The CEO's Substitute Ex-Wife -
Chapter 219: A New Year, A New -
Chapter 219: A New Year, A New Chapter
Chen Xueru mused, "Ultimately, he wants to see Zhao Yuning. That woman is his treasure. It must be very difficult for him not to meet her, not to interact with her. Should I be magnanimous, smile, and say, ’Fine, go ahead. Feel free to keep her as your mistress. I don’t mind’?"
"Do as you please," Chen Xueru said faintly. "Tang Shuwen, I really think you’re particularly strange. You clearly love Zhao Yuning in your heart, and you can’t let her go. You’re heartbroken over her slightest ailment. If that’s the case, why marry us? Wouldn’t it be better for us to go to America and live our separate lives? You’re truly contradictory."
Tang Shuwen narrowed his eyes coldly. "A man of our Tang family absolutely cannot allow his child to be left out in the cold and scorned by others."
Chen Xueru was stunned. She knew it was for the child, but she hadn’t expected Tang Shuwen to be a loving father. He didn’t seem like it. If it wasn’t the child of someone he loved, he probably wouldn’t even glance at it if it were thrown into the Huai River. Chen Xueru could only interpret it as perhaps this was his first child, so he cherished him more.
"You have so many women; if other women also bore your children, how many would you marry?"
"Shut up! Do you think anyone else besides you has my child? If I hadn’t been drugged that night, and you hadn’t run off in the middle of the night, do you think you’d have a child?" Tang Shuwen said indifferently. They were wild but had a sense of propriety. Things that shouldn’t happen absolutely wouldn’t. How could there be children? Otherwise, he would have several soccer teams of children by now.
Seeing him say that, Chen Xueru stopped speaking.
She secretly congratulated herself for running away in the middle of the night back then, which was how she ended up with Xiao Nian.
"Young Master, Young Mistress, we’re home." The driver’s voice appropriately broke the silence, reminding them they had arrived.
When Tang Shuwen and Chen Xueru returned, Xiao Nian was still very energetic. The whole family was in the living room, not yet resting. Seeing Chen Xueru return, Wen Lan asked about the evening’s events with concern.
Chen Xueru lightly brushed it off, saying it was nothing major.
Tang Shuwen had also ordered the news to be suppressed. There would be a few rumors in tomorrow’s entertainment section, but the entertainment reporters would definitely not write recklessly, unless they weren’t afraid of the Tang family’s retaliation. Moreover, tomorrow was the wedding, and the media wouldn’t be so tactless.
Xiao Nian played with Chen Xueru for a while, then Wen Lan took him to rest. Chen Xueru also returned to her room. After washing up, it was almost midnight. The old year was about to pass, making way for the new. Firecrackers were already going off outside.
The church bells in the distance chimed, marking the end of the old year.
A new year had arrived.
Her life, starting today, was entering a new phase. Was it fortunate or unfortunate? She couldn’t say for sure.
It was truly hard to say.
Tang Shuwen got into bed, bringing with him a wave of coldness. Chen Xueru thought, "I really am just warming the bed for him." Just as she was getting warm, a blast of cold air would creep in. Chen Xueru felt a certain repulsion towards physical contact with him. There was nothing she could do; she had psychological trauma.
Tang Shuwen knew this too. They usually slept together very properly, but today was an exception. Tang Shuwen kept moving closer to her. The more Chen Xueru tried to avoid him, the closer he got.
She was almost being pushed off the bed.
"Tang Shuwen, what are you doing?"
"Sleeping."
Chen Xueru was annoyed. "Why are you crowding me when you’re sleeping?"
"Who’s crowding you? What’s wrong with touching when sleeping in the same bed? Besides, you’re my wife." Tang Shuwen raised his voice by a few decibels, heavily emphasizing the word "wife."
Chen Xueru gritted her teeth, unsure what to say.
Wife.
Tang Shuwen’s wife.
Yes, how could she forget? She was his wife.
Tang Shuwen saw that Chen Xueru had quieted down and instantly felt bored. He insisted on talking to her. Chen Xueru couldn’t be bothered to respond. It was the middle of the night; he was acting crazy.
"We’re getting married today. Are you nervous?" Tang Shuwen asked, his hands
improperly reaching for Chen Xueru’s waist.
Her body stiffened. She said coldly, "No, I’m not nervous."
Tang Shuwen sighed, then suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms, letting her rest her head on his shoulder. Chen Xueru resisted, pushing against Tang Shuwen’s shoulder. She didn’t want him to be so intimate with her.
"Let go."
"Why should I? Why are you protesting when I’m holding my own wife? I even want to do *that*." Tang Shuwen spoke bluntly. She angrily looked up at him. In the dim light, the man’s gaze was deep and explicit. The hand on her waist clearly conveyed his words: he wanted her.
Chen Xueru felt as if her soul was drawn into his focused gaze, unable for a moment to discern the meaning in his eyes. Tang Shuwen stroked her face, full of tenderness. He didn’t know what had come over him, to have such thoughts about her.
Desire surged, and the surrounding atmosphere grew hot. Chen Xueru nervously avoided his gaze. Tang Shuwen gripped her face, not allowing her to escape, and his lips found hers.
Her body was stiff as stone, unresponsive. There was only fear, nothing but fear. The memory of that night rushed back. Chen Xueru hurriedly used her hands to push against his approaching chest.
Tang Shuwen clasped her wrists and pinned them to the side, his tall body covering hers. He lowered his head and patiently kissed her lips, gently, passionately, like a spring breeze in March, carrying a faint desire, yet restrained, not frightening her.
No matter how gentle he was, Chen Xueru remained stiff as a stone.
"Tang Shuwen..." She couldn’t help but call his name, wanting him to stop. Tang Shuwen knew perfectly well that she was afraid, but precisely because of that, he couldn’t stop. She was his wife; there was no reason he couldn’t hold her.
If she continued to resist him like this, would he have to remain a monk forever?
Forehead to forehead, warm kisses spread from her lips, down to her earlobe. Tang Shuwen took her earlobe into his mouth, nibbling gently. A jolt of electricity ran through Chen Xueru’s scalp, leaving it tingling.
Tang Shuwen unbuttoned her pajamas, his hand reaching inside.
"You’re not wearing a bra," Tang Shuwen teased, his hot breath fanning her ear. It was hot, ambiguous; she felt like she was burning. Her chest ached from his kneading, yet despite her clear resistance, her body slowly softened under his skillful touch.
His fingers explored her body. The internal heat and tightness made him even more impulsive, but he knew he couldn’t rush this time, nor could he scare her, or there might not be a next time.
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