Lu Zhiwei was pinned against the French windows of the villa by Shen Jinmo.
The man's hand was around her slender waist, and his expensive shirt was still intact, with not a single button undone.
It is clear that this joy came with extraordinary urgency.
Lu Zhiwei's eyes were red and swollen, filled with the lights of thousands of homes.
The person behind her was her husband.
We've been married for three years.
They were very compatible on this matter.
Shen Jinmo was greedy and lustful, while Lu Zhiwei was obedient and compliant. No matter when or where, she could satisfy all his desires.
They didn't communicate much verbally, but physical interaction was indispensable.
In Shen Jinmo's words, if something can be solved with the body, why bother with words?
He turned her over, pinched her delicate chin, and said, "Look at me carefully with those eyes."
Lu Zhiwei's eyelashes trembled slightly as she slowly raised her eyes to meet the man's clear and bright face.
He smiled contentedly, completely lost in her bright and clear eyes, and withdrew all the passion in his body.
"Go downstairs to take your medicine. I'm going to take a shower first. I have something to tell you later." Shen Jinmo resumed his usual cold expression, gave the instructions as usual, and then got up to go to the bathroom to shower.
Taking medicine is something I always do afterward.
The conversation that took place afterward was the first of its kind in three years.
Ignoring the stickiness on her body, Lu Zhiwei straightened her clothes and went downstairs.
The nanny, Aunt Chen, brought a bowl of prepared Chinese medicine to her: "Madam, would you like some sugar added to today's medicine?"
"No need." Lu Zhiwei took the bowl of medicine, tilted her head back, and drank it.
A pungent bitter taste spread in my mouth.
Lu Zhiwei is not delicate; she can endure hardship.
Aunt Chen made sure she had finished drinking before taking the bowl into the kitchen.
When they first got their marriage certificate, Shen Jinmo said that he didn't want to have children, so he needed her to use contraception long-term.
What Lu Zhiwei didn't understand was that nowadays there are long-acting contraceptives and emergency contraceptives, so why did he act like an ancient emperor, forcing her to drink this whole bowl of Chinese medicine every time?
Shen Jinmo came downstairs, his black, tousled hair still dripping with water. He was wearing a set of black pajamas, and his tall, slender figure exuded an aura of nobility and arrogance.
I sat down on the sofa.
Shen Jinmo calmly took out a file about an orphanage from behind him and placed it on the table: "I've found the person I'm looking for."
Lu Zhiwei's beautiful eyes widened in surprise. Her gaze followed the information sheet, and the woman in the photo was Xia Wanying, whom she had been searching for for ten years.
Those eyes were exactly the same as hers!
Lu Zhiwei laughed self-deprecatingly.
On countless passionate nights, he would kiss her eyes, becoming deeply infatuated, not because he liked her.
Rather, she was fortunate enough to have the same eyes as that woman.
"Congratulations!" Lu Zhiwei said with a smile, suppressing a bittersweet feeling.
Shen Jinmo stared intently at the changes in her expression.
Lu Zhiwei loved him to death. He thought that, given her temperament, although she wouldn't make a big fuss, she would at least not be able to laugh.
Aren't you sad?
"If that's how you ask, then I'll be a little sad as a matter of politeness." Lu Zhiwei's smile faded, revealing some of her true emotions.
It would be a lie to say I'm not upset.
Women are emotional creatures; they would feel heartbroken if a dog sleeping next to them were to go missing, let alone a person.
She wasn't as cold-hearted as Shen Jinmo.
Shen Jinmo frowned slightly, unsure which emotion on her face was genuine.
"Shen Jinmo, I've had you all to myself for three whole years. I should be content to have found a partner like you who's so compatible with me in bed," Lu Zhiwei sighed, forcibly holding back the tears welling up in her eyes.
Three years ago, she had just returned to China when she encountered Shen Jinmo, who was being chased by his enemies. She rescued him and was involved in a car accident, during which a piece of car window glass pierced her lower abdomen.
"What kind of compensation do you need?" Shen Jinmo asked her after she woke up.
Although the man before her had injuries on his face, his face was still as perfect as a god's, and he possessed a unique, aloof, and untamed aura that captivated the soul.
Lu Zhiwei became infatuated with his face and was completely captivated.
At twenty, she was free-spirited and playful, teasing him jokingly: "I want you to repay me with your body."
Unexpectedly, Shen Jinmo agreed immediately, and they quickly got their marriage certificate after being discharged from the hospital.
After the marriage, she discovered that Shen Jinmo had been sending people to look for a girl from an orphanage.
Lu Zhiwei then knew.
This day will come sooner or later.
This marriage, obtained out of gratitude, will not last.
"When are we going to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get our divorce certificate?" Lu Zhiwei composed herself and silently took off the ten-carat diamond ring from her ring finger, placing it on the coffee table.
The dazzling diamond ring is like a radiant teardrop.
It wasn't until the ring slipped off her finger that Lu Zhiwei felt a pang of heartache.
Only when a piece of flesh that had been parasitizing my heart was suddenly ripped out did I begin to feel the pain.
Shen Jinmo's face remained calm.
It's as if what's about to be discarded isn't the wife beside the bed, but a dispensable object.
"Tomorrow morning, I'm canceling the company's morning meeting."
Shen Jinmo was always calm and composed, as if nothing and no one in the world could affect his emotions.
"Okay." Having reached an agreement, Lu Zhiwei stood up.
Shen Jinmo suddenly spoke up to stop her, his brows furrowing slightly: "What kind of compensation do you need?"
Their marriage began with compensation and ended with compensation, forming a perfect closed loop.
Lu Zhiwei dared not look at his face, afraid that if she looked at him a few more times, she would be too caught up in her love and unable to gracefully extricate herself from this marriage.
She raised her head haughtily and took a deep breath: "You've already given yourself to me, so how about I offer you some other form of compensation?"
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