Chapter 13
A warm bowl of sweet soup warmed Gu Shuangshuang up from the inside out. In the living room, the man sat with his long legs crossed on the sofa, watching television.
Her backpack was resting on the cushions. Keeping her head low, she grabbed it hurriedly without sparing him a single glance, scurrying upstairs behind Sister Wang.
Once her footsteps faded away, the man shut off the TV and lit a cigarette with restless irritation.
Ever since she entered the house, she had been avoiding his eyes. Shen Mocheng knew full well that his actions while treating her injury earlier had frightened her. In that moment, truly dark desires had taken hold—he simply wanted to look at her body, wanted to touch her. The addictive sensation of reacting instantly to her proximity stirred a growing craving deep within him. It was a promising sign that thrilled him; he felt as though she were the long-sought remedy to his condition. Step by step, through careful exploration, he would fully claim her sooner or later!
Upstairs Guest Bedroom
Gu Shuangshuang and Sister Wang were making the bed.
Little Three waddled her round, chubby body around the room, causing mischief.
Looking closely now, Shuangshuang realized the cat wasn't terrifying at all—she wasn't very large, had stubby legs, and curled up like a fluffy ball, looking utterly adorable.
"Why is she named Little Three?"
Sister Wang smiled. "The master named her. Look—Three is pure white all over, but her paws are amber-colored, as if she's wearing little boots. But she only wears three! Her back right leg is white, and that missing boot somehow ended up on the tip of her tail!"
Shuangshuang took a closer look, and sure enough, three paws and the very tip of her tail were amber. Finding it hilarious, she couldn't help bursting into laughter.
Instantly, Little Three's fur puffed up. She rolled over with effort, claws out, ready to shred her.
Shuangshuang dodged back. This cat is just like her master—petty and holding massive grudges!
Changing into her pajamas to close the door, Shuangshuang heard footsteps coming upstairs. Poking her head through the crack of the door, her eyes locked dead-on with the man walking over, hands lazily stuffed into his trouser pockets.
Startled, Shuangshuang froze and forgot to pull her head back. Passing her doorway, the tall figure paused slightly and remarked without turning his head: "Sleeping with a bra on—looking to get breast cancer?"
"..."
None of your damn business!
Flushing bright crimson, Gu Shuangshuang slammed the door shut with a loud thud!
Heart pounding, she crawled back into bed. The mattress was plush, the duvet even softer, smelling of clean, high-end comfort.
Burying her face into the pillow, an intrusive thought popped into her mind: Had he ever entertained a client in this bed?
Phooey, phooey! You dirty-minded freak, what are you thinking...
Rolling onto her back, the underwire digging into her ribs felt genuinely uncomfortable. His comment about breast cancer suddenly echoed in her mind. Truth be told, she was actually terrified of that; with her annoyingly large bust, neglecting proper care probably raised the risks.
In the end, she unhooked and tossed it aside. Pure relief! Wrapped safely in pajamas and bundled tightly in the duvet—nothing to fear!
The next morning, on the king-sized bed in the master bedroom, the man was stepped awake by a soft cat paw.
He had suffered from late-night insomnia, heavily influenced by the woman sleeping right next door.
Little Three swished her tail against his ear. She was a precise little alarm clock, determined to pester him at seven sharp every morning.
Sensitive to tickling, Shen Mocheng couldn't sleep any longer. Opening his eyes with a touch of morning crankiness, he felt something resting on his face.
Taking it off to look—a woman's bra?
The man paused, his expression turning stone-cold serious as he rolled over. Little Three’s eyes were round as saucers, her fluffy tail swishing lazily as she looked at him with an innocent, proud expression, clearly waiting for praise.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, a headache flared behind his eyes.
Cats had bizarre habits, like dragging random items onto their owners' beds—in a cat's mind, this was a treasured gift.
Helpless, Shen Mocheng gently stroked her round head. "Thank you. But do you even know what this is?"
"Meow~"
"Is she still asleep? Carry it back right now," he ordered strictly.
Little Three instantly spun around, aiming her fuzzy rear straight at his face—
Communication failure. He had no choice but to get out of bed. Frowning, he lit a cigarette, hooking the delicate garment with his long fingers. His eyes half-lidded, he scrutinized it with a deep, dark gaze—a fresh, soft pastel pink, faded from numerous washes, yet impeccably clean.
Drawn by some inexplicable impulse, he brought it slightly closer. Frowning at himself, Shen Mocheng took a drag of his cigarette and stepped down from the bed. Just as he turned around, his usually unflappable expression froze entirely—
Standing in the doorway, Gu Shuangshuang’s face was deathly pale, staring in sheer horror at the tall, handsome bastard by the bed—holding her undergarment in his hand!
Eyes locked, the entire world went dead silent.
In all thirty-two years of his life, the seasoned magnate had never encountered a situation he couldn't handle—until now.
Awkwardly wetting his thin lips, he offered an explanation: "Don't misunderstand. Little Three dragged it over. I was just about to return it—"
A whirlwind rushed forward, and a sharp SMACK landed squarely across his handsome cheek!
Gu Shuangshuang’s face and eyes were burning red. Forcing her tears not to spill, her trembling fingers snatched the fabric away. "You shameless pervert!"
Furious, she spun around to run, but her slender wrist was clamped in an iron grip. Using just three fingers, the man rendered her completely unable to break free.
In the blink of an eye, she was slammed onto the bed steeped in his masculine scent. Before she could roll over, his heavy frame pressed down with overwhelming dominance. A smile touched his lips, yet his voice was chillingly frigid: "Hitting people without hearing them out? Ignoring a proper explanation? You've gotten far too wild, haven't you! What constitutes a 'shameless pervert'? Let me show you right now!"
This was no idle threat. Stripping away any room for resistance, Shen Mocheng captured her lips in a punishing kiss!
He showed not a single shred of tenderness. His large hand forcefully clamped her jaw, leaving her helpless to struggle.
Her mind exploded into white noise. The tears she had held back so desperately finally streamed down her cheeks.
A furious fire blazed within Shen Mocheng. His cold gaze locked onto her trembling lips and her terrified, tear-filled eyes.
He should have softened, but this trembling little thing only served to detonate the repressed beast deep within his soul.
This was the very first time in his life a woman had slapped him across the face—and it came from a wild brat a full twelve years his junior.
The raging fury refused to subside, fueled even further by the realization that in her eyes, he was nothing more than a sordid thief who stole women's lingerie!
Just as she was on the verge of suffocating, he finally released her mouth. In that brief moment of dazed weeping, her wrists were bound tightly together with his silk tie and pinned high above her head!
"What are you doing?!" she cried out in sheer terror.
His thin lips remained pressed flat without a single word. Pinning her to the bed, he leaned down...
Time dragged into pure agony. How long had passed? She felt entirely numb. Gentle fingers methodically smoothed her clothes back into place.
As the man's presence receded, Gu Shuangshuang lay there in a daze, her face ghostly pale. Only after a long silence did she dare take a breath, realizing the room was empty.
Her head felt as if it were burning with a raging fever, her mind too chaotic to process anything. She fled the room in panic. Sister Wang was waiting by the stairs holding her backpack, looking at the disheveled girl with swollen, red eyes. A fleeting emotion flashed through the housekeeper's gaze; Shuangshuang saw it clearly, knowing all too well that Sister Wang had likely heard everything from outside.
"Young lady, the master arranged a car..."
Snatching her backpack, Shuangshuang's voice trembled hoarsely through her tears. "Thank you, no need."
She bolted down the stairs, Sister Wang hurrying right behind her.
Ten minutes later.
A knock sounded at the study door.
Standing by the window in his bathrobe, the man took a slow drag of his cigarette. Through the closed door, his deep baritone resonated: "Did you make sure she boarded the bus safely?"
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