C5 I Can't Wait to be Intimate with You!

Originally, she was only supposed to receive a sports car as her dowry, but what Fu Jianing ended up with was ten sets of jewelry, a sports car, and two villas. The disparity was more than slight.

Had she not been marrying Shen Qingli, unable to afford any embarrassment regarding her dowry, Fu Yunyi might well have been the laughingstock of C City today.

Confronted with his daughter's icy demeanor, Fu Guoyi was acutely uncomfortable. "Yunyi..."

"Father, there's no need to speak; I understand." Fu Yunyi interrupted him with a raised hand. "In your heart, if Jianing were the one marrying Shen Qingli today, you'd be overjoyed, wouldn't you?"

"Yunyi, I..."

"Since Mom passed away, you allowed a pregnant Chen Xueli to move in and take control of everything. She took over Mom's jewelry, her room, and even you, Dad."

Taking a deep breath, Fu Yunyi continued, "I remember when Jianing broke your cherished jade bowl. You knew it was her, but to curry favor with Chen Xueli, you punished me instead."

Those countless moments were like daggers, severing the familial bond between father and daughter.

Shen Qingli, intending to find Fu Yunyi in the lounge, overheard her voice, quivering with accusation.

Fu Yunyi?

His gaze shifted subtly, and without further thought, he concealed his tall, imposing frame in a secluded corner to listen quietly.

"You betrayed Mom's deep affection for you, and you've single-handedly ruined the respect I had for you."

Tears tinged Fu Yunyi's eyes. "Now, for the sake of profit, you didn't even bother to ask if I wanted to marry, pushing me into a marriage with Shen Qingli just to strengthen our business ties with the Shen family. Isn't that ridiculous?"

"Yunyi..."

A pang of guilt sliced through Fu Guoyi's heart. "I'm sorry I failed you. From now on, Dad will..."

But before he could finish, a shadow loomed overhead, plunging him into darkness.

He looked up, his surprise rendering him speechless. "Qing... Qingli?"

Hearing her father's surprised shout, Fu Yunyi, struggling to control her emotions, raised her head in a daze and saw that familiar face.

His features were as delicate and striking as ever, but his ink-black eyebrows were deeply furrowed, and his deep, ocean-like eyes were filled with a simmering anger.

Seeing the young woman's lips part in confusion, the man didn't wait for her to speak before he pulled her away.

"Shen Qingli, where are you taking me?"

Her wedding dress, with its layers upon layers, trailed behind as Shen Qingli dragged Fu Yunyi to the parking lot. She struggled to keep up with his pace. "Hey, the wedding is about to start!"

Shen Qingli's handsome features were taut as he commanded coldly, "Get in the car."

Get in the car?

"Shen Qingli, are you kidding me?" Fu Yunyi scoffed in disbelief. "The wedding is about to start. Where are you taking me?"

She had known him since childhood and was well aware of Shen Qingli's unpredictable nature.

But today was no ordinary day. Even if he was the adored Young Master Shen, with the wedding set to start in five minutes and the media from across the city gathered to capture the event, could he still afford to be whimsical?

He held her hand and asked with furrowed brows, "Fu Yunyi, do you not want to marry me?"

The question seemed to drain the brightness from her eyes.

She pulled away from his grasp and sat nonchalantly on the hood of the sports car. "Willing or not, aren't we already married?"

Maybe if she and Shen Qingli continued their friendship as they had always done, they might truly end up together one day.

But the taste of compulsion was something she couldn't stomach.

First, she had to accept her mother being abruptly replaced by another woman, then the sudden appearance of a stepsister, and finally, her father being taken away by someone else.

Fu Yunyi had had enough of this life.

Her slender legs draped over the hood, the white gauze of her gown billowing in the wind, and her seaweed-like hair tousled, framing her exquisitely sorrowful face—a vision of beauty straight out of a magazine.

Shen Qingli gazed at the woman's radiant yet solitary face in the sunlight, feeling a curious emotion stir within his heart.

He realized he had feelings for her.

He was a full five years her senior, already immersed in mastering various etiquette disciplines while she was just an infant, wailing in her swaddling clothes.

As time passed, he found himself holding a small, tender, and plump hand, belonging to a little girl who had been proudly beautiful from a young age.

The most profound moment for Shen Qingli came when Fu Yunyi, blossoming into a young lady, wept on his shoulder after her mother's death.

His heart raced whenever another man came near her, prompting him to become irritable and even manipulate circumstances to remove those men from her vicinity.

For Shen Qingli, to love someone was to possess and to dominate completely.

He desired her.