On the 8th, Luo Qianqian sat at her dressing table, carefully grooming herself. She took out several beautiful outfits from her wardrobe, comparing them against her figure. After a while, she finally selected an ensemble that satisfied her.
She wore a luxurious dress, paired with ten-centimeter high heels, her face adorned with exquisite makeup. Grabbing her handbag, she walked out of the room, only to see Luo Jianguo sitting blankly in the living room. The TV was on, but his gaze wasn’t fixed on the screen.
When Luo Jianguo saw her come out, he stood up and said, "Qianqian, it's your birthday today. We could..."
Without even lifting her eyelids, Luo Qianqian interrupted him coldly, "I’ve made plans with my friends."
Luo Jianguo fell silent for a moment, then replied with disappointment, "Well... have fun then."
Luo Jianguo had taken the day off specifically to spend it with her on her birthday, but to his dismay, she had already made other plans. He sat back down on the sofa, crestfallen. Luo Qianqian's expression was filled with extreme disdain as she strutted out of the house in her high heels.
Following the agreed location from yesterday, Luo Qianqian arrived at the destination to meet Gao Fuqiang. She glanced around, checking her phone for the time. After a while, a Rolls-Royce pulled up beside her, and Luo Qianqian’s face immediately lit up with a satisfied smile.
She had been worried that Gao Fuqiang might stand her up; after all, he was the president of the company, and business matters were undoubtedly more important than her birthday.
“Darling, you’re here?” Luo Qianqian’s voice was sickeningly sweet.
“Get in the car,” Gao Fuqiang said smoothly as he took off his sunglasses, revealing a mischievous smile, a gold chain around his neck gleaming.
Hearing this, Luo Qianqian walked around the front of the car, opened the passenger door, and bent down to get in. Gao Fuqiang started the car, and Luo Qianqian looked at him. “Darling, where’s my birthday present?”
Gao Fuqiang chuckled, lifting his hand to playfully tilt her chin. “Don’t worry, I won’t forget about you.”
“I’ll give it to you when we get home,” Gao Fuqiang said, slamming the gas pedal and accelerating.
“Home?” Luo Qianqian touched her chin. “Your home?”
Gao Fuqiang winked at her. “Yeah, isn’t it thrilling?”
Luo Qianqian scoffed, pouting. “I don’t want to go to your place.”
“Why not?” He slowed the car down, turning to gaze at her.
“Your house has your wife’s scent. It disgusts me.” Luo Qianqian pouted, her lips curling as if they could hang a teapot.
Hearing this, Gao Fuqiang burst into laughter. “Are you jealous? You little minx, just wait until we get back—I’ll teach you a lesson.”
Luo Qianqian playfully punched his arm, leaning in closer. “You’re so bad.”
After a while, the car pulled up in front of a large villa. Luo Qianqian unbuckled her seatbelt and got out. She looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings. Gao Fuqiang walked over and took her hand, leading her inside.
The spacious villa was empty. Gao Fuqiang walked over to the wine cabinet, poured a glass of red wine, and said in a husky voice, “I gave the servants the day off just to bring you here.”
Luo Qianqian smiled seductively, her voice teasing, “Hehe, I know exactly what you’re thinking.”
As she spoke, she walked up to him, stood on tiptoe, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Woman, you’re playing with fire,” Gao Fuqiang said with a lewd grin, his hands wandering over her waist.
Luo Qianqian giggled, her laughter full of allure. “Then let me put out the fire.”
Gao Fuqiang felt a surge of heat below, and with a swift motion, he scooped her up, striding towards the master bedroom.
...
Afterward, Luo Qianqian emerged from the bathroom, wearing a bathrobe, her hair still dripping with water, making her look tantalizing. Gao Fuqiang was lounging on the bed, smoking. When he saw her, he stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.
Luo Qianqian’s voice was as soft as water. “Where’s my present?”
Gao Fuqiang sat up, pulled out a black card from the drawer, and said grandly, “Spend as much as you like.”
Luo Qianqian’s pupils dilated, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She gave him a peck on the cheek. “Thank you, darling.”
Hearing her call him “darling,” Gao Fuqiang was instantly energized. He flipped over, pinning her under him. “Who did you call darling? But... I like it when you call me that, haha.”
Luo Qianqian, trapped under his large frame, blushed, her breath quickening. “No, I’m tired.”
Gao Fuqiang, driven wild by her coy resistance, felt the flames of desire roaring within him.
“Clack—” The door suddenly swung open.
Gao Fuqiang instinctively turned his head, his face immediately filled with panic. “Honey... How did you...”
Gao Fuqiang stood up, his face drained of color, desperately trying to compose himself.
“Are you out of your mind? Bringing someone into my home and doing such disgusting things in my bed—how could you do this to me?” Zhang Lan threw her bag to the ground in a fit of rage and lunged at Gao Fuqiang, grabbing his ear.
Gao Fuqiang, as pale as a ghost, pleaded, “Honey, I know I was wrong. I won’t do it again.”
Zhang Lan continued to scold him loudly, “Pah, a dog can’t change its habit of eating shit. Without my family, would you have the status you have today? You’d still be earning a few thousand a month. I want a divorce.”
“What?” Gao Fuqiang was completely dumbfounded. He had only wanted some excitement, but if they divorced, he would leave with nothing. He couldn’t bear the thought of returning to a life of poverty.
Gao Fuqiang clung to Zhang Lan’s leg, begging, “Honey, I was wrong. I don’t want a divorce.”
Zhang Lan’s eyes gleamed with venom as she kicked his hand away, turning to look at Luo Qianqian.
During their argument, Luo Qianqian had already dressed, intending to slip away. But now, Zhang Lan had caught her red-handed.
Zhang Lan walked towards her, step by step, and Luo Qianqian, terrified, backed away until she was cornered against the cold wall.
“Smack—”
The sharp sound of a slap echoed in the room. Luo Qianqian clutched her burning cheek, panic in her eyes. “I... your husband seduced me first.”
Zhang Lan laughed bitterly, “You must be Luo Qianqian. Your name is quite well-known in Yanjing City.” She raised her hand, gripping Luo Qianqian’s chin tightly.
Luo Qianqian was stunned, her eyes turning red. She shot a glance at Gao Fuqiang, cursing him inwardly as a coward who didn’t dare to say a word in front of his wife.
Gao Fuqiang stepped in front of Zhang Lan, pulling her away. “Honey, I swear I won’t see her again. I really know I was wrong.”
Luo Qianqian felt nauseated by his groveling demeanor.
“Get out of here. There’s never a good ending for a mistress. I’m looking forward to seeing yours,” Zhang Lan snarled at Luo Qianqian.
Luo Qianqian grabbed her handbag and stumbled out, Gao Fuqiang’s voice, still groveling, echoing behind her. She forced a bitter smile.
She flagged down a taxi on the roadside and, once inside, opened her phone to browse entertainment news, hoping to lift her spirits.
As she scrolled, her finger suddenly stopped, and her expression darkened. A headline caught her eye—“Moxi Group’s Real Estate Mogul Spends 100 Million on a Luxury Home as a Birthday Gift for His Wife—Envy of All!”
Luo Qianqian’s hand clenched tightly, her eyes filled with venomous rage. The atmosphere in the car dropped to freezing. The driver in the front sensed the change, straightened up, and focused intently on driving, not daring to take a single breath.
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