C41 Fuck Me!(part I)

He had glimpsed the handsome face inside the car at Gu Ruoshan's birthday party.

It belonged to Bo Yandong.

Qin Lang's brow furrowed slightly.

Were Gu Zhiwei and Bo Yandong truly an item?

But wasn't it Gu Ruoshan who was supposed to marry Bo Yandong?

...

As soon as Gu Zhiwei entered the car, she became affectionate like a clingy kitten, leaping into the man's embrace.

"Yandong," she wrapped her arms around the man's lean waist, resting her head on his shoulder, and cooed, "I'm so exhausted. I need to recharge."

Bo Yandong glanced over at Qin Lang among the crowd, then his gaze fell back to the delicate porcelain-like profile of the woman.

His voice took on a chilly edge, "Since when have you two become so close?"

Gu Zhiwei paused, then realized to whom he was referring.

She lifted her head, propping her chin on his shoulder, her voice teasing, "Are you jealous?"

Sensing his body tense up, the amusement in Gu Zhiwei's eyes intensified.

"He was just apologizing to me."

Her explanation seemed to ease the tension in the man's chiseled features.

After a brief silence in the car, he asked softly, "Do you want to get back at Gu Ruoshan? I can help you."

He had always been waiting for her to ask, yet she had never brought it up.

Caught off guard by his question, Gu Zhiwei paused.

Then, with a playful smile, she whispered, "I've been getting back at her all along."

She then lifted her head, batting her eyelashes at him, "Haven't you noticed?"

Bo Yandong gazed into her bright eyes, momentarily captivated.

"Let's drop this dull subject," Gu Zhiwei grumbled, swiftly changing the topic, "Let's head to the supermarket. What would you like to eat? I'll cook it for you."

She added with a hint of reluctance, "I wouldn't even think of cooking if it weren't to thank you for your help today."

Watching her lips move in a cute grumble, Bo Yandong's mood lifted considerably.

He smirked and instructed Qin Chuan, who was behind the wheel, "Take us to the nearest supermarket."

"Understood." Qin Chuan caught the contented smile of the distinguished man in the backseat through the rearview mirror and couldn't help but give a slight twitch of his lips.

Mr. Bo's expression clearly showed he was smitten.

Qin Chuan headed to the nearest fresh food supermarket.

Upon exiting the car, Gu Zhiwei naturally placed her hand in Bo Yandong's palm.

The man paused, momentarily taken aback.

This was their first true handhold.

Her palm was soft and smooth, yet there were a few calluses at the base of her fingers, likely from long-term use of some tool.

He glanced down at the woman beside him, his ears flushing uncontrollably once more.

Gu Zhiwei turned to look at him, thinking he might be uncomfortable with public displays of affection, and began to withdraw her hand.

But just as she did, Bo Yandong suddenly caught her wrist, opened his hand, and intertwined his fingers with hers.

After this gesture, he couldn't bring himself to meet Gu Zhiwei's gaze and cleared his throat, "Let's go."

The supermarket was bustling with the day's peak shopping hours.

Housewives flocked in after work to buy groceries, planning to prepare a wonderful dinner for their families and children.

Gu Zhiwei, hand in hand with Bo Yandong, pushed a small cart and filled it with an assortment of vegetables.

Bo Yandong watched the woman beside him select produce with practiced ease, feeling a surreal sense of disbelief.

He had never imagined that one day he would be strolling through a supermarket with his wife, just like countless other ordinary couples.

Yet in this moment, he found the experience profoundly satisfying.

The warmth of it wasn't overpowering, but it was pervasive, seeping into his very soul, threatening to engulf him completely.