C8 You Don't Want To?

The man's eyes brimmed with "goodwill," and he emphasized with a deeper tone, "I definitely won't actually kiss you later."

To the VIP guests watching, the pair appeared to be sweetly kissing each other's cheeks.

Old Master Shen nodded in satisfaction and whispered to his daughter-in-law, "These two kids have been close since childhood, and it's clear they've chosen each other. They're inseparable. We've made the right decision with this marriage."

"Yes." Ning Jingshu, suppressing her inner displeasure, nodded with a strained smile.

"Now, let's have the newlyweds share a deep kiss before all our guests!"

The prospect of a real kiss sent Fu Yunyi into a sudden state of high alert. She fluttered her beautiful eyes at the man, signaling an exceptionally passionate kiss.

But before Fu Yunyi could brace herself, Shen Qingli's lips were on hers.

Fu Yunyi hadn't anticipated Shen Qingli would break his promise. She had thought that as a man of honor, his word would be as binding as a gentleman's, not to be taken back once given.

Even more surprising was Shen Qingli's audacity to make such a move in front of an audience. Fu Yunyi's face blushed crimson in an instant.

Fu Jianing's eyes rounded with disbelief. Turning her face away, she spat out, "Absolutely shameless!"

It was one thing to flirt with Mr. Qingli in private, but to be so openly affectionate in front of a crowd was the height of shamelessness!

Her veil and hair became entangled in the man's large hand, his hot breath cascading over her skin, stirring a tumultuous blend of emotions as her beautiful eyes closed deeply, irresistibly seductive.

The host, witnessing such a fervent kiss for the first time, stood awkwardly to the side, clearing his throat in embarrassment.

With countless eyes upon her, Fu Yunyi fought back the impulse to throw the man to the ground, her small hands balling into fists.

It wasn't until the very last bit of air was stolen from her lungs that Shen Qingli reluctantly released his hold, his lips glistening enticingly.

"I'm truly sorry," he said, his voice raspy. "I can't pretend with so many eyes on us."

"You..."

Choking with indignation, Fu Yunyi's face flushed with anger, and she shot him a glare. "You just wait until tonight—I'll be settling the score with you!"

Tonight?

Shen Qingli found himself contemplating a heated, passionate scene, and with a meaningful lick of his lips, the curve of his mouth became particularly captivating. He was genuinely looking forward to what the night would bring.

Throughout the wedding, Fu Yunyi had changed into six different gowns, ranging from a Western-style wedding dress with a trailing skirt to a Chinese-style embroidered qipao. She tirelessly poured wine for the guests until her legs began to feel weak.

The wedding night was spent in the hotel room they had been carried down to, thankfully sparing her from many complicated rituals.

Once back in the room, Fu Yunyi felt as if all her energy had been drained. She collapsed onto the bed, too exhausted to even lift her eyelids.

As she slipped into unconscious sleep, she sensed her clothes being gently removed and her hands seemingly tied up.

Her body was caressed with a mix of rough and mesmerizing touches, so intense that she struggled to open her weary eyes.

Suddenly, the sight before her swept away all traces of fatigue and drowsiness!

"Shen Qingli!"

Fu Yunyi summoned all her strength to struggle away from the man, attempting to cover her nearly bare body, only to realize her hands were bound to the headboard.

Shen Qingli, who had been savoring the moment, narrowed his eyes in displeasure. His handsome features darkened slightly. "Why are you yelling?"

"Shen Qingli, you jerk!" Fu Yunyi's eyes reddened with shame. "What are you doing?"

Shen Qingli gave his loosely tied bathrobe a lazy glance, his palm still retaining the warmth of her soft skin.

He ran his fingers through his hair, his tone matter-of-fact, "On our wedding night, am I not supposed to make love to my wife? Were you expecting us to discuss the weather instead?"

"Shen Qingli, you know full well that our marriage is..."

Before Fu Yunyi could finish her furious protest, Shen Qingli's muscular frame overwhelmed her, his fingertips pressing against her mouth.

"Shh!"

His fingertips silenced her protests, and he murmured, "Yunyi, walls have ears."

"Get off me!" Fu Yunyi mumbled through his hold, "I don't care what you're trying to do, just let me go first!"

As she continued to struggle, the woman's already enticing body seemed to play a game of deliberate defiance.

Shen Qingli lowered his gaze to her, his beautiful eyes swirling with a tempest, shrouded in profound darkness.

In truth, despite Fu Yunyi's difficult life within the Fu family, her figure was renowned for its curves. Her waist, seemingly delicate enough to snap, and her long, shapely legs drove men to distraction.

He slightly pursed his lips in a hint of regret, unable to immediately savor her form, which was indeed a test of his self-control.

"What are you doing just standing there? Release me at once!" Feeling the intensity of the man's heated stare, Fu Yunyi's face flushed a deeper shade of red as she bellowed in anger.

A mischievous glint passed through Shen Qingli's beautiful eyes, his brows arching in annoyance, "What's the matter? Are you unwilling?"