"No, I... I'll call out."
Seeing Zhao Tianhao staring at her, as if to say, "If you don't call out, I'll force myself on you," Hu Yifei had no choice but to give in.
"H-Husband."
The sound seemed to come from her nose, so soft it was almost inaudible. Naturally, this didn't satisfy Zhao Tianhao. Without a word, Zhao Tianhao began to undress Hu Yifei.
"Husband, husband, husband!"
Hu Yifei cried out loudly.
She was terrified that if she hesitated even a second longer, he would really force himself on her.
She hadn't thought things through yet; her mind was in turmoil.
She didn't want to surrender her innocence so ambiguously.
After all, even her status was known; what was she then? The mistress, the fourth, or the fifth?
...
Although Zhao Tianhao really wanted to have sex with Hu Yifei, seeing her resolute resistance, he suppressed his desire.
Zhao Tianhao was still willing to pamper the person he loved.
Anyone else wouldn't have tolerated it.
Hu Yifei got up from Zhao Tianhao's embrace. She wanted to leave; her thoughts were too chaotic, she needed some peace and quiet.
"Wait a minute."
Zhao Tianhao called out to Hu Yifei.
Hu Yifei turned around, seeing Zhao Tianhao, this scoundrel, pointing to her lips.
Hu Yifei understood immediately; he was asking her to offer a farewell kiss.
Without hesitation, after all, they'd kissed so many times.
Especially for women, there's only zero or countless times.
Once there's a first time, there will be a second, a third, and so on.
Hu Yifei kissed Zhao Tianhao willingly.
Zhao Tianhao's large hand cupped Hu Yifei's head, his other hand freely caressing her inside her clothes.
After a long while, they separated.
This time, Hu Yifei didn't say goodbye, directly fleeing 3602, the place that held so many memories for her.
Zhao Tianhao smiled and glanced into the bedroom; Chen Meijia was still fast asleep.
After locking the door, he returned to his own room.
…
The workday arrived, and everyone returned to work. Zhao Tianhao also received news that Wang Yongzheng had returned to China as a teaching assistant at Professor Dong's invitation.
Meanwhile, Jiang Nansun's aunt, Dai Xi, also returned to China because of her divorce.
Dai Xi wanted to renovate her apartment.
To tell her family about her boyfriend's excellence,
Jiang Nansun proactively recommended Zhang Anren to her aunt.
Her aunt didn't immediately agree but decided to look at Zhang Anren's design drawings first before making a decision.
Jiang Nansun told Zhang Anren about this, and Zhang Anren was very happy and put his heart into it.
He designed the blueprints overnight.
Jiang Nansun happily took the blueprints to her aunt.
Her aunt glanced at them without saying a word, but Wang Yongzheng, standing nearby, began to criticize.
He belittled the work, calling it utterly worthless.
From Zhang Anren's perspective, he had utilized the room to its fullest potential, prioritizing practicality above all else.
His biggest problem was that he always viewed things from his own point of view.
Jiang Nansun's aunt was far more self-centered than Jiang Nansun herself; she was a woman who lived only for herself.
She was obsessed with things like style, elegance, and being a sophisticated woman.
Zhang Anren's practicality was worthless to Dai Xi.
Wang Yongzheng, on the other hand, was an idealist.
He pursued romance and style.
His designs naturally suited Dai Xi's aesthetic.
So, during the family dinner that evening, Zhang Anren's meticulously crafted designs were defeated by two casual strokes on a napkin by Wang Yongzheng.
Meanwhile, at the dinner table, Jiang Nansun's father was enthusiastically telling Zhang Anren about the booming stock market.
They advised Zhang Anren to sell the house and give him the money to invest in stocks.
Wang Yongzheng kept flattering Jiang's father, praising his abilities with an expression of complete agreement and approval.
It wasn't like he was being asked to sell the house, so of course he didn't care.
If he were being asked to sell the house, do you think he would have that "Uncle, you're absolutely right" look on his face?
Meanwhile, while they were eating, Zhu Suosuo was also eating on the other side.
However, she was there to accompany Luo Jiaming to a company dinner, as Luo Jiaming's girlfriend, in other words, to support him.
Zhu Suosuo was well aware of Luo Jiaming's feelings for her, even his infatuation.
Firstly, she didn't like it, and secondly, even if she did, she wouldn't accept it.
Because she had lived as a dependent since childhood.
Luo Jiaming's home was like a cage, confining her inside.
She always wanted to venture out and explore the world.
But she lacked the ability and courage to venture out.
If she married Luo Jiaming, she would be trapped in this cage for life.
She would have almost no chance of escaping.
Therefore, Zhu Suosuo wanted a home of her own, a big house, and needed someone to take her away.
In other words, a wealthy man.
And Zhao Tianhao, a wealthy man, offered himself up.
For one's prey, one doesn't necessarily have to wait passively; sometimes, taking the initiative, revealing the bait, might just make the prey bite.
Zhu Suosuo saw that because she was too beautiful, she outshone all the other women of Luo Jiaming's colleagues.
Out of jealousy or ill intent, Luo Jiaming became the object of everyone's toasts.
Especially when his colleagues toasted Zhu Suosuo, Luo Jiaming refused.
She borrowed all the toasts.
The result was that Luo Jiaming got completely drunk.
Fortunately, Luo Jiaming was somewhat conscious and could still walk.
Zhu Suosuo lifted one of his arms and carried him out of the restaurant to the roadside to hail a taxi.
However, after waiting for a long time, no taxi appeared.
The taxis had all been ordered by Zhao Tianhao to temporarily leave this area.
All the taxis in Shanghai belong to the Haotian Group's taxi company.
Even if they were temporarily removed from this area, they wouldn't dare to stop operating for the entire night.
They dared not utter a word of objection.
Zhu Suosuo looked at the passing cars with growing anxiety. If this continued, Luo Jiaming would fall asleep, and she wouldn't be able to carry him anymore.
But there were still no cars coming.
Just as Zhu Suosuo was considering whether to walk further,
Zhao Tianhao, seeing that the time was right, signaled Da Mao to drive over.
Zhu Suosuo watched as a luxury car suddenly pulled up beside her. Although she didn't recognize the brand, the impressive license plate told her it was something unattainable for her.
The car door opened, and Zhao Tianhao stroked Bai Xianchu's soft fur.
Da Mao got out and walked up to Zhu Suosuo, saying,
"The boss said you seem to need help. I can give you a ride."
Zhu Suosuo looked at the handsome man in the car, holding a fox, and he gave her a faint smile.
For some reason, her heart began to pound uncontrollably.
Was this...was this the prince coming to find his Cinderella?
It's no wonder Zhu Suosuo overthought things; it was all too sudden.
As for whether Zhao Tianhao was a bad person, she hadn't even considered that.
Even if he did want to do something to her, she wouldn't have any way to resist.
So whether Zhu Suosuo was highly skilled and daring, or had ulterior motives, in any case, she only hesitated for a moment before reacting and agreeing. At this point, Luo Jiaming was no longer fully conscious, otherwise he would definitely have stopped her.
Just as Zhu Suosuo was about to help Luo Jiaming up, Da Mao interrupted, "You get in the car, I'll take care of him."
With that, Da Mao easily lifted Luo Jiaming with one hand, opened the passenger door, and tossed him onto the seat.
Zhu Suosuo stared at Da Mao in astonishment, unable to believe that this woman could lift someone weighing over 100 pounds so easily with one hand.
"Please get in the car," Da Mao urged.
"Okay."
Zhu Suosuo hesitated for a moment, then obediently got into the car, looking at the spacious interior, unsure where to sit.
"Sit next to me," Zhao Tianhao offered.
Zhu Suosuo wasn't one to be coy, and immediately sat down next to Zhao Tianhao. The distinctive scent emanating from Zhao Tianhao eased Zhu Suosuo's initial nervousness.
Zhu Suosuo looked curiously at the Arctic silver fox in Zhao Tianhao's arms. "What's her name?"
"Her name is Bai Xianchu. You can call her Xiaobai."
"Xiaobai, can I pet her?"
Zhu Suosuo, seeing that Zhao Tianhao didn't seem like a difficult person to get along with, mustered her courage and asked.
"Sure, but shouldn't you tell her your name?"
Zhao Tianhao said, stroking the fox's fur.