The bowl of soup was extremely hot. Her hand had just been injured and she couldn't exert much strength. When the bowl was handed to her, she almost failed to hold it steady, and some of the liquid spilled out.
Li Wenshu's face instantly turned cold.
Without hesitation, Wen Baozhu picked up the bowl and gulped down the soup.
The scalding and bitter soup slid down her tongue and throat. After she finished drinking it all, it felt as if there were countless flames burning in her mouth, and her face had turned extremely pale.
Only then did Li Wenshu wave her hand impatiently. "Go kneel in the mourning hall."
According to the rules, she had to keep vigil for Fu Nian in the mourning hall all night.
After being tortured, Wen Baozhu was completely drained. She staggered unsteadily to the mourning hall and knelt down.
There was a "thud" sound as her knees hit the cushion.
Fu Lian had just returned from the front - yard courtyard with his phone in hand. He happened to see her staggering out of Li Wenshu's room in a daze.
His eyes darkened, like a bottomless sea.
Then, he walked in her direction.
Wen Baozhu knelt there with her head always lowered. Her body was thin and frail, and even the lipstick couldn't cover the paleness of her lips.
She didn't notice Fu Lian's appearance at all. All her attention was focused on herself.
She originally thought that the bowl of soup was a tonic to improve her fertility. But now, her originally cold body began to heat up, and her breathing became more and more rapid.
She was trembling all over. She dug her fingernails into her palms, but that indescribable sense of shame and desire kept surging.
She could no longer kneel. She tried to support herself on the floor and get up, but her vision went black, and she almost fell.
Suddenly, a man's arm reached out and held her steadily.
The broad palm was dry and warm. Wen Baozhu instinctively wanted to rely on it, but a shred of rationality made her turn her head abruptly to look at the man's face.
Their eyes met, and she happened to look into Fu Lian's dark and cold pupils.
Under normal circumstances, such a look would make her afraid; but now she didn't care.
Her body was shivering. Her eyes, like pools of water, looked at him. The way she seemed to want to speak but hesitated made Fu Lian's eyes darken.
Fu Lian: "Are you feeling unwell?"
Wen Baozhu nodded.
Fu Lian told her to go back to her room and rest for a while. Then she staggered towards the guest bedroom with unsteady steps.
Fu Lian squinted his eyes and watched the woman's back. Then he suddenly followed her.
Before Wen Baozhu could close the door, the man had already walked in quickly and locked the door behind him.
When she saw the man following her, her heart skipped a beat. Then she quickly took a step back. As a result, she sprained her foot and fell backward with the inertia, directly sinking into the mattress.
The split knitted dress rolled up with the movement, instantly revealing a pair of fair and toned legs.
When the man's body pressed down on hers, Wen Baozhu surprisingly didn't struggle or resist.
She was no longer as stiff as a block of wood like before. She curled her legs tightly and hugged his neck tightly with both arms.
Rarely was she so proactive. Fu Lian's eyes deepened.
"Wen Baozhu, are you deliberately looking for excitement?"
Fu Lian sneered and pressed against her earlobe. His voice was low and hoarse. "My younger brother's spiritual tablet is still enshrined downstairs. Are you really that impatient?"
"How come I didn't know before that you're so cheap?"
Wen Baozhu shook her head desperately, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.
She wasn't. She didn't.
She wanted to defend herself, but the man had already pressed tightly against her.
His lips kissed her earlobe and then moved down to her chest. His breath was hot and heavy.
Wen Baozhu's fingernails dug into his back, leaving scratches on it. Her mind went blank.
The woman's sobs were like a small animal whimpering, making one's temples throb violently.
At the moment when both of them lost control, Fu Lian felt as if he was tightly entangled by a water ghost. But the instigator was completely unaware. Her limbs clung to him like an octopus, and she gasped for breath.
She was all wet, her lips were wet, her hair was wet, and her eyes were also wet...
It was as if she was going to suck people in.
There were still tears hanging from the corners of her eyes. She didn't know when they had seeped out, but they must have been physiological tears squeezed out due to excessive excitement.
Fu Lian expressionlessly withdrew from her body and put on the clothes he had taken off one by one. He even buttoned up the last button of his suit.
He always presented himself as a well - dressed gentleman, even after such things.
He stood by the bed and looked down at her for a few seconds without any trace of pity. Then he opened the door and left.
Wen Baozhu was exhausted. She sank into the big bed and gasped for breath. She hugged herself tightly with both arms and curled up into a ball.
After the extreme pleasure, she only felt surrounded by pain. An invisible force was pushing her forward.
There was no way to resist.
The door wasn't closed properly. Lying in bed, Wen Baozhu could faintly hear someone arguing at the door.
She propped herself up from the bed and walked barefoot to the door step by step. She gently pushed the door open a crack.
Fu Lian was standing at the door with his back to the room. His voice was extremely cold.
Wen Baozhu heard him say, "Mother, it's almost time to put my engagement banquet with Fang Yuan on the agenda."
Wen Baozhu's heart trembled.
She knew she had heard something she shouldn't have. For a moment, she was in a daze and stared blankly at the back of that figure.
So, Mr. Fu already had a fiancée.
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Wen Baozhu had just arrived in Hong Kong not long ago. She hadn't sorted out the internal feuds and disputes of the Fu family clearly. She was in a muddle all day long and didn't have the time to pay attention to the gossip tabloids of the Hong Kong media.
If she had paid a little attention to the TV news, she would have known that Fu Lian was about to get engaged to Fang Yuan, the daughter of Fang Zongjian.
After leaving the Fu family mansion, Fu Lian still had to go back to the Fu Group to work overtime. He told the driver to take Wen Baozhu back to rest first.
After attending this family dinner, Wen Baozhu felt as if she had had a layer of skin peeled off. She was weak and numb all over. She couldn't even feel the pain from the slap on her face or the swelling pain on her wrist from the bracelet.
She changed into her slippers at the entrance. Aunt Jiang had already boiled the traditional Chinese medicine in advance and left it on the coffee table.
The black liquid was all mixed together, which made Wen Baozhu think of the bowl of medicine she had drunk at the Fu mansion today.
The smell in the air made her want to vomit.
It was extremely disgusting, but she still gritted her teeth and drank the black stuff in the bowl. "Thank you, Aunt Jiang. I'll go upstairs to rest first."
Aunt Jiang looked at her listless appearance and cleared her throat. "You still need to hurry up with getting pregnant. Mr. Fu can't keep dragging this on. Sooner or later, he has to give an explanation to the Fang family."
Wen Baozhu stopped in her tracks on the stairs.
Even Aunt Jiang knew that Fu Lian was about to marry into the Fang family, but she was the only one kept in the dark.
It was only natural.
Such a major event as a marriage alliance between wealthy families was mostly related to interests. She was just a puppet, so there was no need to inform her of any news.
After expending all her energy during the day, Wen Baozhu buried herself in the silk bedding and soon fell asleep.
She thought she would sleep until the next morning.
In the middle of the night, a pair of big hands reached out from behind her and covered her waist hotly.
Wen Baozhu was instantly startled. She quickly opened her eyes, and all the nerves in her body tensed up instantly.
In the dark room, the man's voice was low and hoarse, like a ghost.
"Awake?"