C2 One Night

I curved my lips into a smile, pushing Mu Chengyang onto the bed and straddling him. With one hand, I tugged at his collar, slowly exhaling against his neck. In a sultry tone, I whispered in his ear, "You're so handsome, it's almost criminal. So, why don't we commit a little crime together?" Then, I gently nibbled on his earlobe...

The next morning.

"Awake?"

A cold voice suddenly came from behind, devoid of emotion yet filled with a sharp, oppressive edge. My body tensed involuntarily. I turned around slowly, and was taken aback.

Mu Chengyang stood there, shirtless, his chiseled abs on display, looking at me with an arrogant gaze. His features were sharp and striking, yet he was as cold as ice.

A shiver ran through me, and before I knew it, our bare bodies were once again pressed closely together. The intimacy between a man and a woman can often be the most potent aphrodisiac.

For reasons unknown, Mu Chengyang, who usually had no interest in women, found himself captivated by this body. He couldn't help but wrap his hands around my slender waist, exploring with his touch.

This time, I was fully conscious. I immediately jabbed my elbow back, trying to resist, but my unusual reaction only seemed to pique Mu Chengyang's interest even more.

"Oh? Are you playing hard to get?" Mu Chengyang's warm breath lingered around my neck, creating an air of intimacy.

"Let go of me!" I felt every hair on my body stand on end as I struggled desperately, but all my efforts were in vain.

The room was filled with the alluring scent of violet incense, and the flickering dim lights added a touch of seduction.

Without a word, Mu Chengyang pinned my slender frame beneath him.

After the storm passed, I turned away from Mu Chengyang, wrapping myself in the sheets, as silence filled the room.

Sometimes, silence carries more anger than a thousand words.

Mu Chengyang elegantly fastened his cufflinks and said softly, "Enough, woman. You should know when to stop. Haven't you already achieved your goal? Why pretend now? I can tell you this much—you've successfully caught my attention."

"Heh." I let out a cold chuckle, not particularly interested in engaging with this arrogant man.

But I really should think about how I ended up in this man's bed.

In my hazy memory, it was my husband, Muh Linfeng, who handed me a cold drink, and after that, everything went blank.

Wait a minute, suddenly, fragments of memory flashed with the image of a greasy, sleazy bald face, viciously tearing at my clothes, and then...

That pig-headed man reached over with his fat, greasy hand and ripped my clothes apart, and outside the door, I clearly saw a face I knew all too well.

Muh Linfeng!

So, was this a conspiracy?

Did my own husband personally deliver me to another man's bed?

And what kind of connection do I have with this inexplicable Mu Chengyang?

What exactly happened last night?

Is this a conspiracy or revenge, and who will have the last laugh?

However, no matter what... she was determined to win.