The CEO’s Dancing Wife – Part One


I felt like every bone in my body was screaming in pain, yet he was still not satisfied. With a hint of complaint, he said, “Were all those previous sessions just for show? Why don’t you respond at all, lying there like a dead fish? Show some reaction, will you?” I really wanted to spit the blood from the corner of my mouth onto his face. He paused for a moment, flipped me over to face him, hoisted one of my legs onto his shoulder, and bit into my calf, then thrust into me fiercely. I was unprepared and let out a cry, but my voice was muffled and hoarse. He muttered under his breath, “Little slut…”, then bent down, grabbed my hair, and said, “Li, turn on the light. I want to see her face.” My heart skipped a beat. Although I had been wondering if he was Song Li all along, hearing that he wasn’t, my heart sank. What were they planning to do? Humiliate me like this? The light came on, illuminating the room like daylight, leaving nowhere to hide. I closed my eyes for a moment before slowly opening them. The first thing I saw was a pair of cold eyes, slightly furrowed brows, a mocking and scornful gaze. We locked eyes for a while, and then the man laughed, reached out to stroke my forehead, rubbing back and forth, and slowly said in a low voice, “You’re sweating, enjoying it?” The one on me turned my chin towards the light, “Wow, aside from the four heavenly beauties, there’s such a gem here,” he said, looking up at Song Li, “How come all the good stuff falls into your lap? The soon-to-be CEO of Song Corporation, billions in market value, and now such a beauty.” He increased the force and frequency of his thrusts, groping me randomly, “Look at this face, this waist, these legs, this skin, tsk tsk tsk, it’s deadly.” “You’re not so bad yourself,” Song Li got up and sat on the nearby couch, lighting a cigarette with leisure, exhaling smoke leisurely, “The soon-to-be CEO’s wife, yet you get to taste her first, Cheng Yu, the great young master.” “Haha, we’re beyond such distinctions,” he finally seemed satisfied, gripping my waist tightly, letting out a long ‘hmm’, panting on my shoulder for a while before jumping off the bed, wrapping a sheet around his waist, pouring himself a drink and downing it like water. He sat back on the bed, looking down at me, “What, can’t bear to get up? Am I that unforgettable?” I endured the pain, gritted my teeth, sat up, and began to dress. Cheng Yu watched me with a lustful gaze, holding his wine glass, “What to do? I think I’m getting addicted. Why don’t you come with me?” I glanced at him; after half a day of entanglement, I finally saw him clearly. He had large, flirtatious eyes, slightly upturned at the corners, fair skin, delicate features, still flushed from passion, with a frivolous smile, undeniably the look of a dashing young gentleman. But I sensed the danger in his bones. Cheng Yu, I’ve heard of him, the third son of Guangyin Electronics, known for his vices, yet incredibly gifted in business. Outwardly charming and suave, but at heart, the most ruthless. If possible, I wanted to stay far away from him. And the other, the man I was to marry, sat upright on the couch, cigarette in hand, composed, confident, and at ease. The eyes that had just met mine were like ice dipped in poison, burning with cold, resentment, and disdain. Now, though they were still staring at me, the smoke veiled them, making it hard to read. “Tang Xiaofu,” he spoke, his voice naturally carrying a subtle hoarseness, “I know Fan Jinxuan brought you here. I can double whatever she offered you. Let go of the shares, leave, and never let me see you again, how about that?” I futilely pulled at my torn coat, trying to cover as much of myself as possible, then slowly got off the bed. I swore, if they hadn’t just treated me like this, I might have considered his proposal. But now, I couldn’t, nor did I want to let him have his way. I looked up, trying to control the tremble in my voice, “No, I only want to be your wife.” Song Li paused, then laughed, “If you know what you’re saying, I’m actually quite impressed. So be it, as you wish.” He stubbed out his cigarette on the nearby table, stood up, and walked over to me. I suddenly noticed how tall he was, almost looking down on me, “Tang Xiaofu, after we’re married, we’ll have plenty of time to play.”

Chapter 4: Sister

Suddenly, my life got busy, with many people eager to meet me. Today, I was to meet two ladies at a private club near Tian Shang. One was my rival, also my half-sister; the other was my future sister-in-law. I looked at the two beauties standing before me. Liu Yi, whom I hadn’t seen for about ten years. In my memory, she had long, shiny chestnut hair, curls reaching her waist like a little angel. Now, she still had long hair, in big waves, a color so appealing one would want to touch it. Her skin was flawless, her features perfect. She had a delicate, vulnerable aura that could easily stir protective instincts in anyone. Beside her, Song Ying was like a protective panther, her round eyes unabashedly scrutinizing me from head to toe, then sneering slightly. Before leaving, I had applied heavy, gaudy makeup, my hair set like a helmet with a lot of hairspray, the scent of cheap perfume making me want to hold my breath, wearing a garish red dress with black fishnet stockings, the typical attire of a streetwalker. In contrast, Liu Yi wore a simple, elegant light gray knit dress, her movements exuding a noble grace without any jewelry. The two women sitting across from each other directly illustrated the stark contrast between heaven and earth. Even Song Ying would feel a pang of regret for Song Li, “Miss Tang,” Liu Yi smiled gently at me, her misty eyes subtly revealing sadness, “I heard that you and Li… I mean Song Li, are about to get married.” “Yes,” I nodded, taking a big sip of the coffee in front of me. “Miss Tang, I have a favor to ask,” she paused, “You know the current status of New Song; the wedding of the new CEO will be the biggest, most sensational event of the year.”

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