2.Neglected

As she lay in the afterglow of her climax, Xufan's thoughts turned to her husband, wondering if they still shared that same fire that had brought them together. She couldn't shake the feeling that her husband had grown distant, losing himself in the pursuit of his father's approval, while she was left behind in the dust, struggling to find fulfillment in an empty relationship.

But tonight was different. Tonight she was determined to make her husband see her, really see her. To remind him of the woman he had once fought to make his own.

And so, her heart aflutter with anticipation and raw desire, Xufan eased herself out of bed and slipped into her silk robe. The night air was cold, and she felt a shiver run through her body as she descended the grand marble staircase. Qin Cheng's office was located on the second floor, and as she approached the door, she paused to steady her erratic heartbeat and compose herself.

The door was slightly ajar, and with a stealthy movement, Xufan pushed it open and ventured inside.

The dim light illuminated a room filled with law books, papers strewn across a large desk, and the faint scent of alcohol lingering in the air. Qin Cheng sat behind his desk, engrossed in his work.

"Cheng," she whispered, approaching him with a measured precision.

He looked up, startled, and his eyes trailed over her body, taking in the curve of her hips and the full prize of her cleavage exposed by her silk robe.

"What do you want, Xufan?" he snapped, irritated by the interruption.

Xufan's eyes narrowed, and she let the robe slip open, revealing her bare breasts. Qin Cheng's breath caught in his throat, and he stared at the luscious valley between her mountainous breasts.

The sight of her nude body ignited something deep within him, a primitive desire that seemed to have been dormant for far too long. He stood abruptly, knocking the chair behind him over in the process, and closed the distance between them in a heartbeat.

"Xufan, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice strained as if trying to maintain some vestige of control.

She rose onto her tiptoes, tangling her hands in his hair and bringing his lips down to meet hers. A jolt of electricity coursed through her bloodstream as his lips molded against hers, devouring her entire being in one searing embrace.

There was no turning back now.

Her tongue snaked out, tracing the outline of his lips before delving between them.

He groaned, his tongue clashing against hers with a fierce hunger as they devoured each other's mouths.

Qin Cheng's hands wandered down her back, cupping her ass and grinding her against him, the rigid length of his erection pressing into her lower belly. A whimper escaped her lips as he pulled away, leaving her breathless and wanting.

"I've missed you," she panted, reaching up to stroke his cheek.

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as he absorbed her words.

"I've missed you too, Xufan," he whispered, his voice barely a thread.

Her hands traced a path down his chest, lingering over the swell of his pecs before delving lower. Her fingers curled around the waistband of his trousers, and she pulled them down, releasing his cock from its confines. It sprang up, hard and throbbing, a clear declaration of his desire for her.

Xufan couldn't help but gasp at the sheer size of him, swelling even larger before her eyes as she wrapped her fingers around the base.

Qin Cheng's breaths hitched as she began stroking him gently, her skilled touch making him writhe in anticipation.

"God, Xufan, you feel so good," he groaned, his hands tightening possessively on her waist as he pulled her closer, their bodies flush against each other.

His hard length pulsed against her, and she couldn't help but moan in response.

Just as they were about to advance, a phone suddenly started ringing breaking Qin Cheng's concentration.

He cursed under his breath, reaching for the phone perched precariously on the desk. As he picked it up, he perfunctorily acknowledged the call before muttering, "Later," and hanging up.

But Xufan, undeterred, took this moment to reach behind his back and unclasp the belt of his pants, letting it drop to the floor. She then slid her hands down his long, muscular waistline, tracing along the very outline of his hardened cock before gripping it firmly.

To her disappointment her husband stopped her.

"Not now, Xufan, I can't right now!" He barked, snatching his hand away with a look of frustration, almost regret.

Xufan couldn't believe it. "Cheng, you said you missed me...you said you wanted me!" She accused him desperately, her eyes flashing with despair and anger.

"Yes, of course, I do - but now's not the time." Forcing his eyes away from hers, he gathered his papers and quickly tidied and excused himself.

Xufan stayed rooted to the spot, a mixture of disappointment and rage coursing through her veins. 'How could he lead me on like that, string me along, only to dismiss me so coldly?' She thought angrily.

Just as she was about to exit the room, she turned to face the disarray of his office and set her mind to revenge.

Stalking across the room, she began gathering up his sacred documents and papers, tearing any precious notes he had on file, ripping them into shreds, and scattering them over his pristine mahogany desk.