7.Don't mess with my nephew.

Su Ci showed no expression. "Congratulations."

"Come and help me take a bath right away!"

After Su Xue took a bath, she took out a bottle of high-end perfume and sprayed herself until she smelled really good. Thinking of Fu Nancheng's incredibly handsome face and his figure that was comparable to that of an international male model, she felt as if she was on fire. She couldn't wait any longer.

"Su Ci, jealous much? Remember, you're just a lowly substitute, while I'm the real Mrs. Fu!" With that, Su Xue walked out haughtily.

Su Xue entered the master bedroom. Fu Nancheng had already gotten up and was now standing tall and handsome in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. "Honey, I'm here~" Su Xue pounced on him.

Fu Nancheng had been waiting for Su Xue, waiting for the scent on her body. But when she pounced, there was a pungent smell of perfume. It was the smell of rose perfume, which was really tacky.

Fu Nancheng immediately reached out and pushed her away. "What's that smell on you? Why isn't it the scent that was on the bed?"

Su Xue froze. The scent on the bed? She hadn't slept in this bed yet. Before, it was... Su Ci who slept in it. Did he want the scent on Su Ci's body?

At this moment, Fu Nancheng narrowed his dangerous, narrow eyes. "Could it be that the person who slept in this bed wasn't you?"

Goodness, he was about to find out.

"It's me, honey. It's me. I just took a bath with flower petals, which covered up my original scent..."

"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and take a shower. I want the original scent in here. Otherwise, you don't have to be Mrs. Fu anymore!"

"Okay, okay." Su Xue felt that he was in a really bad mood today. She didn't know who had pissed him off. She quickly ran out.

...

Su Ci was getting ready to go to bed when she saw Su Xue walk in with a gloomy face. "Su Xue, why are you here again? Did Fu Nancheng kick you out?"

"…Su Ci, you're going to sleep with my husband tonight!"

What? Su Xue was actually asking her to sleep with Fu Nancheng again?

"I'm not going." Su Ci refused immediately.

Su Xue clenched her fists, her eyes filled with jealous rage. Did she think she wanted to do this? She didn't want to at all! But she had no choice. Fu Nancheng wanted the scent on Su Ci's body. If Su Ci didn't go in and sleep with him, he would discover the truth, and she didn't want to lose her position as Mrs. Fu.

Then Su Xue took out her phone and played a video. "Su Ci, take a look at this."

Su Ci raised her eyes and immediately saw her grandma in the video. Her grandma was wearing a hospital gown and lying on the bed. After not seeing her for a long time, her grandma's hair had turned completely white, and she was thin. Her grandma had an oxygen mask on her face and was calling her feebly, "Cici... Cici..."

"Su Ci, are you going or not? If you don't go, I'll have someone pull out your grandma's oxygen mask right now. Oh, and your grandma misses you a lot. She's probably afraid that you'll be bullied by others, so she calls your name every day."

Su Ci's fair eyes turned red. She stared coldly at Su Xue. "Fine, I'll go."

"Su Ci, I'm just asking you to sleep with my husband, but you can't let my husband touch you. And you must be out by six o'clock tomorrow morning. Don't stay in bed with my husband for even an extra minute!"

Su Xue gritted her teeth in hatred. She had thought that she could have a romantic night with Fu Nancheng tonight, but in the end, that bitch Su Ci got the chance. Now that time was pressing, she could only get through tonight and think of a way out tomorrow.

Su Ci agreed. "Okay."

"Hurry up and put on some makeup to cover up the scar on your face. Your ugly look will definitely scare my husband!"

Only when she saw the scar on Su Ci's face did Su Xue feel a little better. She walked out.

Su Ci sat in front of the dressing table. Instead of covering the scar on her face with foundation, she picked up the makeup remover and slowly removed the makeup on the scar. Soon, her cold and stunningly beautiful little face was revealed.