Capítulo 10: It Looks Like I'm Wearing Nothing
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The bedroom door was hastily pushed open, and Fu Lengye gently placed Wen Xiaoya on the bed. His other hand began to unbuckle his belt, and his hot lips continued to maintain an aggressive state. The erotic atmosphere became tenser and tenser.
"Not yet!" Wen Xiaoya took the opportunity to bite on his tongue and tasted rust in her mouth.
Fu Lengye recoiled back from the sudden pain. She reacted quickly and jumped out of his arms. He was going to eat her up if she took one more step forward. She would not let him have his way!
Wen Xiaoya's petite index finger deliberately pressed against a small part on his muscular chest, applying pressure, and her sharp fingernails pierced into his sensitive skin.
"No, no, no, Mr. Fu. We're just a pure partnership." Wen Xiaoya deliberately raised the pitch of her voice, her mischievous voice tinged his heartstrings.
Even for a man as big as Fu Lengye, he obliged and took a few steps back. Four ounces can move a thousand pounds. This was what Cang Lan's former oriental Kung Fu teacher had taught her. She never had the chance to test it on a real person, to her amusement, it had worked. Seeing that Fu Lengye had been completely chased out of the bedroom, she quickly closed the door but stopped to leave the door with a small crack.
She added, "If I have that need, I will inform Mr. Fu Lengye, the best s*x partner I've ever had. However, right now, I just want to sleep, thanks!"
Wen Xiaoya then quickly closed the door, then she made sure to lock the door at least three times. The handsome man outside the door gasped for breath, and then the entire door frame shook slightly.
One could feel the frustration from the trembling door. The arrow that was on the bowstring was ready to be fired. Suddenly, a basin of cold water had been poured on him, and he was forcefully thrown back. It was definitely not a pleasant feeling.
Being rejected like this was undoubtedly a great failure for Fu Lengye.
In September, Grace City was getting colder. The next day, when Wen Xiaoya woke up, it was 7 a.m. in the morning. On the soft king-sized bed, the grayish-white quilt covered her naked body.
Thinking about how she, who had been wandering on the edge of lust last night, had almost been defeated for no reason, she began to fall into deep thought.
She was about to get married to a handsome and rich man with eight-pack abs!
She kept feeling that if she rejected him, it would be Wen Xiaoya who would lose out! However, she still had a lot of business matters to do today, and she did not have the leisure time to be feeling this lustful!
Wen Xiaoya changed into the black and white striped sportswear set she had brought from the Wen family.
She took the opportunity to glance at herself in front of the mirror. After removing the ear stud, nose stud, lip stud, tongue stud, and eyebrow stud, her focus fell on her real appearance. In fact, the original owner's skin was naturally beautiful. Coupled with the temperament of Cang Lan, it could be enough for someone to remember her for a lifetime with just one glance.
Her facial features were exquisite and outstanding, the top of her forehead was high, her bones were beautiful, and her skin was flawless. No matter how she looked at it, there were no features that had any resemblance to the Wen family.
When she looked down, she could not help but swear to herself. These were indeed the original owner's clothes. This black and white striped sportswear had a transparent gauze in between. It clearly covered her from the neck to her ankles, but it was transparent so it looked like nothing was on.
Fortunately, she was wearing conservative underwear. Otherwise, this outfit could definitely be considered a provocative costume.
Wen Xiaoya's 23-year-old figure was very impressive. She had broad shoulders, peach-sized buttocks, and a mermaid carved body feature. The peaks on her chest were also full and round.
When Wen Xiaoya was young, her dream was to become a female star and to pursue her dreams in the entertainment sector. The feeling of being admired by thousands of people and shining on the stage made up for Xiaoya's psychological deficiency from her fake family. Therefore, she could be said to be half an expert in the area of body-building, skin-care, and make-up.
When she gets her revenge in the future, Cang Lan would really want to help Wen Xiaoya fulfill her dreams of becoming a star and let her body shine in front of the camera.
This was also a way to repay the great favor of trading one life for another.
Outside the bedroom door, the butler and servants had waited for a long time. Finally, one of them knocked on the door and spoke, "Mrs. Fu, Mr. Fu is going to China's headquarters to attend to some matters. If you need anything while staying here, just let me know. I'm the butler here, Feng Gu. I've worked here for more than half of my life."
Wen Xiaoya had met this middle-aged butler many times, but this was the first time he had formally introduced himself to her. Moreover, he actually called her Mrs. Fu? It was hard to imagine how Fu Lengye had brought her up in conversations.
"Mr. Fu had asked me to give this to you. There's no password, so you're free to use it however you want."
Feng Gu wore a classic suit. He was well-built and had a perfectly crafted black beard on his face as if he had measured it with a ruler. This was expected of Fu Lengye, everyone had their fair share of being OCD. However, when she held on to this custom-made universal bank card from a wealthy club — which was code-named 'God of Wealth' — she was stunned.
Although she has had all kinds of dramatic encounters since her rebirth, she was definitely not the kind of woman who would rely on her beauty to be a canary. Wen Xiaoya took the self-driving capsule trolley as usual and passed through the animal and botanical gardens to get to the dining area.
In the Fu family, rare delicacies were very common. The secret was that they had a Michelin-starred private chef, so it was difficult for the meals to not be appetizing. Halfway through the meal, she received a bank text message. When she read it, it hung her temporarily relaxed nerves on edge again.
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