Cheng Lang never imagined the day that he would find himself waking up to a woman on top of him.

Xing Shu sat astride on Cheng Lang’s abdomen and leaned forward to kiss his neck. After confirming that it left a conspicuous hickey, she greeted him with a smile, “Good morning, Young Uncle.” Xing Shu moved closer to Cheng Lang’s lips and gave him a passionate morning kiss.

Cheng Lang’s hair was messy, and his pupils constricted for a moment. His thin lips tinged with a faint smile. He raised his hand and grabbed Xing Shu’s neck. “Xing Shu, you’ve got a nerve!”

How dare she scheme against him—she must be tired of living

.

As Cheng Lang tightened his grip, Xing Shu found it difficult to breathe. Her face was red—but she was undaunted—and raised her eyebrows at Cheng Lang, smiling. “As they say, ‘If my body should perish, girls I’ll still cherish’. A night with Young Uncle is worth dying for.”

Cheng Lang was taken aback, and his eyes became even colder. He let go of Xing Shu—grabbed a shirt at the side—and put it on. Xing Shu touched her neck and asked him, “Young Uncle, where are you going?”

Cheng Lang’s facial features looked like they were exquisitely carved by

Nuwa

/Nuwa is a goddess in Chinese mythology credited for being the creator of mankind/

—he was drop-dead gorgeous. Just a casual glance at him made one’s body tingle.

Cheng Lang said, “I’m going to pick a cemetery for you. Which direction would you like it to face?”

Xing Shu’s eyes narrowed and she smiled guiltily. “Oh… Young Uncle is such a joker.”

At nearly 1.9 meters tall, the majestic Cheng Lang cut an imposing figure when he lowered his head to look at someone. The black Buddhist bracelet on his wrist contrasted sharply with his cool white skin, making him seem so pure. Known as the “Buddha on Earth”, the Fifth Master of the Cheng family was on an altar and extremely imperious.

“Pick an urn too. What style do you like?” Cheng Lang deadpanned. His thin lips were tightly pursed and his eyes were slightly lowered.

Xing Shu licked her slightly curled lips. “There’s even an urn—Young Uncle is so ruthless. You won’t even leave me an intact corpse?”

Cheng Lang had never seen a woman like Xing Shu—bold and licentious. A hint of ruthlessness surged in his eyes as his slender fingers pinched Xing Shu’s chin. Xing Shu’s incomparably beautiful face was almost peerless in the Beijing circle. However, she was pretentious, vain, and grandiloquent—the type of woman Cheng Lang despised the most.

Cheng Lang asked, “You want an intact corpse?”

Xing Shu replied, “If Young Uncle is willing to bestow.”

Xing Shu was gorgeous, with alluring eyes that were the embodiment of innocence yet provocative—the look du jour. Those seductive eyes would stir up even the deepest hidden desires.

Cheng Lang suddenly smiled. The ruthlessness in his eyes slowly faded, but his grip on Xing Shu became stronger. When Xing Shu’s beautiful eyebrows could not help but frown, an inscrutable faint smile curved his lips. His other hand slowly moved down along Xing Shu’s waistline. The Buddhist bracelet on his wrist was cold, and Xing Shu’s body stiffened. Cheng Lang’s action did not look like flirting, but more like a knife that could kill at any time.

Cheng Lang asked, “Was Cheng Xingyang unable to please you?”

Cheng Xingyang—Cheng Lang’s nephew—was Xing Shu’s fiancé; but soon, he would not be. Cheng Xingyang had slept with her best friend, so Xing Shu returned the favor. She hoped that Cheng Xingyang would not be too surprised!

“Young Uncle, what are you talking about? My relationship with your nephew is very innocent. However, my relationship with you… not very innocent.” Xing Shu said seductively. Her red lips opened and closed—with the tip of her lively tongue faintly discernible— like a temptress.

Cheng Lang narrowed his eyes. There were many women in the capital who wanted to sleep with him, but he had never fancied any of them. He never thought that he would fall prey to his niece-in-law.

The air of danger thickened. Cheng Lang asked, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Huh?” Xing Shu only had time to look up before she was pressed onto the bed by Cheng Lang. “Young Uncle…” Before she could finish speaking, a magnitude of brute force swept across her waist and abdomen. Other than a tuneless ****, Xing Shu had no words.

The ear-piercing ringtone of her cell phone woke her up.

Xing Shu opened her eyes dreamily and looked at the date on her cell phone. Only then did she know that another night had passed. It had rained heavily outside at some point in time, and the arms around her waist were tightly wrapped like vines.

Xing Shu looked at the words “Cheng Xingyang” jumping on the phone screen and languidly pressed the answer button. “Hello?” Cheng Lang stirred beside her. Xing Shu hurriedly lowered her voice. “State your pupose.” Her voice was so gravelly that she could barely speak. Xing Shu got out of bed and poured herself a glass of water.

Cheng Xingyang’s questioning voice emanated from the phone. “Where have you been for the past two days? Linlin and I sent you so many messages, but you didn’t reply.”

As Xing Shu tied the sash of her sleeping robe, she looked up and met Cheng Lang’s gaze. Cheng Lang’s aura was too imposing—his high nose bridge, well-defined double eyelids, coupled with eyes that were long and upcurved at the corners—exuded an air of distant and indifferent aloofness. Seeing his face, Xing Shu’s anger from Cheng Xingyang’s questioning suddenly subsided tremendously. Although her entire body was sore and aching from the romping, at least she had made Cheng Xingyang a cuckold.

“Oh, I haven’t looked at my cell phone for the past two days. What’s the matter?” Xing Shu casually picked up the suit on the ground.

“Young Uncle is back in the country. I’ll pick you up for dinner in ten minutes.” Cheng Xingyang hung up without waiting for Xing Shu’s reply.

Xing Shu raised her eyebrows and paused for a moment before looking at Cheng Lang. “Young Uncle is back?” Her tone was seductive and sultry.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Cheng Xingyang arrived so quickly?

Xing Shu scanned Cheng Lang’s face for any expression—even a tinge of guilt was good. But, there was none—he was as at ease as if he were at home.

Xing Shu pointed at the bathroom and snorted. “Young Uncle, my fiancé is here. Can I trouble you to hide?” she said casually. Cheng Lang was nonchalant. At the same time, an unfamiliar male voice emanated from outside the door. “Miss Xing, I’m here to deliver clothes to the President.”

Xing Shu raised her eyebrows.

So, it wasn’t Cheng Xingyang

. She opened the door and saw a man who looked like an assistant holding a suit and lowering his head respectfully. He did not seem to be curious about her relationship with Cheng Lang; extreme professionalism as expected of Cheng Lang’s staff.

Xing Shu took the suit and handed it to Cheng Lang.

“Good girl.” His tone was like snow in a stream, cold and indifferent. The lust in Cheng Lang’s eyes was apparent, yet his cold and abstinent persona returned once he put on the suit. Xing Shu felt his title of “Buddha on Earth” was at odds with his behavior, as she recalled how Cheng Lang was such a beast in bed.

Even so, when Xing Shu saw the mottled scratches on Cheng Lang’s back, her face felt inexplicably hot. When she helped the inebriated Cheng Lang to the apartment, Xing Shu did not expect them to bang so many times.

The atmosphere was a little awkward and ambiguous. Xing Shu wanted to say a few words to break the ice, but her cell phone rang a second time—it was Cheng Xingyang again. His tone was very impatient. “Are you downstairs already?”

Xing Shu thought:

“The star of the show is still here. What’s the hurry?”

Cheng Xingyang did not have much patience nor hide his disgust for her. “It’s raining heavily outside and there’s a traffic jam ahead. Don’t make me wait any longer. Xing Shu, know your place.” Xing Shu did not deign to respond. After hanging up the phone, she suddenly tiptoed and kissed Cheng Lang who responded by gripping the back of her neck.

The thought of Cheng Xingyang’s car might be downstairs secretly pleased Xing Shu.

“Xing Shu, be careful not to burn yourself.”

When Xing Shu got into the passenger seat of Cheng Xingyang’s car, Cheng Lang’s words lingered in her mind.

Playing with fire?

Her marriage to Cheng Xingyang was arranged by her family. The Cheng family’s status in the capital was supreme. The Xing family may be ranked among the top ten families, but they were still incomparable to the Cheng family. Although her revenge by way of cuckoldry had assuaged her anger, she had also messed with the one person she should never have trifled with.

It was raining heavily outside, so the visibility was very low and the car moved slowly. They had barely driven two kilometers when they were caught in a traffic jam. Cheng Xingyang was in a bad mood. When he saw Xing Shu wearing a turtleneck sweater—with her chin tucked into her collar—he could not help but frown. “You’re going in this?”

Although the weather was a little cold, it did not warrant a turtleneck sweater. Xing Shu was beautiful and looked good in anything. But still, this outfit looked rather strange.

Xing Shu thought of the hickeys on her neck imprinted by Cheng Lang, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly. “Yes, it’s raining. It’s a little cold.”

“You’re so delicate.” Cheng Xingyang grew even more impatient. Xing Shu touched her collar nonchalantly and asked, “You haven’t been to the office for half a month?”

Cheng Xingyang hated Xing Shu’s tone—it was as if she had to control everything. “Where I go is none of your business.” He honked twice impatiently. Being in the same space as Xing Shu was a torture to him.

A while later, Cheng Xingyang’s cell phone rang. Xing Shu saw the caller ID from the corner of her eye: Linlin.

Unlike his impatience with Xing Shu, Cheng Xingyang suddenly became very tender. “Linlin, you’re awake? It’s raining heavily outside. Don’t go out today, okay? What? You have a fever. Is it serious?” His tone changed from joy to worry, and finally to panic.

Xing Shu leaned against the front passenger seat, playing with her hair. She did not ask further. After hanging up the phone, Cheng Xingyang honked twice. When he saw that the car was still stationary, he punched the steering wheel twice in anger. Xing Shu viewed his reaction with mirth. Earlier at the apartment—if he had just gone upstairs to take a look, he would have discovered her tryst with another man. However, Cheng Xingyang was not interested in her, and would not go to her apartment. Xing Shu smiled at the thought of his reaction when he found out.

Cheng Xingyang extracted his car keys in frustration and rushed into the storm without even taking his umbrella.

“We’re not going to the banquet?” Xing Shu called out after Cheng Xingyang’s departing figure.

“Linlin is sick. I’m going to take a look. She’s your good friend after all,” Cheng Xingyang replied.

“Indeed, you should take good care of my good friend.” Xing Shu’s eyes brimmed with sarcasm.

Cheng Xingyang stopped in his tracks, before quickly disappearing into the rain. Xing Shu sighed and looked at the rain outside. She turned her head and realized that the a*shole Cheng Xingyang had taken the car keys with him. She frowned. Unbeknownst to her, the traffic jam ahead had cleared at some point in time—her car was the only one left, blocking the way. It soon attracted a stream of invective.

While trying to find an umbrella to exit the car, she saw several used condoms in the gap between the seat and center console. Her face darkened, and her stomach churned with disgust. She opened the storage box and saw the limited edition lipstick—the gift she had given Xing Linlin previously. There were only 20 of them in the world, so the odds of coincidence were very low.

Xing Shu sneered. She did not give a hoot about Xing Linlin’s blatant provocation. Unable to find an umbrella, she exited the car in the heavy rain and was immediately drenched. She stood in the dark—soaked to the bone—and watched the traffic police tow the car away.

Wiping the rain off her face, Xing Shu intended to try her luck at hailing a cab at the sidewalk. Just as she walked over, she saw a black Bentley slowly stop in front of her. Not only was the Bentley’s license plate conspicuous, but there was also a small flag beside it—an authorization to enter and exit any place unimpeded, even if it were a restricted military area.

Xing Shu raised her eyebrows and smiled. She opened the car door and got in. “Young Uncle, what a coincidence.”

Cheng Lang gave Xing Shu a glance before looking away, fingertips casually fiddling with the Buddhist bracelet on his wrist. “My nephew doesn’t want you anymore?” He went for the jugular at the first chance he got.

Xing Shu blew a raspberry.

What “Buddha on Earth”? He was a demon—every sentence was meant to twist the knife!

“Young Uncle, I serviced you well in bed last night, didn’t I? Why are you so frosty once we leave the bed?” Xing Shu smiled subserviently, putting her seductive eyes to work. Her face showed no sign of embarrassment or shame at being abandoned.

Jian Yaochuan—in the front seat—silently rolled up the partition divider, not daring to listen to the conversation behind him.

“Serviced me well?” Cheng Lang repeated these words as he dusted a glance at Xing Shu. “You’re like a dead fish. You only know how to scream and don’t know how to move. What’s so good about you?”

Xing Shu gritted her teeth and faked a smile. “That’s really hard on you, Young Uncle. You had to romp a dead fish for so long. Your vigor in bed makes people think that you’ve never seen a woman in your life.” She retorted sarcastically. Her lips were pursed tightly, casting a pitiful look.

Xing Shu was about to get out of the car when she was yanked back. Cheng Lang’s fingertips gripped her wrist, locking her. He looked up and said to the front, “Go back to Manor No. 1.”

Manor No. 1 was where Cheng Lang lived. He did not seem to plan on attending the banquet held in his honor. Xing Shu was confounded. She was not keen to go to the Cheng family in such a sorry state anyway; she would only be bullied or mistreated if she went. She leaned into Cheng Lang’s arms languidly.

Cheng Lang lowered his head and looked at her with smoldering eyes. “Not leaving anymore?”

Xing Shu said, “Young Uncle, how can a dead fish move?”

Cheng Lang: “…”

Xing Shu finally won a round. She leaned into Cheng Lang’s arms gleefully, not caring if her wet sweater would dirty his suit.