Chapter 2
"Wen Meimei, you shameless slut! Get up now!" The shrill voice of a woman broke the man's reverie.
Another man stepped into the suite at that time.
This elegant and graceful gentleman was none other than Wen Meimei's fiancé, Jiang Shanyu.
Upon seeing the arrival of the main character, Wen Lili's eyes shone with victorious joy, "Shanyu, look at Wen Meimei; she's in bed with some wild man!"
"Oh my God... This is just explosive!"
"Who would have thought the third young Miss Wen would be such a shameless woman, utterly disgusting."
"Poor Mr. Jiang, not yet married, and he's been cuckolded..."
Jiang Shanyu's face turned green upon hearing those distasteful remarks and he strode forward, intending to lift the covers.
"Meimei, is it really you?"
Before his hand could touch the covers, the man on the other side of the bed cleared his throat, "Don't move."
His deep voice, husky with a gritty magnetism, was enchanting yet unsettling.
Like the King of Hell issuing a decapitation order, it halted Jiang Shanyu's movement.
Wen Lili, filled with disdain, sneered. No matter how pleasing the voice was, to her, it belonged to nothing but a lowly male prostitute, "It's just a prostitute. After doing it so many times, what is there to be shy about? Shanyu, lift the covers already!"
"Yeah, lift the covers!"
"Lift it! Lift it!"
The crowd around erupted in eager cheers, unable to wait to see Wen Meimei's reputation shattered.
Jiang Shanyu hesitated for a moment, then resolutely reached out, but as his fingers brushed the cover, his body jolted suddenly.
It was as if ice had pierced his bones—the chilling aura emanating from the man under the covers.
Jiang Shanyu's hand involuntarily retracted.
At the same time, Wen Meimei opened her eyes in despair.
Finally, she saw the man's face clearly, with its well-defined, solemn features, fair skin, and deep, enchanting black eyes.
For a moment, Wen Meimei was mesmerized.
My God, did this "wild man" have to be so handsome, as to be lethal?
Wait a second...
Wen Meimei's tearful eyes widened in shock, her pretty face turning pale as her mind short-circuited.
Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
This was the mother of all holy shits!
He, he, he...
This wasn't any "wild man"; he was the God of Wealth who covered the skies with one hand in the Imperial Capital, the cold-faced King of Hell that every woman in the world wanted to sleep with—Qiao Chengxun!
The helmsman of Qiao Group, twenty-eight years old, still unmarried to this day.
Rumors had it that Qiao Chengxun had a hidden illness—hence his abstention from women. However, others speculated that Qiao Chengxun was homosexual.
But after living through nearly two hours of tempestuous passion, Wen Meimei could no longer believe those ridiculous rumors.
If Qiao Chengxun had an issue, then all the men in the world had an issue!
Fuck me!
She had slept with the man that all the women in the world wanted!
Her dimwit of an older sister could never have managed to bring in a "wild man" of Qiao Chengxun's caliber; something must have gone wrong.
Hahaha... a chance to turn the tables had just landed in her lap.
This time, her older sister's face was bound to be smashed.
The girl's expression went from despair to surprise, and Qiao Chengxun caught every bit of it in his icy gaze, turning it into curiosity and some disdain.
To date, she was the only one to have successfully gotten close to him, and she must be gloating about having climbed into his bed.
Qiao Chengxun sat up with contempt, no longer wishing to be close to her.