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【Heir of a Transnational Conglomerate's Secret Meeting with Mistress on Wedding Night—What Lies Ahead for this Business Marriage?】

The alluring, bare back of Huo Qing'ang.

The voluptuous silhouette of a young model is provocatively curved.

Pictures of their bodies entwined in a fiery embrace sent pulses racing, and hormones surging.

This news quickly became the focus of global discussions, dominating the front pages of major media both at home and abroad.

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Gu Pianpian had never expected that on the first day of her marriage, with everything good in the morning out for jogging, things would turn out to be this chaotic.

Huo's lavish villa, funded with billions, specially designed for their wedding, was now swarmed by reporters.

It was as if not even a fly could penetrate the crowd, let alone a person.

A microphone was unceremoniously shoved towards Gu Pianpian, and a reporter asked, "Mrs. Huo, how do you feel about Mr. Huo's rendezvous with the young model on your wedding night?"

Indeed, Gu Pianpian was the fortunate yet unfortunate Mrs. Huo.

"Of course..." Gu Pianpian paused for a moment.

The reporters immediately surrounded her with excitement.

Gu Pianpian looked at these journalists, raised an eyebrow, and smiled coyly, "To feel by my senses."

Disappointed expressions filled the faces of the reporters; evidently, they were not satisfied with that answer. "We heard that you forced Master Huo into marriage with you by attempted suicide. Is that true?"

Any woman on this planet, alive and of the female gender, would have dreamed of marrying Huo Qing'ang, the globally renowned and immensely wealthy young man.

"If forcing him with suicide could really work, the bodies waiting for cremation would be around the Earth in circles by now," Gu Pianpian's smile grew even more wicked.

Unfortunately, rumors only stopped before the wise.

The crowd reacted, "Isn't Mrs. Huo quite venomous? No wonder Master Huo is cheating with a young model! Serves her right!"

Suddenly, a rapid and impatient horn blared.

"Look! It's Master Huo's car!" someone exclaimed in the crowd.

Huo Qing'ang, the man who commanded fear throughout Jin City.

In an instant, the atmosphere turned as cold as ice, his presence intimidating without the need for anger.

No one dared to breathe, anxiously and expectantly watching the approaching car.

With the door rising slowly, Huo Qing'ang stepped out of his globally limited edition Lamborghini. He walked down with stride and a stern face, bathed in the orange sunlight, dressed in a white shirt. His eyes were like deep abysses, profound, sinister, and dangerous.

Perhaps due to excessive exertion the previous night, his face appeared slightly pale, but his allure remained unaffected, exuding a wild and irresistible sense of coldness.

Next, from a distant corner, a tiny yet powerful voice echoed, "Oh my goodness! Song Ci is here too!"

Song Ci, the headline-grabbing model of today's event.

Knowing that everyone was focused on this matter right now, Huo Qing'ang still boldly brought Song Ci along, heading straight to their wedding room.

This was clearly a show of dominance over Gu Pianpian.

But Gu Pianpian didn't care a wit; instead, she pitied Huo Qing'ang. Clearly, he didn't love her, yet he had to marry her.

What difference did it make to be an heir to a wealthy family?

—He was just like her, who couldn’t decide who he could be with.

Soon, the sound of leather shoes and high heels echoed together in the villa's living room.

Seeing Gu Pianpian sitting on the couch, motionless and engrossed in her phone, Huo Qing'ang reached out and snatched the phone from her, "Go pour some water for Miss Song."

His voice was deep, powerful, slightly hoarse, yet incredibly commanding.

"Since when, Mr. Huo, have you seen a wife serving tea to her husband’s mistress?" She lifted her head, composed and disdainful, and met his intimidating gaze. "And Mr. Huo, there's no need to speak so loudly. People who don't know might think your wife is deaf."

Huo Qing'ang bent down, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Wife?"

His pupils, as deep as a cold night, were full of mockery, like a massive vortex ready to swallow her whole.

One contract, with Huo Qing'ang as Party A and Gu Mingyao and Zhou Hairong as Party B, was forcefully thrown onto Gu Pianpian's face. "You... have no right to negotiate with me."

Gu Mingyao was Gu Pianpian's biological father.

Zhou Hairong was Gu Pianpian's wicked stepmother.

With the Gu family bankrupt, Gu Mingyao and Zhou Hairong took control and arranged a marriage for Huo Qing'ang and Gu Pianpian.

Gu Pianpian would give birth to a child for Huo Qing'ang's child and help him secure the position of CEO of the Huo Corporation.

Meanwhile, Huo Qing'ang would invest in Gu Corporation until their financial crisis was completely resolved.

It was the first time for both her and her stepmother’s children to be human, but she had to put her step siblings before herself.

That was why she had to save the Gu family by sacrificing her own body and womb.

Another contract was thrown at Huo Qing'ang with the same force.

Party A: Gu Pianpian.

Party B: Gu Mingyao and Zhou Hairong.

Starting from the day Party A married into the Huo family, Party B would pay Party A 300,000 yuan on the first day of each month.

"Now that Mr. Huo and I both know that our marriage is just a contract, I kindly request Mr. Huo to uphold the spirit of the contract. I have no obligation to cooperate with you on anything other than having children," Gu Pianpian's gaze deepened. "Feel free to sleep with whoever you like after I have given birth, just don't bring any sexual diseases home."

After her mother's death, she had been abandoned by Gu Mingyao at a temple in the mountains. If it weren't for Old Master Huo insisting that Huo Qing'ang's wife had to be her, she would never have had any dealings with the Gu family, who had lost all decency.

And she certainly wouldn't have any connection with the man before her, who belonged to a completely different world.

Even in her dreams, he was an unreachable figure.

She could have declined, but the abbot who had raised her was seriously ill, in the ICU, with daily medical expenses reaching around ten thousand yuan.

Even though she had arrogance, in this love that had no blood relation but was stronger than one, she willingly lowered her head.

Huo Qing'ang casually tossed the contract aside, then looked down at her from above, his gaze like an interrogator examining a suspect.

She wasn't tall, just reaching his shoulder, but her features were exquisitely delicate. She was wearing a tank top, and the two arms revealed beautifully defined muscles, a result of years of exercise.

Could such a small person really have the audacity to strike him?

Gu Mingyao's sly character was sickening, but his daughter was quite interesting.

Seeing Huo Qing'ang's silence, Gu Pianpian added, "However, if you and Miss Song plan to ‘exercise’ later and need an audience to applaud and set the mood, as long as Mr. Huo pays the price, I'd be happy to oblige."

Huo Qing'ang's lips curled up slightly, and in one swift motion, he reached out, pressing her down on the couch.

In an instant, he had her pinned beneath him, their bodies tightly pressed together.

"I'll give you three million. Will you join us?" The danger in the air engulfed Gu Pianpian, visible to the naked eye...