In the luxurious presidential suite of a five-star hotel.
A man lounged casually on a brown leather sofa, his long legs crossed atop the table before him. His posture exuded effortless arrogance, a cold smirk playing at his lips as his wild, untamed gaze locked onto the woman opposite him.
His voice, deep and dangerously smooth, cut through the silence: "Made up your mind?"
The intensity of his stare made Lin Qianxin feel utterly exposed, as if stripped bare before him.
Clenching her fists, she met his gaze with unwavering determination. "Yes. I've decided—I'll marry you. But you have to promise—"
"Lin Qianxin," Fei Tinghao interrupted coldly, his voice slicing through her words like a blade.
He lifted a crystal wine glass, swirling the deep crimson liquid inside with deliberate grace, as if admiring a masterpiece. "You seem to have forgotten one crucial detail." His eyes remained fixed on the wine, his tone icy. "You came here to beg me, not to negotiate terms."
"I—"
Before she could protest, he set the glass down and strode toward her. In one fluid motion, he gripped her chin, forcing her to look up at him. Her delicate face was etched with defiance and quiet suffering—an expression that might have stirred pity in another man.
But Fei Tinghao only smirked, his smile dark and mocking. "Tsk. This face really is beautiful," he mused, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. "But Lin Qianxin, do you honestly think you're the only woman in the world I could have? What makes you believe I'd grant your request just because you asked?" His gaze turned glacial. "Let me make this clear—you can leave. Now."
With a flick of his wrist, he shoved her away as if discarding trash.
If not for her sudden appearance at the Fei family estate, he wouldn’t have lost Lian Ya.
And his elder brother wouldn’t be confined to a wheelchair, his legs shattered by an accident that should never have happened.
Damn her!
"I know you're not short of women, so Fei Tinghao, let's make a deal." Lin Qianxin lifted her chin, determined to make him agree to marry her.
This was her last chance!
So—
Her trembling hands slowly moved to the clasp behind her back. Closing her eyes, she let her garments fall, one by one, to the floor...
Fei Tinghao watched her with a furrowed brow, his anger simmering. Her flawless figure, her porcelain skin—any man would feel the primal urge she stirred.
Yet, an inexplicable fury burned inside him, growing fiercer by the second.
So it was all about money!
All about marrying into the Fei family, about securing her place as the second young madam!
"You're nothing but a whore, Lin Qianxin!" he roared. "Is selling yourself the only way you can get what you want?"
Lin Qianxin's eyes remained shut for a moment before she slowly opened them, her voice trembling. "After all the trouble you've gone through... isn't this exactly what you wanted?"
Fei Tinghao's gaze turned icy. "Say that again, Lin Qianxin."
*Crash!*
The wineglass shattered against the stark white wall, shards scattering like broken dreams, the spilled wine staining the surface like a streak of dried blood.
Unable to restrain himself any longer, Fei Tinghao strode forward in a flash, bending down to seize her jaw with a vice-like grip. His handsome features twisted into something almost monstrous, the sound of his teeth grinding audible between them. "Lin Qianxin, do you really think your mediocre looks could seduce me? Have you overestimated your charm that much?" His voice dripped with venom. "I told you—you have no bargaining power with me!"
"Fei Tinghao, I'm sorry... About your brother and Miss Lian, I truly apologize—"
"Shut up! You don't deserve to even mention them!"
Tears suddenly streamed down Lin Qianxin's face like a broken dam. "I'm sorry..."
Those two words were all she could muster, her voice choked with guilt.
Fei Tinghao glared at her, his chest heaving with unbridled hatred. Every fiber of his being screamed to tear this woman—this unwanted intruder in his life—to pieces. "You gold-digging wretch," he spat. "You want to marry into the Fei family so badly? Then get on your knees and beg me!"
Clenching her teeth, Lin Qianxin shut her eyes and collapsed onto the floor. The icy tiles beneath her might as well have been nonexistent—her entire body was numb, frozen from the outside in. "I'm begging you," she whispered, her voice hollow. "Marry me."
Fei Tinghao's gaze raked over her crumpled form, his lips curling into a sneer. "Begging me for what? I didn't catch that."
"Fei Tinghao, I'm begging you—marry me!"
"Louder. I can't hear you."
"Fei Tinghao, I'm begging you to marry me..."
Like a broken record, Lin Qianxin mechanically repeated the words, each syllable a dagger twisting deeper into her heart. She could almost hear the blood dripping from her shattered soul.
Fei Tinghao's face darkened, his eyes burning crimson as they roamed over her nearly exposed body. With a rough yank, he dragged her up and flung her onto the bed, his voice a guttural growl. "Lin Qianxin, if you insist on degrading yourself like this, then fine—I'll oblige!"
"Your very existence in the Fei family is a sin," he hissed. "And I swear, you'll regret every second of today."
———
Not long after, sensational headlines swept through City S: The young billionaire CEO of Shuoyang Group, Fei Tinghao, had entered into a whirlwind marriage!
