Chapter 102 Too Wicked

Chapter 102: So Bad

Fu Xiaqing had a word with Lu Jingtang. When they emerged, Fu Nanyu was leaning against the wall, waiting. He cast his gaze upon Lu Jingtang and asked, "What did he say? Marriage is on the table, but a breakup is out of the question." His question was delivered with complete candor, betraying no intention of discretion.

Lu Jingtang instinctively started to speak, but Fu Xiaqing coughed meaningfully, then gritted his teeth at her in exasperation. "Do you trust him that much? Have you already forgotten what I just taught you?!"

He then pointed an accusing finger at his son, roaring, "What kind of behavior is this! You scoundrel, threatening someone right in front of your own father!"

Fu Nanyu paused, then retorted with shameless defiance, "Then I’ll ask again after you leave."

Fu Xiaqing was momentarily speechless. Just as he was about to unleash another torrent of curses, he suddenly heard Ye Xixi calling him. He instantly forgot his train of thought and hurried off, not forgetting to admonish Lu Jingtang before descending the stairs, "Don’t forget what I told you."

Lu Jingtang nodded emphatically, her expression as solemn and reverent as if she were receiving the Olympic torch.

After Fu Xiaqing departed, the two remained. Before Fu Nanyu could utter a word, Lu Jingtang preempted him, feigning a serious frown. "Don’t ask questions you shouldn’t."

Fu Nanyu wasn't annoyed. He chuckled softly, pinching the soft flesh of her cheek, and remarked with amusement, "Having a backer certainly makes a difference. Your words have a lot more bite now."

Lu Jingtang rubbed her cheek, her eyes drooping, looking both innocent and pathetic. Her rosy lips pouted slightly, much like the little goldfish from *The Adventures of the Little Goldfish*.

Fu Nanyu glanced at her, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and said nonchalantly, "Let’s find a place. I want to kiss you."

"Huh?" Lu Jingtang stared at him blankly, unable to fathom how he had so swiftly leaped to that topic. Before she could fully process it, she was pulled into Fu Nanyu’s room, pressed against the door, and kissed.

The air in the room grew warm, humid, and thick. Fu Nanyu cradled the back of her neck, lowered his head, and captured her lips, prying open her teeth to wantonly steal her breath. Lu Jingtang tried her utmost—she truly did—to respond, but she was kissed until she stumbled backward toward the bed.

The sound of their rapid breathing was enough to make one’s ears burn. Lu Jingtang’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. Overwhelmed, she pounded his chest, but it was futile. Her lips felt numb and sore. As she instinctively tried to pull back, she accidentally grazed him. Fu Nanyu’s breathing instantly grew heavier, as if greatly stimulated, and he fiercely sucked on her lip.

Lu Jingtang couldn’t suppress a soft moan. Her body, weak and limp, collapsed onto the bed. Lying on Fu Nanyu’s bed, she felt as if she were enveloped by a myriad of him. The crisp, pleasant scent of him filled her nostrils, making her senses even more acute. She trembled slightly.

Dazed, she lay under the covers, her forehead damp with sweat. Fu Nanyu leaned over and kissed her again. Still in a state of adjustment, her body was pliant and yielding. She stared blankly at their intertwined fingers. The Buddhist beads on Fu Nanyu’s wrist rubbed against her wrist bone, feeling slightly cool.

She had personally placed those beads on him back in Hong Kong. Perhaps everything had been foreshadowed long ago. If there was anything in this world she truly cared about, it was probably Fu Nanyu’s safety.

Noticing her gaze fixed on the beads, Fu Nanyu followed her line of sight.

The scene felt strangely familiar, as if it had occurred countless times before, momentarily overlapping with certain memories.

Lu Jingtang jolted as it dawned on her: the male ghost who had haunted her erotic dreams was actually Fu Nanyu!

Sensing the shift in her emotions, Fu Nanyu asked, his voice still hoarse, "What are you thinking about?"

"N-nothing," Lu Jingtang stammered, guiltily touching her nose. There was no way she would ever admit that she had been dreaming about him long before they got together. She’d take that embarrassing secret to her grave.

After cleaning her up, Fu Nanyu settled her on the sofa. Lu Jingtang sat obediently, watching him tidy himself. Her eyes wandered from his well-defined pectoral muscles to his taut, sculpted abdomen. The shark-line muscles on his waist tightened appealingly as he raised his arms to put on his clothes, exuding raw masculinity.

After their intense moments, Lu Jingtang’s body was always covered in love bites, while Fu Nanyu’s bore the faint red marks of her nails—across his back, chest, and abs. Whenever she was overwhelmed, she couldn’t help pushing against him, but her sweaty palms would slip, leaving scratches.

To Fu Nanyu, the scratches didn’t hurt at all, but they tickled. Every time her fingertips grazed his skin, a fine, tingling sensation spread through his body, making his abdomen tighten almost unbearably.

Once, feeling guilty about the marks she’d left, Lu Jingtang had wanted to cut her nails short. But Fu Nanyu had refused, calling it part of their intimacy. He insisted on being the one to trim her nails from then on.

Blushing fiercely, Lu Jingtang eyed Fu Nanyu’s powerful, yet not overly bulky, muscles. His fist looked twice the size of hers. She swallowed hard, glanced down at her own petite frame, and couldn’t help asking, "You won’t hit me in the future, will you?" If Fu Nanyu ever turned abusive, she doubted she could withstand even one punch.

Fu Nanyu looked back at her and asked, "What kind of hitting are you referring to? If you mean the kind we just did, then yes, we’ll definitely be ‘hitting’."

Lu Jingtang flushed crimson. "I mean hitting as in violence! Fighting, you pervert!"

Fu Nanyu walked over with the bedsheets and blanket, bent down, and kissed her soft cheek. "In that case, no. The Fu family tradition is to cherish our wives. Besides, domestic violence is 30% influenced by environment and 70% by genetic predisposition. Men who abuse often have sons who repeat the pattern. The Fu family has no such history. Don’t worry."

As he carried the bedding toward the door, Lu Jingtang exclaimed, "Where are you going?"

Fu Nanyu met her gaze. "To the laundry room. Should I wait for the maid to collect it?"

Lu Jingtang jumped up from the sofa, wide-eyed and scratching her head. "Of course not! But you can’t just walk out like that. What if someone sees?"

Fu Nanyu said, "There’s no one around now."

Still uneasy, Lu Jingtang paced around the room. Suddenly, her eyes fell on the bathroom in Fu Nanyu’s room. An idea struck her. "Let’s wash them first, then call the maid. You can say you spilled water on them."

Pleased with her cleverness, she clenched her fists, feeling exceptionally sharp—even sharper than Fu Nanyu in a pinch.

The plan seemed foolproof. Fu Nanyu obediently carried the bedding into the bathroom and placed it in the tub.

Lu Jingtang hurriedly turned on the faucet, her cheeks flushed like rouge, as if painted with sunset clouds. Fighting embarrassment, she bent down to scrub the incriminating stains, looking every bit like a flustered newlywed.

She filled the tub until the bedding was completely submerged, floating in a soggy heap.

Fu Nanyu pulled her up. Her hands were still wet as she asked, confused, "What is it?"

With a complicated expression, he said, "Did you put too much water in the tub? For the bedding to get this soaked, you’d have to have been drinking from the tap or taking a bath in bed."

Lu Jingtang caught on. The two exchanged a silent glance before one of them burst out laughing. Soon, they were leaning against each other, unable to stop.

They were both being ridiculous.

In the end, Fu Nanyu came up with a flawless—though slightly unethical—solution. It would require sacrificing a couple of bags of freeze-dried treats to appease the "victims."

Lu Jingtang went downstairs and casually lured David and Panda upstairs. Guiltily patting their heads, she thought, *If you’re going to blame anyone, blame your boss. I’m suffering too, you know.*