Volume One, Chapter 19: You Don't Want Your Sister-in-Law Anymore?

Qiao Nian'an looked at him and let out a scoff. "When you were insulting him, did you ever stop to think about what kind of person you are yourself?"

As she spoke, she fell back into her old habit, poking her finger against his taut, muscular chest.

Fu Yunzhen’s body stiffened the moment she touched him. As she began to pull her small hand away, he reflexively reached out, seized her wrist, and pressed her palm firmly against his abs.

Finding her hand trapped and unable to move, Qiao Nian'an felt a sudden jolt of alarm and hurriedly yanked her hand back, her heart drumming against her ribs.

"Niannian, it is true that I am not much of a person either," Fu Yunzhen said. "But I do keep myself chaste."

Qiao Nian'an let out a low laugh at that. Chaste? He had climbed the ladder of success only to immediately discard his former flame and seek a marriage alliance with a wealthy heiress. She glanced down, and before she could stop herself, she saw something she shouldn't have. It was terrifying! This man had a fiancée, didn't he? Why did he act as if he had never seen a woman before, always ready to spring to life?

Fu Yunzhen stared at her exquisite, fair face, which looked even more alluring under the dim light of the corridor. Her large eyes, darting away after seeing what she shouldn't have, made him want to sweep her up and ravish her right then and there.

"Niannian, I want you."

Qiao Nian'an raised her hand and slapped him across the face. "You filthy pervert! What are you thinking?"

Here? He wanted her here? "Are you a poodle? Are you in heat at all times?"

Fu Yunzhen clutched his handsome face where she had struck him, his throat bobbing as he let out a low, muffled groan. It was as if he found a strange sense of pleasure in being beaten by his woman. To him, this was just a lover’s quarrel—the blows and the insults were merely expressions of affection.

Seeing his wife strike and scold him, wasn't that just proof of her love?

Fu Yunzhen forced himself to shift his focus. He took her hand and pressed it against his waistband, his voice raspy. "Break off the engagement with him. I won't force you, but you are not to let him touch you—not even a single strand of your hair..."

He didn't know if Fu Jingchuan would live to see another sunrise if he were pushed too far. Anyone who dared to covet his woman was likely tired of living. While he had been out in North America carving out his own empire, Fu Jingchuan had done nothing but rely on his family name to flaunt his promiscuity and conquer women.

Qiao Nian'an met his deep, piercing gaze and said in a low voice, "I will break off the engagement with Fu Jingchuan, but don't flatter yourself by thinking it's for your sake."

Her eldest brother had sold her to Fu Jingchuan. Now that her brother was also in Fu Jingchuan’s clutches—ostensibly under the guise of protection, but in reality, as leverage to control her—she knew that while her mother might complain about her brother’s incompetence, he was the only male heir left in the Qiao family. Their side of the family still placed immense importance on carrying on the lineage. No matter how much she resented her brother, she could not let anything happen to him. Siblings only have this one lifetime together; there is no next.

However, Fu Yunzhen didn't hear any of that. To his ears, it sounded only like: "I will break off the engagement, for your sake."

In an instant, Fu Yunzhen transformed from a bristling terrier into a docile, obedient golden retriever. See? He knew his Niannian was the best in the world to him. He had simply arrived too late, allowing that rotten cucumber Fu Jingchuan to get there first.

"Niannian, I saw you blush when you touched my abs and chest. Your ears turned red, and your fingers were trembling... It seems my body is still the most attractive one to you."

Qiao Nian'an couldn't even be bothered to respond. This man was adding his own dramatic flair again. It was a waste of talent that he wasn't an actor. His ability to switch between rage, joy, and smugness was truly seamless. He would be perfect for the role of a crazed, domineering CEO who liked to choke and force kisses on his lovers! With that face of his, he would be a surefire hit for ratings.

Just then, Fu Yunzhen's phone rang. It was Huo Jianting.

"Yunzhen, where are you? I just got to the private room and heard people saying you’re stealing your nephew’s thunder? I thought you despised that rotten cucumber more than anyone—why are you still obsessing over his woman?"

"Are you done with your sister-in-law?"