Chapter 1: Night Before the Divorce, the Villainous Family Can Hear My Thoughts!
Chapter 1: Still Not Satisfied?
Night.
Shen Cheng lay wide awake, turning her head to gaze obsessively at the man beside her.
In the dim light, the man’s sleeping face lost its usual coldness and detachment, replaced by a softness and closeness.
After rounds of passion, Shen Cheng felt her entire body weak and aching, especially her legs, trembling as if they didn’t belong to her anymore.
And her waist? Let’s not even mention it.
The "exercise" earlier had almost snapped it in half.
Yet, she couldn’t sleep.
Her lips curved into a satisfied smile as her eyes lingered on his handsome face, full of tenderness.
This face, as if sculpted by a god, was flawless and constantly captivated her.
She reached out to touch it.
Suddenly, the man’s eyes snapped open, locking onto her.
The sharp gaze carried no trace of gentleness, like a lion abruptly awakened, exuding an aura of danger.
Shen Cheng’s hand froze two centimeters away from his cheek.
The warmth and closeness from moments ago vanished, replaced by an icy and intimidating expression.
Her heart sank, filled with bitterness and disappointment.
Huo Xingjian stared at her for five seconds before flipping her beneath him. His cold voice echoed, "Still not satisfied?"
It wasn’t just cold—it was laced with sarcasm.
"No," Shen Cheng denied, her expression calm. "I just wanted to... mmph..."
Huo Xingjian didn’t give her a chance to finish, silencing her with action instead of words.
Soon, her soft cries filled the quiet night, tantalizing and intoxicating.
That night, Shen Cheng felt like a fish on a chopping board, entirely at his mercy.
By the time she woke the next day, the sun was already high. The man was gone, and she had no idea when he had left.
She couldn’t help but admire him—no matter how wild the night got, he was always the one in control, brimming with energy.
As for her, she was always the one to endure, left utterly drained.
The soreness in her body reminded her of the madness of the previous night.
Ignoring the pain, Shen Cheng lifted the blanket and got out of bed.
But—
“Hiss!” she gasped as her legs gave out, causing her to fall forward.
A strong arm caught her, and his mocking voice rang out above her, "Throwing yourself at me? You’ve got that move down to perfection."
"I didn’t," Shen Cheng lifted her gaze to meet his, trying to explain.
But he simply tossed her back onto the bed and walked toward the door without another glance.
Watching his retreating figure, Shen Cheng’s heart ached with sadness and bitterness.
"Happy birthday, hubby," she said softly, just before he stepped out of the room.
However, he didn’t even pause for a moment. It was as if he hadn’t heard her voice at all, disappearing completely from her sight.
Shen Cheng sat on the edge of the bed, wrapped in a blanket, looking up at the ceiling as tears silently slid down her cheeks.
She liked Huo Xingjian—love at first sight.
At the age of fifteen, when she first met him, she was deeply captivated. Shamelessly, she chased after him and vowed she would marry no one else.
Unfortunately, he ignored her feelings and remained unmoved by her pursuit.
She used underhanded methods to marry him.
Yes, she ruthlessly extinguished the budding affection he had for his white moonlight before it could even take root.
Then, she forced him to marry her.
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Now, three years into their marriage, aside from their physical intimacy, he treated her like she didn’t exist.
Today was Huo Xingjian’s 30th birthday. Shen Cheng thought this was the best birthday gift she could give him.
Gritting her teeth to endure the soreness, she walked toward the bathroom.
But her legs were so weak and wobbly that she lost her balance, falling ungracefully into the bathroom. Her forehead even hit the edge of the bathtub.
Suddenly, images flashed in her mind like a movie reel, playing at high speed.
Shen Cheng was completely stunned.
It turned out her life was nothing but a fictional storybook. The title of the book was *The Tycoon Reconciles with His First Love, the White Moonlight.*
Oh, and that tycoon wasn’t Huo Xingjian. Of course, the white moonlight wasn’t her, Shen Cheng, either.
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