Mrs. Shen Is A Little Sweet! - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Upstairs, inside the opulent presidential suite.

Shen Mocheng stepped inside, carrying an aura of cool authority. His male secretary, Zhang Qing, stepped forward respectfully to take his wristwatch, gesturing toward the master bathroom. “Mr. Shen, your bath is ready.”

“Mm.” The man peeled off his crisp shirt and trousers, revealing a flawlessly sculpted, robust physique. Such an intensely attractive frame—yet wrapped in years of ascetic detachment—made even Zhang Qing silently lament the waste.

Thud, thud, thud. A knocking sounded at the door.

Seeing that Mr. Shen was about finished with his bath, and catching what sounded like Young Master Wen Jinhuai’s voice outside, Zhang Qing went over and opened the door.

Slumped against the doorframe sat a soft, delicate girl. Wen Jinhuai was already darting down the hall, turning back mid-stride to shoot Zhang Qing a broad wink: “Secretary Zhang! A special delivery for your Fifth Master Shen! Tell him to enjoy his night!”

“Wait—Master Wen? This… Master Wen!” Zhang Qing stood frozen, completely at a loss.

A deep, resonant voice echoed from inside the suite: “What’s going on out there?”

“Mr. Shen, Young Master Wen thought your nights were too lonely, so he sent another woman over.” Sighing, Zhang Qing knelt to help the squirming girl up from the floor.

Inside, Shen Mocheng’s voice remained cool and unbothered: “Just kick her out.”

Then Zhang Qing caught full sight of the girl’s face. He froze on the spot, utterly shocked, before stammering out a sentence that hit like a bolt from the blue:

“M-Madam… why are you here?!”

A minute later.

Zhang Qing stepped back into the suite. Shen Mocheng had already donned a plush bathrobe, looking clean, sharp, and commanding. A lit cigarette was tucked between his long fingers, exuding an effortless, icy magnetism. He flicked his eyes up, radiating quiet authority.

Zhang Qing hesitated, his expression shifting with immense awkwardness. “Ahem… Mr. Shen, about that… the woman outside isn’t just anyone. She’s Madam.”

Shen Mocheng’s patience was already wearing thin. Raising a dark brow, he asked flatly, “What Madam?”

“Miss Gu! The one you married two years ago—the woman whose name is on your marriage certificate, Miss Gu Shuangshuang!”

Shen Mocheng’s faint scowl deepened into a tight knit. Wife? It clicked; he had indeed married a woman two years ago. Zhang Qing had handled every single detail of the paperwork, leaving Mocheng with zero recollection of her face or name.

His chiseled features hardened. Flicking the cigarette ash, he strode toward the door on long legs. “You’d better not be mistaken.”

The moment the door swung open, a soft, graceful little figure tumbled forward, collapsing directly against Shen Mocheng’s feet. Her lips parted slightly in distress. Latching onto his long leg, she whimpered miserably, “Thirsty… I’m so thirsty…”

Shen Mocheng glanced down. Narrowing his deep, dark eyes, his expression shifted.

Isn’t this the little drunkard from downstairs?

A rare flash of surprise flickered across his face, quickly masked behind an aloof exterior. Turning to Zhang Qing, he ordered, “Get rid of her. I’m going to sleep.”

As he turned to walk back, a pair of small, warm hands clamped tightly onto his ankle. “Ah, it’s you! The handsome top host mister! You going to bed? Let me sleep with you!”

Shen Mocheng: “…”

This little brat he married is certainly bold.

Catching the reprimanding glare from his boss, Zhang Qing scratched his neck awkwardly and explained, “Mr. Shen, Madam doesn’t seem right. It looked like Young Master Wen gave her something before dropping her off—could it be spiked? If we throw her out now, she won’t be safe on her own out there. What do you think…”

Those warm, adventurous little hands were already caressing upward against the calf of his leg. A jolt of sudden heat seared straight through his cool, post-bath skin and right into his veins.

Frowning, Shen Mocheng turned back to stare intently at the girl. His earlier physical reaction downstairs was clearly no fluke—his dormant senses were distinctly, undeniably aroused by her touch.

His voice dropped a fraction lower, turning slightly raspy. In an uncharacteristic move, he reached down with a large hand.

“Did you change your mind, handsome host mister?” The girl gave a silly, triumphant giggle. Grabbing his muscular arm, she pulled herself up—only to stumble immediately. Her head pitched forward, burying straight against the hard contours of his lower abdomen.

Her warm, rhythmic breaths puffed directly against the sensitive area, instantly making him tense like a coiled spring. His jaw tightened as his face darkened dangerously.

Shen Mocheng hauled her upright by the collar. Thinking he was about to toss her out again, she hastily yanked down the zipper of her overcoat. Determined to prove she was no mere kitten, she arched her slender waist and pointed inward.

“Mister, look! I’m really not a minor—I’ve got curves! And I’m paying you, so you’re not losing out on anything here! Want to play or not?”

Lu Haoxuan could fool around, so why couldn’t she?! If she was going to go wild, she might as well go all the way!

Shen Mocheng’s eyes darkened into twin abysses. His large hand reached out, pinching her chin in a firm grip. His cold tone took on a velvety, dangerous edge as a low, mature chuckle escaped his lips: “My dear wife, you want to play? Do you even know how this game is played?”

“Mmh?” Sloshed out of her mind, Shuangshuang completely missed what he called her.

“Of course I know! You touch me, and I touch you back…” Isn’t that how they always do it on TV?

Shen Mocheng’s gaze dropped, thoroughly captivated by the stunning scenery partially unveiled beneath her coat. The deep part of him that had lain dormant for years stirred with sudden, fierce vitality.

Standing to the side, Secretary Zhang cleared his throat in sheer mortification. The situation had clearly spiraled far out of bounds. Wasn’t Mr. Shen supposed to throw Madam out? Why was he staring intensely at her figure instead…?

Right… Mr. Shen is a red-blooded man after all.

Wisely backing away toward the exit, Zhang Qing made a swift escape: “Uh, Mr. Shen, nature calls! I’ll go use the restroom, please make yourself comfortable!”

Gu Shuangshuang blinked drowsily at the firmly shutting door. Before she could process what was happening, the room spun around her as the man swept her up into his arms.

In a haze, she felt herself being laid down onto the plush bed. The man’s wicked, teasing murmur brushed past her ear: “That idiot Zhang Qing never bothered to tell me my wife was built like this… Little girl, do you really know how to play? A real game involves far more than just touching. Tell me your name.”

Her heavy coat slid away, leaving her exposed to the cool air. The man’s cool lips grazed near her skin, sending shivers through her bewildered daze. “G-Gu… Gu Shuangshuang…”

“Shuangshuang?” The man rolled the syllables across his tongue with a dark, tantalizing smirk.

Yet, as the heat in the room rose, Shen Mocheng looked down at her fair, flawless skin, and an invisible shackle suddenly clamped down on his surging desire. The forbidden psychological barrier resurfaced—the deep-seated trauma that had made touching women an impossibility for all these years…

Gu Shuangshuang looked up at him in hazy confusion. Feeling the chill of the room, she gave a small, uncomfortable whimper and shifted against the sheets. Shen Mocheng let out a low, frustrated breath, his dark brows drawing tight—before his gaze dropped back down to lock onto her delicate frame once more…