Su Ci's face paled; so this was the reason. That night, he had been drunk and confused her with Su Xue. Good. Very good. Su Ci wished she could slap that detestable handsome face of his again. Bastard man! Su Ci pushed him away forcefully and got up to enter the bathroom. Fu Nancheng followed her. The girl stood by the washbasin, turning on the cold water to wash her hands, her slender feathers hanging down, clearly in a bad mood. He stood behind her, his arm around her soft waist, "What's the matter, angry?" No. Dare not. He would never have imagined that she wasn't the Su Xue he liked, but the Su Ci, the maid he hated the most! Su Ci struggled, not wanting him to touch her, "Let me go!" Then her waist hurt as the man suddenly tightened his grip, pinching her writhing little waist, "Mrs. Fu, am I easy to talk to in front of you?" Su Ci's eyes reddened with pain. She looked up and met his dark eyes in the shiny washbasin mirror. He watched her impassively, the dancing flames in his eyes carrying a dominant sharpness, not allowing her the slightest refusal. Su Ci's heart rang loudly; she almost forgot that Fu Nancheng, this man, was decisive in business, thorough in speech and action, how could he be accommodating to her? Especially when it came to matters between husband and wife, what he wanted, he must have. So tonight, it wasn't just about urging her to fulfill her marital duties, but it had become a necessity for her to fulfill them? No. She was Su Ci, the one he hated the most, she didn't want to replace Su Xue and really sleep with him. "Fu Nancheng, my body..." "The little period hasn't left yet?"

He interrupted her with a hint of mockery, 'It's been almost a month since you've been living this little life, hasn't it?' Su Ci, '...' Fu Nancheng's kiss landed on her cheek, his large hand sliding down from her soft waist to the white socks she had pulled up below her knees. His hand, holding a cigarette, reached inside the edge of her white socks, slowly pushing downwards. Su Ci's slender eyelashes trembled violently. She glanced at the scene where her school skirt and white socks intertwined with his suit pants, one innocent and young, the other mature and steady, creating an incredibly taboo image. She could feel that he seemed to like her student attire. 'Mr. Fu, do you have a thing for schoolgirls? I heard that business tycoons all like schoolgirls, are you no exception?' Fu Nancheng chuckled lowly, tossing his cigarette into the ashtray, 'You already said that business tycoons all like schoolgirls, am I not a tycoon?' Yes. Fu Nancheng looked every inch the... tycoon. At this moment, Fu Nancheng picked her up horizontally and threw her onto the soft bed in the room. Su Ci closed her eyes for a moment, still wanting to struggle, but his several long fingers restrained her, 'Don't move.' He kissed her again. Su Ci was very passive, clenching her teeth tightly. Fu Nancheng laughed angrily, his large hand pinching her little face again until her small mouth was pinched into an 'O' shape, 'Deliberately spoiling my fun? Your mouth won't open, will it?'

Su Ci's eyes, sharp as black and white jade, were watery as she glared at him. Fu Nancheng covered her, her mind in turmoil, knowing she couldn't struggle against him. She hadn't been mentally prepared before coming here, after all, he had been gentle and considerate the last two times, very attentive to her feelings. But this time he was like a changed man, no longer letting her have her way. What happened to him? 'Su Xue~' At this moment, he whispered two words in her ear. He was calling out Su Xue. He lay on top of her, calling out Su Xue. Su Ci's palm-sized face lost all its color, turning pale as death.