach.

I ordered some medicine that I used to take when I had stomach pains on a food delivery app, and soon the doorbell rang.

When the door opened, the person standing there wasn't the delivery guy, but Lin Xiao.

His forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, and he looked hurried.

"Is President Fu's stomach problem acting up again? He ordered me over the phone to send medicine over within ten minutes. I'm so worried..." Lin Xiao said breathlessly, handing me a box of imported special medicine.

I recognize this medicine; I used to keep it on hand for Fu Yanshen.

Ha, he's still the same as ever, tormenting me while simultaneously caring for me.

However, I can understand why he hates me this time.

He miraculously survived and reunited with me, but I was cold-blooded and heartless, refusing to be with him no matter what.

Just after seeing Lin Xiao off, Fu Yanshen walked out of the master bedroom. He ignored me and went straight to the water bar.

The doorbell rang again.

"Miss Sheng? Here is the medicine you ordered." This time it was the delivery driver.

I took the medicine and went back to the living room. Fu Yanshen was sitting at the bar drinking water.

Under the dim yellow light of the panel lights, he wore a dark blue silk robe, which made his handsome face appear even more pale and noble, exuding an aloof and distant aura.

"Fu Yanshen, thank you for the medicine." I broke the silence. "However, my stomach needs to take medicine that I bought myself. I can take care of myself now, and I don't need your concern anymore."

I calmly told him the truth, while also wanting to tell him that I no longer depend on him.

The man looked up at me, his thin lips pressed into a thin line.

Suddenly, with a "crash," he crushed the glass in his hand with his bare hands.

My heart skipped a beat.

Soon, bright red blood slowly seeped out from between his tightly clenched fingers, the vivid red contrasting sharply against the cold white, a sight that was jarring to the eye.

He seemed oblivious, staring at me with a resentful look in his eyes.

Fearing he would torture me further, I picked up the orange-yellow medicine bag and hurried back to my room.

When will this madman finally let me go?

Back in my room, I swallowed several pills dry and immediately curled up in bed to rest.

After my stomach pain subsided, I became drowsy, and in my hazy state of consciousness, I fell into a warm embrace.

When I woke up, the bedside was empty; he was nowhere to be seen. After I washed up, he was still not in the outer room. It seemed he had left long ago.

After leaving his mansion, I went to the pharmacy across the street and bought emergency contraception and long-term contraception. Fu Yanshen didn't use a condom last night, and I'm afraid I'll get pregnant again...

As soon as I left the pharmacy, I stepped into the blazing sunlight to evaporate my depressed mood.

...

In my office, I was working on a project proposal when my phone rang, and a familiar number appeared on the screen.

"Come to my office." The man's cold, deep voice came through the receiver.

I gritted my teeth and said, "Okay."

Soon, amidst the gossipy, disdainful, and envious glances of my colleagues, I knocked on the door of the president's office.

As soon as I entered the room, I picked up the remote control and pulled down the curtains of all the windows, blocking everyone's view.

Now, everyone in the company knows that I am Fu Yanshen's mistress, and that I use my body to obtain resources for the artists under our management.

Fu Yanshen humiliated me in this way, making me unable to hold my head up in the company. He also wanted to tell me that I could have been the boss's wife, but I didn't know what was good for me.

I sat on the cold marble desk, my long, slender, white legs wrapped around the man's waist, my high heels threatening to slip off.

The dimly lit, enclosed space was filled with an atmosphere of ambiguity.

Fu Yan buried his face in my neck and sucked hard. I frowned in pain. He did it on purpose, leaving ambiguous marks in conspicuous places on my body.

At first, I protested, but he scoffed, "It's just a toy, what right does it have to choose its own preferences?"

"hiss--"

He suddenly grabbed my chin and bit my lip hard, making me wince in pain.

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