Does he have some sort of fetish?
Sheng Youxia never noticed it before.
Just because she called him Mr. Fu, that was enough to excite him?
"If you don't want to sign, just give me a straight answer."
Fu Shilv curled a strand of her hair around his finger, "It's not like we can't negotiate, print the agreement, and I'll sign it tomorrow morning."
Sheng Youxia could discern his implication.
"And the condition?"
Fu Shilv shamelessly stared at her, "Mrs. Fu, you haven't fulfilled your duties in a long time."
With the atmosphere already set, Sheng Youxia couldn't feign ignorance and she rose, positioning herself on the man's lap.
"So, Mr. Fu, if I sleep with you tonight, you'll sign the paper, right?"
As Fu Shilv watched her lower herself for a divorce agreement, he felt little joy, "Yes."
"Then carry me upstairs, and we'll have a proper bath."
Sheng Youxia could walk; she was just too lazy to. Such privileges were usually reserved for Liang Nianwei.