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His room door was open.
When I entered, Xiao Minxing was still wearing the shirt he had on at work, only having loosened his tie and casually thrown it over the back of a chair.
His voice was as cold as I imagined: "What did you find in here today?"
I was taken aback, staring at him in fear. I really didn't expect his first question to be this; there were so many suspicious things about me, like coming back late, how I knew about his ex-girlfriend, and our argument in the afternoon.
Moreover, he clearly wasn't home during the day. I had put everything back neatly after searching. How did he notice something was off as soon as he walked in? Did he install surveillance in his own room?
That would be too creepy.
My gaze involuntarily swept over him, but his focus was clearly different from mine, staring intently at a corner of the room, side-on to me, exuding an aura that could scare anyone to death.
In that corner, there was a low cabinet with a photo on it—our wedding certificate photo with a red background, enlarged. I couldn't see any difference; it seemed to be in the same position as before.
Xiao Minxing had already turned around, his Adam's apple bobbing twice, his jaw muscles tightly clenched, and his eyes were sharper than ever.
I couldn't help but take a step back. I really wanted to turn and run, but before my feet could steady, he grabbed my chin.
He pulled my face close enough that I could feel the heat of our breaths mingling, along with his anger.
"The Xiao Family has a lot of money, but there isn't a single cent in this room. It’s useless for you to search."
This was what Xiao Minxing said. At first, I was stunned when I heard it, but I quickly became so angry that I started to laugh uncontrollably, almost to the point of tears.
He gripped my hand tighter, firmly holding my head in place, preventing even a smile from reaching my lips, which could only spread in my eyes.
I wanted to speak, but I could only confront him with my gaze.
Time seemed to stand still, the scene frozen in his furious eyes.
After a long while, he finally released my chin but did not let go of me; instead, he moved his hand down, fingers slipping through my collar, pulling forcefully until my clothes were torn off.
"Isn't it jealousy? Don't you think I'm being nice to other women and neglecting you? Now the opportunity has come; I have Interest tonight..."
His gaze did not meet mine, drifting elsewhere as he spoke, successfully removing my clothes.
I struggled to block his hands, but in countless contests of strength and momentum, I was never his match; all resistance only served to mock me as he toyed with my reluctance.
As for him, aside from loosening two buttons on his collar, he didn't even unbuckle his belt.
My hands were pinned against the wall, and my legs wrapped around his waist. I initially thought it would be the usual mechanical motions, but surprisingly, he was gentle this time, lacking the impatience he had shown before.
His fingertips brushed across my cheek and landed on my chin. I heard him softly ask, "Does it hurt?"
I felt as if I had heard an ancient text, staring at him in disbelief. Yet his eyes were too deep and dark for me to discern any emotion within them.
That fleeting moment quickly passed, followed by his kiss starting from where he had just gripped me and trailing downward.
I actually hated myself a little; at such a moment, I really shouldn't have reacted. I should have laid on the bed like a dead fish as I had done many times before, ideally rolling my eyes to give him an expression of disdain. Although it would be meaningless, at least it would make me feel a bit better psychologically.
However, under his relentless teasing, this kind of persistence could not take shape at all. Those delicate kisses, like sparks, ignited a burning heat wherever they landed, and every cell in my body began to shamelessly scream.
I lost all resistance, placing my hands on his shoulders and wrapping them around his waist, unconsciously touching his warmth.
"Xiao Minxing" looked at me, his eyes filled with deep desire, his voice soft enough to drown someone: "Do you want it? Call me."
I couldn't call out, nor did I know what to call him; it seemed I had never called his name before.
But he didn't let up at all. His mouth and hands intensified their assault, the zipper of his pants already undone, something poking out from inside, abruptly pressing against my sensitive areas.
He asked again, "Do you want it?"
In a flustered and shameless manner, I nodded.
But he was not satisfied; he kissed me fiercely on the lips, sucking away my breath and moistening my dryness.
"Speak. What do you want? Tell me."
The embarrassment could not withstand the temptation. I had already been teased to the point of losing myself; all those shy, hard-to-say words, the pretense of strength, and all my annoyance were nonexistent at this moment.
There was only one desire in my heart: to have him, to truly have him just once, even if it was only that one time.
Every word felt like it was crushed as it squeezed out from deep in my throat: "I want you, Xiao Minxing. I want you."
Perhaps this answer satisfied him greatly; perhaps he had played enough himself. Suddenly loosening his grip on my hand, my body fell down perfectly aligned with his.
Everything was different from what I expected. When I wholeheartedly embraced it, I felt incredibly happy. Sometimes he would also hand over the initiative to me and take me along to experience things.
I don't know how long the two of us had been at it, but when dawn broke, I was still lying on his bed while he quietly sat in a chair by the window.
He was draped in a white morning robe, with tiny droplets of water still in his hair, looking as if he had just taken a shower.
A soft white light streamed in through the window, casting a grayish hue over him and obscuring part of his facial expression.
Staring for too long made my eyes feel a bit sore. I closed them for a moment, and when I opened them again, he had already gotten up and walked to the bedside with his back to the light.
The events of last night made me unable to look him in the eye. Just as I was about to avert my gaze, he spoke slowly: "If you want to know anything about Yishan, you can ask me directly; there's no need to look for others."
My palms were sweating under the blanket. After swallowing hard a few times, I finally dared to ask, "Who is she?"
Xiao Minxing stood still, but a familiar smirk appeared on his lips: "The rumored girlfriend."
I was a bit confused and couldn't quite grasp the meaning behind his words, so I could only ask again: "Why is she just a rumor?"
This time he laughed heartily, revealing his white teeth, and his eyes narrowed into arcs as he looked at me and said, "Who knows? There are always people in this world who have nothing better to do than stir up trouble. As a young talent in Haicheng with some money, isn't it normal for someone to use you as a topic for gossip?"
Is it really normal? Maybe for others, but not for him. He is Xiao Minxing. I can't say much else, but I still believe in his capabilities in this regard. He has the ability to control the entertainment industry. Just like when our marriage became public due to the pregnancy rumors, almost immediately afterward, he managed to suppress all news about it. Until we officially registered our marriage, no one knew what had really happened.
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