Sir, Your Wife Left The World Breathless Again - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Sir Nine

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Seeing Shen Que’s entire upper body leaning against Fan Cheng’s thigh, Li Weiguo stopped in his tracks.

He smiled awkwardly, bowed, and apologized, “Sir Nine, this little thing has caused your displeasure. I’ll take her away immediately.”

Hearing this, Shen Que immediately hugged Fan Cheng’s calf tightly and looked up at him pitifully. “Sir Nine.”

She was not sure if Fan Cheng still remembered her.

Fan Cheng had only met her once at the engagement party between Fan Junchen and the original Shen Que. During that party, Fan Junchen had ignored the awkward expressions of his parents and the discussions of the people around him and took the liberty of inviting Yuan Ranran to the opening dance, leaving the original Shen Que at the side.

The original Shen Que was a brainless person. She threw a tantrum on the spot and made the situation difficult for everyone there.

After the incident, the Fan Family’s parents even dragged Fan Junchen and the original Shen Que to apologize to Fan Cheng. His cold gaze had made the original Shen Que shudder violently. That night, she had a nightmare.

Fan Cheng and Shen Que looked at each other.

In his impression, Shen Que was a rude and stupid woman. However, at this moment, her black hair flowed down her shoulders and it made her look even smaller. Her eyes were big and round, filled with tears. Even the tip of her nose was red, she looked so pitiful.

Fan Cheng frowned slightly. His Adam’s apple moved without a trace, and he said in a deep voice, “Let go.”

Seeing his reaction, Li Weiguo heaved a sigh of relief.

Fan Cheng usually never participated in such banquets. Nobody knew what had gotten into him today. Fortunately, he did not seem to be interested in Shen Que. Otherwise, Li Weiguo would not have dared to snatch with him.

Shen Que was not frightened by Fan Cheng’s cold voice. She pouted and stood up slowly. Then, she sat on the man’s lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Fan Cheng’s face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

He grabbed Shen Que’s arm and exerted some force, causing her to cry out in pain. Her skin felt like the most delicate and soft cotton, and Fan Cheng could not help but loosen his grip.

Shen Que glanced at Li Weiguo’s twisted and resentful expression out of the corner of her eyes. She moved closer to Fan Cheng’s ear and whispered, “Sir Nine, do you want to have sex with me?”

Fan Cheng frowned. His eyes were dark that one couldn’t see what he was really thinking. He stared at Shen Que and slowly said, “You’re drunk.”

Shen Que’s hand touched the skin behind his neck. It was cool and very comfortable to the touch. She moved her hand along his neck and touched Fan Cheng’s face. Perhaps she felt that his face did not feel very nice to the touch, so her hands backtracked to rubbing his ears.

She had been fed too much alcohol that was drugged and was no longer very much conscious. Still, she knew to retort, “I’m not drunk.”

Fan Cheng took her hand down and took a deep breath. He stood up and carried her. Ignoring the small exclamations of the person in his arms, he nodded at the astonished crowd and said in a low voice, “I’ll be leaving first.”

No one dared to stop him.

Fan Cheng carried Shen Que to the luxurious suite on the top floor and threw her heavily onto the bed as if she was a hot potato. In the time he turned around to make a call to his assistant, Shen Que had already taken off all her clothes.

When Fan Cheng turned around, what he saw was fair skin and black hair that was spread out on the bed like a waterfall. Black, white and red were the only colors on her entire body, and under the contrast of the dark red bedsheets, she looked as beautiful as a fairy who had just descended to the mortal world.

Shen Que felt as if she was being roasted over a fire.

She frowned uncomfortably and called out in a daze, “Water…”

Fan Cheng took out a bottle of mineral water and unscrewed the cap. Just as he was about to feed the water to her, perhaps because the pain intensified, Shen Que waved Fan Cheng’s hand away and the water spilled all over her body.

Shen Que opened her eyes slightly and looked at the man in front of her. Was he in pain? Disgusted? Or was he suppressing his urges?

Shen Que blinked and tried to see the expression on the man’s face. However, the drug made her moan. She reached out and grabbed Fan Cheng. With a sobbing tone, she said, “Save me.”

The man pressed down heavily and pinched her chin, asking, “Who am I?”

Shen Que blinked again, and a teardrop fell. She answered, “Sir Nine, you’re Sir Nine.”

Fan Cheng said, “Don’t regret it.”

They were so different. Soft and hard, small and strong, yet so compatible.

Shen Que endured the long foreplay and finally waited for the giant thing that was as thick as a baby’s arm to wedge into her body.

When the object touched the hymen, Fan Cheng stopped. His voice was hoarse, and he asked in surprise, “Is this your first time?”

Shen Que did not even dare to breathe, afraid that the stick in her body would pierce through her entire body. She nodded her head haphazardly, and another string of tears fell. She reached out and wrapped her arms around the neck of the person in front of her, pressing her lips onto his.

Her expression was innocent and eager as if she was a sacrifice. Fan Cheng did not avoid her kiss. Instead, he pressed down on the back of her head and deepened the kiss. At the same time, his lower body crashed into her.

Shen Que’s scream was completely blocked. A glimmer of clarity flashed through her mind, but soon, she was immersed in the passionate sex..