Chapter Fourteen: If Sister Won’t Agree, Then I Have No Choice...

"It's not unusual for something to happen between a man and a woman after a few drinks. President Pei, you must be having a hard time holding back. Why not relax? I promise I'll make you feel good."

Pei Susu flipped the bloodied shard of glass in her palm, turning the sharp edge toward him and slashing.

Lin Mu, drunk on his own desire and certain of his victory, never expected her to draw a deep, bleeding gash across his hand. "President Pei, you have quite the temper."

"Pei Susu, I've always been tender with beautiful women, especially someone like you." He exhaled a smoky breath, seizing her hand and prying the weapon away, tossing it aside.

Seizing the moment, Pei Susu summoned all her strength to deliver a fierce kick to his lower body.

Lin Mu, already twice thwarted, was prepared this time—he grabbed her foot, his hand sliding up her pale calf. "President Pei, do you think I'm a fool who'll let you hit me again?"

"Susu!"

Fu Zhichen appeared at the doorway, his eyes ablaze at the scene before him. He strode forward, gripped Lin Mu's offending hand, and twisted hard.

A scream tore from Lin Mu as the bones in his hand snapped, leaving him writhing on the floor in agony. "Who dares ruin my fun? I'll kill you!"

Fu Zhichen shrugged off his suit jacket, draping it over Pei Susu and scooping her into his arms. He delivered a vicious kick to Lin Mu's groin. "From this day forward, the Fu Corporation will never cooperate with the Lin family again."

Pei Susu, sensing Fu Zhichen's presence, felt her tightly strung nerves gradually relax. She nestled trustingly in his embrace, listening to the strong, steady beat of his heart, instinctively drawing closer to his burning, unyielding chest.

"Fu Zhichen, thank goodness you came," she whispered, a tear tracing down her cheek.

Pei Susu, you drive me mad, Fu Zhichen thought, gazing down at her delicate, pale face as he held her tighter.

Sister, wait for me—I will make them pay a hundredfold.

His gaze swept the room, murderous intent seeping from his every pore.

Lin Mu, recognizing the voice, looked up and saw Fu Zhichen—he trembled from head to toe, forgetting the pain in his broken body. Crawling desperately, he clutched Fu Zhichen's leg.

"President Fu, please, I didn't know Pei Susu was yours. I was blinded by a moment's folly. Please, spare me this once."

If his family learned he'd crossed the Fu Corporation, they would destroy him. Lin Mu pointed a trembling finger at Luo Yuan, who stood helplessly nearby. "It was her, President Fu—she encouraged me to get Pei Susu drunk. She spiked the drink!"

The color drained from Luo Yuan's face. "It wasn't me, President Fu—it was Lin Mu who took a liking to Pei Susu during the business negotiations. He told me that if we wanted to secure the contract, I had to send Pei Susu to him for his pleasure."

Noticing Fu Zhichen's deepening scowl, Luo Yuan's legs buckled and she collapsed to her knees. "I didn't drug her—the party was all Lin Mu's idea. I only called Pei Susu to come back for the gathering."

"Is that so? So, Deputy General Manager Luo, you believe that someone from the Fu Corporation would stoop so low as to sell themselves just to secure a contract with your tiny company?"

Fu Zhichen kicked Lin Mu aside, his gaze toward Luo Yuan cold enough to cut.

"Since you enjoy negotiating business through fleshly transactions, there's a bar under the Fu Corporation's management—you can transfer there and put your talents to use."

No, she was a deputy general manager at the Fu Group—she couldn't be reduced to such a lowly role. Swallowing hard, Luo Yuan crawled on all fours like a dog to Fu Zhichen's side, terror in her eyes.

"President Fu, I'll do anything you want. Whatever Pei Susu can do, I can do as well." She gazed up at him with pleading eyes, fumbling with the buttons of her blouse.

"Get out!" Fu Zhichen kicked her away, his eyes bloodshot. "How dare you compare yourself to Pei Susu?"

"It's so hot..."

Pei Susu's reason was at its breaking point. Her fair hand emerged from the black jacket, curling around Fu Zhichen's neck, her lips brushing clumsily against his Adam's apple.

"Feels good..." Seeking relief from her burning fever, her delicate hands fumbled at his shirt collar, trying to slip inside.

Fu Zhichen's throat bobbed as he cast a look of disgust at Luo Yuan, whose blouse now exposed her undergarments. He strode toward the elevator, carrying Pei Susu.

"Be good, sister. We'll be home soon."

Pei Susu, on the brink of losing control, rubbed feverishly against his chest, her hands working at the buttons of his buttoned-to-the-top black shirt. "No, I can't take it..."

"Now... I need it now..." Her whole body felt as if feathers were teasing her, the heat and tingling tormenting her to tears.

Fu Zhichen grunted, his breath growing heavy.

Damn it—any longer and he wouldn't be able to restrain himself.

Accelerating his pace, he settled Pei Susu gently into the passenger seat of the Rolls-Royce, fastening her seatbelt.

Back in the room, Lin Mu and Luo Yuan watched Fu Zhichen cradle Pei Susu like a treasure and leave. Drained of strength, they collapsed to the floor, glaring at each other in mutual blame before launching into a brawl.

"This is all your fault! Your stupid idea made me offend Fu Zhichen!"

"And it was you who first had designs on Pei Susu, hinting for me to lure her to the party!"

Hidden in the corner, Chu Qingzhu smashed her phone in rage. So Pei Susu's little boyfriend was actually the president of Fu Corporation? Why did all the good fortune go to her?

On the shattered screen, the video from earlier played. Chu Qingzhu's eyes lit up—if she edited the footage just right, perhaps it could be useful.

At the Fu family villa—

Fu Zhichen, with a restless figure in his arms, opened the first-aid kit, cleaned and bandaged her wounds, then finally laid her on the bed, pinning her gently beneath him.

Her soft, fragrant body squirmed beneath him; he pressed his lips together, restraining her delicate white hands.

Pei Susu struggled, her body crying out for more. "Please, give it to me..."

Fu Zhichen set his phone to record and placed it nearby, then pressed soft kisses to her cheeks and lips, sweat beading on his skin as he held back, refusing to take things further.

"Sister, that morning I left as you asked, giving you plenty of time to think. Don't you owe me an answer now?"

Pei Susu, dizzy and feverish, let her slender fingers wander across his chest.

"Sister..." Fu Zhichen caught her mischievous hands, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "If you don't answer, you'll just have to endure until the doctor arrives. It's your fault for not taking responsibility for me."

Lost in the throes of heat, her muddled mind latched onto three words: "no answer, endure." She arched her waist in longing, her cool, beautiful eyes gazing up at Fu Zhichen, wet with need.

"Alright, alright, I promise you..."

The last thread of restraint in Fu Zhichen snapped. He released her hand as a reward, his lips pressing a kiss to her palm. "If you want it, sister, you have to take the initiative."

As if under a spell, Pei Susu leaned into him on her own.

The distance between them vanished, their breaths mingling, Fu Zhichen's eyes glimmering with amusement as his large hand caressed her cheek. The air between them thickened with desire and the electric charge of their chemistry.

"Sister, you really are so beautiful..."