If You Want to Sleep with Me, You Have to Marry Me

The dim yellow light.

The seduction of lips intertwining, Su Weiwei reached out and unfastened Huo Beiting's tie. She whispered his name in a seductive, almost demonic tone.

"Beiting, if you want to sleep with me, you have to marry me."

Huo Beiting pulled at her dress, his tone cruel as he said, "Marry me, but I want a 'buy one, get one free' deal." He hinted as he touched her abdomen.

Su Weiwei was stirred by his teasing.

Her breath quickened.

"I think I saw Young Master Sun earlier," she purred, her voice intentionally contrived as she caressed his body.

"He?" Huo Beiting let out a low laugh. "He has the ability to book a hotel room?"

Su Weiwei responded coyly, "At least his name is Sun Weimeng."

"Is he more 'mighty' than me?"

With a rough movement, Huo Beiting pushed her onto the bed.

Su Weiwei giggled, her body shaking with laughter.

The night passed in a tangle of passion.

When daylight broke, Su Weiwei woke up, still a bit drowsy, and wrapped her arms around Huo Beiting's waist. "You promised you'd marry me."

"Of course."

Huo Beiting pinched her face lightly and said, "Don't forget to have your dad invest in me. I gave you a few billion last night. You should repay me."

"Annoying!" Su Weiwei teased, "I'm the only daughter of the Su family, he listens to me."

"Mm."

Huo Beiting was pleased with how things had turned out, both mentally and physically satisfied.

Su Weiwei's fingers traced circles on his chest as she asked, "What exactly is the identity of the founder of Yuan Group? Is he more powerful than you?"

"Heh."

Huo Beiting smirked. "You don't know how powerful I am? That old man is probably a deep thinker, half-buried in the ground. He'll be at Grandpa's seventieth birthday celebration, you can meet him then."

Su Weiwei nodded thoughtfully, "I'll go take a look then."

"Alright, I have to go to the company. You go home," Huo Beiting said, giving her a light slap on the backside to send her on her way.

Su Weiwei dressed in the same dress from last night and, with a sore back, took a taxi back to the Su family's house.

She looked radiant, her face glowing with satisfaction, a smile lingering on her lips.

Last night, Huo Beiting had pampered her endlessly, and she loved it.

But as soon as she stepped into the Su family's villa, she was hit by the strong smell of Chinese medicine.

Her brows furrowed. "This terrible smell is making the Su family unlucky! If an old hen can't lay eggs, don't force it!"

Zhao Yuzhen came out of the kitchen and looked at her with concern. "Weiwei, where were you last night? Your dad and I were worried."

Su Weiwei casually threw her bag aside and sat down on the sofa, sipping a glass of water.

"I spent the night with Huo Beiting," she said nonchalantly.

"Weiwei, girls should love themselves. Don't let men take advantage before marriage. Once they get what they want, they won't treasure you," Zhao Yuzhen said earnestly.

Su Weiwei gave her a mocking look. "Stepmom, you're a second wife who climbed into my dad's bed. How dare you say such things? You've been boiling this awful-smelling medicine for years and still haven't had a son. Stepmom, aren't you already past menopause?"

Zhao Yuzhen's face flushed, her hands clenched in anger.

"Are you mad? It's not easy for an old clam to give birth, why not let those other women outside give my dad a son?" Su Weiwei said without mercy.

There was no respect in her eyes.

"Your dad is not that kind of person," Zhao Yuzhen replied dryly.

Su Weiwei sneered, "Which man doesn't cheat? You're old, how do you expect to keep his heart? Is it because of your age or the medicine you love drinking?"

"Weiwei, I'm your stepmother. Could you show me a little respect?" Zhao Yuzhen pleaded.

"I only have one mom. I'm going to sleep. I need to pick out a diamond ring later today. Beiting is so good to me."

She put down the cup and, with a swish of her hips in high heels, headed upstairs.

Zhao Yuzhen clenched her teeth, her body trembling with anger.

Su Weiwei's words made her feel exposed in an instant.

Remembering how Su Heng spent every night socializing, the scent of perfume and lipstick marks—those were signs of other women flaunting their affairs. She, as a second wife, had climbed to a high position, but those young, beautiful mistresses obviously had their own ambitions.

She needed a son!

She needed a son to secure her position!

She grabbed her phone and dialed the private detective's number. "I'll add another 100,000! Find Cheng Han, get me Cheng Han. After it's done, I'll give you 500,000!"

She nearly shouted into the phone.

Zhao Yuzhen knew she wasn't easy to conceive. The child she had before had damaged her health. Even Qiao Xi had...

If someone could heal her, she would pay any price!

She swallowed the bitterness, turning it into hatred!

She must have a son!

...

Noon.

It was hospital lunch break.

After sharing lunch with Aunt Qian, Qiao Xi left the hospital and headed straight to the nearest shopping mall.

She wanted to save money to buy a gift for Huo Xingzhou.

At a counter, she immediately spotted a pair of sapphire-studded cufflinks.

"Hello, I'd like to see these," she said.

"Of course, miss." The saleslady, wearing white gloves, presented the cufflinks in a tray. "You have great taste; these are our classic model."

18,000.

The price tag made Qiao Xi wince.

But she bit her lip and said, "I'll take them, please pack them in a gift box."

This was the money she'd saved for a while.

"Please hold on," the saleslady handed her an elegant gift box with a bow tied on it.

"Thank you," Qiao Xi took it, but just as she turned to leave, a woman intentionally bumped into her, nearly causing the gift box to fall.

It was her again!

"Second-rate sapphires, and you're showing off diamonds?"

Su Weiwei, in a tight dress with a wool coat over it, sneered, "18,000? That's what I spend on a facial. Huo Beiting gave me this card, says I can choose any diamond ring I want. Do you have one?"

Su Weiwei flaunted her black card, a smug smile on her face, mocking Qiao Xi, whose hand was ringless.

Qiao Xi's face darkened. "So Huo Beiting is really rich. Looks like losing the 20% of shares isn't such a big deal."

"Qiao Xi, what's there to be proud of! The Huo family will belong to Beiting sooner or later. With Zhuo Feng around, Huo Xingzhou won't last..." Su Weiwei realized she'd said too much, her voice cutting off suddenly.

"What's Zhuo Feng?" Qiao Xi's gaze sharpened, her eyes clear as if she could see through everything.

Su Weiwei was caught off guard, realizing she had blurted something dangerous.

What if Qiao Xi had figured it out? Would Beiting's plan fail?

Should she tell Beiting and have him deal with Qiao Xi?

"It's nothing, you heard wrong! I'm not going to argue with a country girl," Su Weiwei quickly backpedaled.

She awkwardly turned and walked toward another jewelry store.

Qiao Xi, holding the gift box, received a message about her payment being processed.

18,000 gone.

She walked to the most famous dessert shop nearby, bought afternoon tea for the elegant Liu Old Lady, and then returned to the hospital.

Just as she reached the door of the 2103 patient room, she heard a loud "thud," the sound of something heavy hitting the ground.