Please Keep Our Secret Marriage Low-key

Chapter 41: Fu Tingyuan, You B*stard

When she walked to the door, Fu Tingyuan pulled her back and pinned her against the wall.

Luo Nanchu turned her face away to dodge his kiss and said coldly, “Mr. Fu, Nanchu is going back to bed.”

Fu Tingyuan’s palm slowly caressed her small waist as he stared at her with an enigmatic gaze.

“You came here to seduce me. Wouldn’t I be letting you down if I didn’t touch you?”

Luo Nanchu replied mildly, “Nanchu wants to preserve and hone my strength. Tomorrow, I’m going to get up and borrow money.”

“From those shady places?”

Luo Nanchu gave a faint smile and said, “If I can borrow money there, I don’t mind trying.”

Fu Tingyuan’s eyes became solemn. He raised his hand and gently touched her face.

Then, he said in a light voice, “All you can think about now is selling your body.”

Luo Nanchu instantly gritted her teeth, looked up at him, clenched her fists, and gave a mirthless laugh.

“It’s all thanks to President Fu that I’m in this state.”

Anyone in this world could look down on her.

Except for Fu Tingyuan.

He had no right!

He had made her life hell, yet he was also the one who sneered at her for being so low and filthy. How shameless.

Luo Nanchu’s hands pushed against his chest. Fu Tingyuan’s chest was as sturdy as a wall. In this position, he allowed her no escape. He pinched her chin in one hand and lowered his head to kiss her. Luo Nanchu put forth great resistance, but he paid it no mind and continued to do whatever he wanted.

Luo Nanchu cried out and scolded him in a hoarse voice, “Fu Tingyuan, you b*stard…”

Fu Tingyuan lowered his head and sealed her mouth with a kiss.

…

The next morning.

When Luo Nanchu woke up, it was already noon.

Last night, she was heavily tormented. She wasn’t sure if it was because she had rebuked him or because she had bit him in retaliation when they were having sex. He ravished her so much that it was as if he hadn’t had sex with anyone for a whole week.

When it came to sex, Fu Tingyuan was very domineering; he wanted things to go his way, and she wasn’t allowed to refuse him.

And to be honest, she couldn’t refuse him at all.

Although she had spent the last week recuperating, after yesterday night, Luo Nanchu’s body was sore and her legs were jelly again. She kneaded her aching temples, slumped on the bed, and didn’t want to move.

Then, it seemed like a thought came to her as she suddenly sat up from the bed.

She looked up, down, and around the nightstand.

There was neither cash nor bank cards around.

Fu Tingyuan had not given her money.

She had been tormented for an entire night for nothing!

B*stard!

Looking at the nightdress on the floor that Fu Tingyuan had taken off of her, she bit her lips indignantly.

What did people mean when saying the adage: “to try to steal a chicken only to end up losing the rice used to lure it?”

This was what they meant.

In her mind, Luo Nanchu cursed Fu Tingyuan 800 times.

Knock, knock, knock.

Someone knocked on the door from outside the bedroom.

“What?” Luo Nanchu’s tone was unfriendly.

She was in a bad mood.

“Ms. Luo,” the maid said, her voice as pleasing as always, “Mr. Fu invites you to lunch downstairs.”

Surprised, Luo Nanchu asked, “He didn’t go to the office?”

“It’s his off day.”

“Why is he here on his off day?” Luo Nanchu questioned angrily.

“…” The maid stopped talking.

…

Luo Nanchu went downstairs and saw Fu Tingyuan reading a magazine while sitting on the sofa.

He wasn’t wearing a suit today. He simply sat there with a gray shirt on, looking like a refined statue. Yet, his presence still made the area very eye-catching.