Chapter 6: Yu Zao, apologize to me, and we can start over.
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The sharp scent of peppermint clung to Fu Shiyong, permeating the cramped, shabby room with an inexplicable suffocating pressure.
“Mr. Fu, you’re drunk. Please let go of me, I—”
Bang!
Before Yu Zao could finish speaking, the man grabbed her wrist roughly and threw her onto the creaking, secondhand bed in the bedroom.
The back of her head scraped against the hard headboard.
If not for his large, knotted hands quickly cushioning the impact, she would have surely hit her head and bled profusely by now.
“Yu Zao, you’d rather be a mistress to someone else, live a life that’s neither human nor ghost, than admit you were wrong. Leaving me was your mistake?!”
His low roar seemed capable of shattering five years of silence.
That voice—always deep, magnetic, and irresistibly seductive, the kind that could make every woman’s heart flutter—now pierced Yu Zao like a thousand sharp knives, mercilessly stabbing into a heart already rotted and shattered.
The man’s broad body pressed down on her, radiating intense heat, pinning her firmly in his embrace.
His familiar warm, moist lips brushed against her skin, sending tingling waves through her.
He said, “Yu Zao, apologize to me. Say you regret it. Say you want to come back to me and Yi Yi, that you want to live a life of wealth and honor with me!”
He was even more intoxicated now.
“Little Fish, if you just kneel and beg, humbly tell me you can’t live without me, I can…”
“What can you?”
Yu Zao remained silent. In the darkness, her once-dimmed, extinguished eyes reflected an unshakable calm.
She even began to slowly remove the sweat-soaked clothes from her body.
Her graceful figure writhed sinuously like a silver serpent as she straddled Fu Shiyong’s waist.
A woman’s innate charm, gentle as an orchid.
“Mr. Fu, if I become your mistress, will you pay me millions to support me?”
The side effects of the medication churned within her, wrenching every fiber of her being.
The metallic taste in her throat forced her to stifle waves of dry heaving.
Feigning seduction, her delicate, pale hands reached to undo the man’s expensive limited-edition belt.
“Fine then. Brother Yang’s wife has been strict with him lately; my income this month is pitifully low anyway~”
Provocative and shameless!
Yu Zao’s performance in front of Fu Shiyong had become second nature.
As expected, in less than a minute, she was tossed from the bed like garbage.
The cold, damp wooden floor hit her hard—it really hurt.
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Outside, the LED screen continuously looped the latest news.
Fu Shiyong, holding Yi Yi closely, smiled warmly with Yu Yue, painting a picture of a sweet, happy family of three.
The glaring neon light reflected mockingly into the room, spreading thickly over Yu Zao, who was almost shattered beyond repair.
“Mr. Fu, aren’t you done playing? You’ve been on my bed, so the payment for the night is non-negotiable.”
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