Cheng Beiwei felt a parched dryness in her throat. The man before her was her beloved, but after tonight, he might hate her to the bone.

She could feel the man's warm and dry fingers threatening to break her delicate waist. The strong scent of his hormones entirely surrounded her, forcing her to cling desperately onto the man's broad shoulders, entangling herself with him at the brink of life and death.

"You devious woman, don't touch me!"

The man commanded fiercely, his hand choking her throat, preventing her from taking any more initiative.

She didn't know how many hours had passed. Lying on the bed like a dead fish, she was covered in sweat, quietly feeling his body heat gradually fading away.

"Master..." she hoarsely murmured.

"Cheng Beiwei, you're done for!"

The man cursed bitterly in her ear, his lips falling on the butterfly bone on the back of her shoulder. He seemed to be sucking her blood dry, threatening to break her bones.

"It's not over yet!"

Cheng Beiwei's tear-filled eyes stared blankly ahead, whispering quietly.

He didn’t know that she was just his appetizer. She wanted to laugh, but tears came first. At that moment, she felt so sorry for him.

"What?"

The renowned young master of the Fu family had no idea where things were heading.

If she was merely trying to offer herself to him...

The door to the room dinged open, a group of reporters rushed in, and aimed their cameras at the bed, snapping away furiously.

The man, standing erect, gazed at the woman beneath his eyes, only glancing sideways once.

So many cameras, cellphones, were simultaneously aimed at the naked duo on the bed.

Suddenly, he understood what was happening and couldn't help but grill her: "What the hell are you trying to do?"

"Marry me!"

Cheng Beiwei looked into his hateful eyes, uttering those two words that were supposed to make her happy, yet she felt as if she was at the gates of Hell.

"Marry you? You may regret it!"

He sneered at her.

The reporters couldn't hear what they were saying and, unable to contain their curiosity, asked: "Master Fu, is the girl on the bed your adopted daughter from the Fu family?"

"Is the reason Master Fu hasn't had a girlfriend all these years because he loves Miss Cheng Beiwei?"

"Master Fu, please answer us. Are you two in a relationship, or is Miss Cheng Beiwei your secret possession that dislikes seeing people?"

"Does the Fu family know nothing about your affair?"

"We're going to get married soon!"

After this sentence, there was silence in the room for two seconds, and then it became lively again.

The man, with his dark phoenix eyes, stared straight at the woman lying on the bed, silently shedding tears. Since she desires it, he would give it to her.

When Cheng Beiwei heard they were going to get married soon, her watery eyes stared at him in disbelief.

The young master of the Fu family has never been the type to pander to others' wishes.

She has no expectation at all!

"Have I made myself clear? The woman in this bed will soon become my lawful wife. If you comprehend, you can leave now." He is annoyed and casts a cold gaze from his dark, frosty eyes to the people behind those tools. Once the awe-inspiring aura around him emerges, no one dares to ask further.

His statement about marrying the woman in the bed is enough to land these people a generous sum.

However, once the reporters left, there was a deathly silence in the guest room.

"Young Master, did you say you are going to marry me?"

Cheng Beiwei struggled to get up, ignoring her immense pain to ask him.

"Yes, I will marry you. But keep in mind, you will never achieve happiness. This is just a game!"

Fu Cheng looked at her distastefully, said this sentence and then coldly strode away.