"You, please stop talking." Yuan Jiang's face turned pale, and pitiful tears fell one by one. Her slender fingers clutched the bed sheet, as if she had been hit hard, sobbing in grievance and discomfort: "Brother."
Fu Xiaoheng sneered, suppressing the terrifying violence in his chest. His slender, bony fingers tore off the quilt on her body, and his deep, cold eyes stared at the red marks all over her delicate skin. He asked in a hoarse voice, "Yuan Jiang, you are already my woman. Do you think I will still watch you being with Fu Ce?"
"Brother? The baby called me husband last night. What? Did you forget?"
Yuan Jiang bit her lip, her round and cute toes curled up slightly, and a few crystal clear tears hung on her thick and curled eyelashes. Her little face turned pale and red, and she said sobbingly: "But the person I like is Fu Ce, not you."
"I don't care who you like." Fu Xiaoheng was so angry that he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't. His heart ached and his eyes were filled with a sinister and fierce scarlet. He approached Yuan Jiang and pinched her jaw fiercely, forcing her to look up and look at him. He said harshly, "You think love can be whatever you want, but last night, you took the initiative to seduce me, climbed into my bed, and even called me husband, asking me to kiss you, hug you, and love you."
"Don't try to deny it. If you dare to say you forgot, I'll strangle you to death right now!"
As confused and infatuated as he was last night, he was as furious now. It was Yuan Jiang who had been pestering him, but now he looked like he was being bullied by her.
You actually call him Big Brother?
Fu Xiaoheng's fingers gradually pinched her harder, wishing he could strangle her to death.
"Hiss~" Yuan Jiang gasped with a pale face, and his thin shoulders trembled: "It hurts..."
"It's okay if it hurts, Yuan Jiang. Break off the engagement with Fu Ce, do you understand?" Fu Xiaoheng roughly released her jaw and ordered in a cold voice.
Yuan Jiang drooped her little face and sobbed twice: "But..."
"No buts, or do you want everyone to know that you climbed into the bed of your fiancé's brother?" Fu Xiaoheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and his tone was domineering and overbearing. He stared deeply at Yuan Jiang: "Baby, I don't want you to be ruined."
Yuan Jiang's face completely lost all color, her plump, soft lips trembled, and her voice was extremely weak: "I, I understand."
Fu Xiaoheng chuckled with satisfaction and pressed his warm palm against her soft, concave waist: "Baby, tell me, what are you going to do?"
Yuan Jiang shrank back and said, "Keep your distance from Fu Ce."
"What else?" Fu Xiaoheng held her shoulders, bit her swollen lower lip, and rubbed it slowly, his eyes narrowed with a dangerous light: "Baby, think carefully before you answer."
The girl's frail body trembled uncontrollably. Her pale lips were swollen and red from being bitten by him. Hot tears welled up in her eyes. Pain and pity condensed between her beautiful brows. Her voice was so low that it was only a whisper: "But... what is the meaning of our relationship like this?"
"Am I a bad woman who cheated on my husband? Or are you the mistress who hooked up with your brother's wife?"
"Are we having an affair?"
"Fu Xiaoheng, this is immoral."
"Fu Ce himself is an illegitimate child, what morals can he have?" Fu Xiaoheng released her soft lips, rested his forehead against hers, and his rough and warm fingers lingered on her delicate skin.
Yuan Jiang couldn't help but tremble, and her upper body leaned back, but she didn't know that this posture would put her better into Fu Xiaoheng's arms.
Fu Xiaoheng casually lowered his head and took her earlobe in his mouth, then said word by word, in a drawling tone: "Sister-in-law, this isn't an affair."
"It's just... a trial marriage at best."
"?" Yuan Jiang was stunned for a moment.
"Brother, help your younger brother to try out the wife he picked. If you are satisfied, the wife will be yours." Fu Xiaoheng curled his lips and chuckled: "After you get home, you will cancel the engagement with Fu Ce and get engaged to me. Do you understand?"
Yuan Jiang pursed her lips and said nothing.
Fu Xiaoheng frowned, reached out his hand, and pried open her fingers that were tightly gripping the bed sheet one by one, forcing them to interlock with his: "Wife, answer."
Ever since he met Yuan Jiang last night, Fu Xiaoheng always wanted to get close to her. Just smelling the rich fragrance on her body made him want to lose control.
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