Еvеn sоmеone аs соmроsed as Lu Sui cоuldn't rеmain cаlm at this momеnt.
Вut whаt Lu Sui didn't ехрect wаs that Wu Mangmang had evеn mоre еxрlоsivе wоrds to sау.
"Lu Sui, I dоn't wаnt mу first time tо be with a vibratоr," Wu Мangmаng reachеd out and grаbbed Lu Sui's hand, shаking it соquеttishlу. "Оkаy?"
Amоng thе womеn Lu Sui hаd dаted, Wu Мangmаng wаs definitelу nоt the first tо activelу seek intimaсу.
Whilе men might wаnt women to sаtisfу thеir neеds, wоmеn оftеn аlso hорe tо incrеase thе seсuritу оf their rеlаtiоnshiр through physiсal closeness.
Нowever, Wu Мangmang wаs absоlutеly thе one who phrased her desire in the most demoralizing way.
"No."
Lu Sui's voice came from the darkness, and Wu Mangmang wondered if she had misheard.
She lifted her neck. "Did you just say no?"
"Hmm," Lu Sui responded.
Wu Mangmang supported her waist, trying not to strain her wound as she climbed off Lu Sui. Incredulously, she said, "Lu Sui, you can't be serious?"
Lu Sui's laughter filled the air, and Wu Mangmang accidentally caught another glimpse of the shape beneath the blanket. Only then did she realize Lu Sui had been joking with her.
Wu Mangmang lay back down in Lu Sui's embrace, letting him hold her hand and kiss her fingertips.
Wu Mangmang felt she particularly enjoyed being kissed, no matter where.
It gave her a special feeling of warmth and intimacy.
"Really want it, hmm?" Lu Sui shifted his sleeping position slightly, allowing Wu Mangmang to successfully sense his desire.
It felt somewhat scorching and long-lasting.
"No," Wu Mangmang hurriedly denied, now that Lu Sui seemed eager, she wasn't in a rush anymore.
"Sleep," Lu Sui gently patted Wu Mangmang's back.
If someone who was still aroused could fall asleep, there was no reason she, Wu Mangmang, couldn't, right?
So when Wu Mangmang opened her eyes, it was already ten o'clock the next day.
Lu Sui had accompanied his aunt and sisters to the temple to offer incense. Wu Mangmang, because of her injury, was specially granted permission to be lazy for a year.
Everyone was busy; after gathering for New Year's Eve, they all went their separate ways again.
Wu Mangmang's wound had already scabbed over, and in some places, the scabs had even started to fall off. But she still hadn't seen Lu Sui make any further moves.
Wu Mangmang's winter dream of sharing a bed had shattered as early as the first day of the new year because Lu Sui said she farted in her sleep.
This was something Wu Mangmang couldn't even refute. Even with a camera, it couldn't record smells.
Wu Mangmang and Lu Sui had been in a cold war for many days, and he didn't even acknowledge her.
Wu Mangmang genuinely felt that Lu Sui didn't need a girlfriend.
He neither required her to provide intimate services nor needed her to act as a "confidante." The two of them barely exchanged three sentences a day.
The year's plan lies in spring, and Lu Sui's work was somewhat busy. Right after the new year began, he had already made two business trips. But even so, he still found time to play a round of golf and had a mahjong game with those dubious friends of his, Ning Zheng and Shen Ting.
Wu Mangmang felt she hadn't gained even a single hair.
After the new year, Ms. Liu asked about Wu Mangmang's marriage plans.
"Has Lu Sui not proposed to you yet?"
"No."
Upon hearing this answer, Liǔ Lèwéi's expression made Wu Mangmang feel discriminated against, as if she were utterly incapable.
But indeed, her abilities weren't that high. Mr. Lu's abilities were the greatest—capable of expanding and contracting, bending and stretching."Then you better be careful. Lu Sui suddenly has a female assistant this year," Ms. Liu advised.
Wu Mangmang's first thought was that the female assistant definitely wasn't a virgin.
Wu Mangmang kicked the table leg in front of her. "If Lu Sui wants to change his heart, what can I possibly do about it?"
After finishing the unpleasant afternoon tea with Ms. Liu, Wu Mangmang skipped her scheduled French lesson and went to the gym to vent her energy fiercely, while also maintaining her perfect figure.
By evening, Wu Mangmang still couldn't resist searching online for news about Lu Sui's new assistant.
Now that she was in the spotlight, everyone automatically shielded her from gossip about Lu Sui, so Wu Mangmang ended up being the last to know what was happening around him.
Wu Mangmang reached out to Lu Qingqing, the gossip queen, and sure enough, she quickly sent over information about the new goddess of the Lu family, along with the new goddess's Weibo account.
Wu Mangmang finally understood how Dong Keke must have felt back then, because now she was also secretly registering a small account to follow the new goddess.
The new goddess wasn't exactly young—thirty years old, an Ivy League graduate, fluent in eight languages.
Wu Mangmang really wanted to know what kind of structure this goddess's language center had to be so impressive.
Looking at the photos on her Weibo, she was the kind of noble, cold, and glamorous beauty, but Wu Mangmang's brain had an automatic "remove beauty filters" function, so she gave the new goddess a score of sixty for her looks.
Just barely passing, but she made up for it with her makeup and styling skills, which is why she could be considered a goddess.
While Wu Mangmang was searching for gossip, she heard a knock on the door. Checking the time, she knew it must be Lu Sui returning.
She couldn't be bothered to respond, since Lu Sui would just come in on his own anyway.
"Why are you still awake so late?"
Wu Mangmang lay on the bed, her legs bent and crossed, swaying in the air. Hearing Lu Sui's question, she turned her head and replied, "I'm going to sleep now."
"Annie said you didn't attend your French class today. What happened?" Lu Sui walked over and sat on the edge of Wu Mangmang's bed.
Wu Mangmang thought to herself, I'm already considering breaking up, why bother learning French?
Tomorrow was February 14th, the deadline Wu Mangmang had set for Lu Sui. If he still didn't show any signs, she was determined to break up with him.
"I was in a bad mood and didn't feel like going," Wu Mangmang said.
Lu Sui patted Wu Mangmang's head. "How about I take you to France in March?"
"I have graduate school interviews in March," Wu Mangmang hugged her pillow to her chest, coldly rejecting Lu Sui.
Thinking about it again made her angry.
That day, when Wu Mangmang checked her graduate school exam scores, she excitedly ran to Lu Sui seeking praise, but the boss just gave her a calm look.
Wu Mangmang mentally dubbed his expression with the words "so what?"
As if getting into graduate school was something that should be taken for granted, not worth being proud of.
"Then we'll go after your interviews," Lu Sui leaned down and kissed Wu Mangmang's forehead. "Get some sleep early."
After Lu Sui left, Wu Mangmang fiercely kicked her legs into the air, nearly pulling a muscle in her thigh.The morning of Valentine's Day was utterly ordinary. Lu Sui was eating breakfast while reading the newspaper as usual, while Wu Mangmang sat beside him scrolling through news on Weibo.
The million-yuan Valentine's Day package at the city's most luxurious hotel had been reserved by a mysterious person, with the hotel keeping the booker's identity under wraps.
Wu Mangmang stole a glance at Lu Sui, wondering if she would be fortunate enough to experience such romance this year.
After breakfast, Lu Sui stood up and kissed Wu Mangmang on the forehead. "It's Valentine's Day today. How about dinner together tonight?"
Tonight? But Wu Mangmang remembered that the Valentine's Day package included a helicopter tour over the city in the afternoon, arranged by the hotel.
Though somewhat disappointed, she knew deep down that Lu Sui would never do something like that.
However, by the afternoon, Wu Mangmang felt as if she had been slapped in the face.
Her close friends' group chat revealed that the person who had booked the million-yuan Valentine's Day package was none other than Shen Ting!
The name Shen Ting circled in Wu Mangmang's mind three times. How could someone so utterly devoid of romantic sensibility book such a package?
Wu Mangmang knew Shen Ting had a new girlfriend—apparently not from a prominent family, but a college student.
According to gossip, this college student had taken a job as a hostess at a nightclub after her mother fell seriously ill, where she met Shen Ting, and then...
Wu Mangmang's first thought was: How melodramatic! Is this a novel?
For a moment, she couldn't help but wonder: If she had ended up with Shen Ting back then, would she be enjoying that million-yuan Valentine's Day package this year?
Ah, the past is beyond reach.
On February 14th, Wu Mangmang was technically not single, yet she felt like she was being tormented as if she were.
Weibo and her friends' group chat were flooded with elaborate displays of affection, and many people specifically messaged her to ask how she was spending the holiday.
After all, everyone assumed that with Mr. Lu's wealth, Wu Mangmang's celebration would be the most extravagant.
Wu Mangmang really wanted to reply to each of them: We broke up.
But breaking up with Lu Sui just because he hadn't given her a proper Valentine's Day celebration would make her feel utterly foolish.
So, on Valentine's Day, Wu Mangmang attended her French class as usual, where the teacher specifically taught her how to say "I love you."
Wu Mangmang rolled her eyes at the teacher, unimpressed.
In the afternoon, Lu Sui returned home slightly earlier than usual. Wu Mangmang was arranging flowers in the side hall, trimming stems while thinking: Is this the life of a sixty-year-old woman?
Truth be told, Wu Mangmang had imagined her old age before, and her vision was quite beautiful.
After retirement, she would spend her days playing online games, taking good care of her voice so she could still pose as a young beauty in the game and find romance. What a wonderful world that would be.
Not like now, where even her computer time was restricted by Lu Sui.
After finishing the arrangement, Wu Mangmang took a step back to admire her work, only to bump into Lu Sui's embrace.
"Very beautiful, just like you," Lu Sui said.
Wu Mangmang frowned and narrowed her eyes. Something was off.
"Let's go, time for dinner," Lu Sui said, wrapping his arm around her waist.
Wu Mangmang wriggled slightly, not particularly fond of the sudden increase in physical contact today.
"Where are we going for dinner?" she asked."I'll cook for you," Lu Sui said.
Wu Mangmang's heart skipped a beat, feeling as if she was about to be confined again.
Sure enough, as soon as they stepped outside, the roar of a helicopter greeted them.
The island that Wu Mangmang privately called "LS" now revealed its new name in the warm orange lights of the night: "LW."
It was clearly a combination of the initials of Lu Sui and Wu Mangmang's surnames.
Wu Mangmang's sentimental little heart finally felt a bit happier. With a slight smile, she asked Lu Sui, "Can I take a photo?"
"Mm."
Wu Mangmang decisively took out her phone, pressed the shutter, and uploaded it to her social circle. As for Weibo, she decided against it.
Those who understood would naturally grasp the meaning behind "LS" becoming "LW."
After putting away her phone, Wu Mangmang said to Lu Sui, "Actually, this island could also be renamed. 'SM' sounds quite nice too."
A combination of Sui and Mang.
Lu Sui kissed Wu Mangmang's cheek. "The name should match the reality before it can be changed."
The plane landed, and the villa had changed significantly since Wu Mangmang's last visit. After all, the change in letters had altered the layout.
The construction couldn't have been completed in a short time. Wu Mangmang guessed that Lu Sui must have started the renovations while she was still in Italy.
He really was confident enough.
"Rest for a bit. Do you want to take a shower? I'll go cook," Lu Sui said, taking off his jacket and rolling up his sleeves.
Wu Mangmang shook her head, resting her chin on her hands as she leaned against the kitchen counter to watch Lu Sui cook.
She liked men who cooked—it gave her a sense of home.
Lu Sui moved with ease and grace while cooking, more like a painter creating art or a pianist playing music.
His knife skills when chopping vegetables were like those of a legendary martial arts master, swift and precise.
That description might be a bit exaggerated, but in the eyes of a lover, even ordinary skills seemed extraordinary.
Tonight, Lu Sui prepared Japanese cuisine. The fishy smell was minimal, and paired with sake, which Wu Mangmang wasn't used to, it was still quite delicious.
After dinner, Wu Mangmang continued to admire Lu Sui's graceful movements as he washed the dishes before rushing upstairs with a "thump, thump, thump" to take a shower.
Perhaps it was the sake or the allure of Lu Sui's hands, but Wu Mangmang felt her heart racing, her blood flowing too fast. Standing under the showerhead, she felt a bit dizzy.
Lu Sui's fingers kept flashing before her eyes. When he wiped the plates, she desperately wished his fingers would touch her instead.
If not for that, she wouldn't have fled to take a shower.
After her shower, Wu Mangmang still felt restless and hot. She stood blankly in front of the large mirror, watching water droplets slide down her neck.
Her perfectly shaped peaches, flushed with a rosy hue, seemed ripe and eager to be plucked.
Hearing Lu Sui knock on the door, Wu Mangmang picked a fiery red spaghetti strap dress from the wardrobe and put it on. Over it, she wore a snow-white fluffy hoodie with two little balls dangling from the sides of the hood, swaying gently over her chest.
"Want to go for a walk?" Lu Sui asked, leaning against the door.
Wu Mangmang's gaze unconsciously drifted from Lu Sui's Adam's apple down to his abdomen. She swallowed hard.
Tonight, she seemed unusually unsatisfied.
"I don't want to go," Wu Mangmang said. She didn't want to go anywhere—she just wanted to roll into bed.
"Then how about watching a movie downstairs? I have a collection of classic films," Lu Sui suggested.Wu Mangmang thought for a moment. Lu Sui seemed to have no intention of getting intimate, so she had no choice but to suppress her frustration and nodded.
As she went downstairs, the friction between her legs felt strange. Unable to bear the irritation, she tugged at the small pom-pom on her chest.
They say women in their thirties are like wolves, and in their forties like tigers—was she starting to feel this way because she was a year older?
The movie was chosen by Lu Sui. Wu Mangmang hadn’t even noticed which one he picked.
After drinking a glass of cold water, she still felt uncomfortably warm. Right in front of Lu Sui, she took off her jacket, revealing the fiery red spaghetti-strap dress underneath.
"I’m so hot. Aren’t you hot?" Wu Mangmang fanned her face with her hand. "Give me the remote. Let me adjust the temperature—your heating is way too high, isn’t it?"
Lu Sui smiled and handed her the tablet. "I don’t feel hot at all."
Seeing Lu Sui’s smile, Wu Mangmang narrowed her eyes.
His gaze roamed freely over her body, lingering on her chest and thighs for at least five seconds each before he looked up and gave her a knowing glance.
Wu Mangmang felt provoked.
Compared to the "pure and chaste" Lu Sui, she felt like she was being cast as the lustful one.
Wu Mangmang simply leaned closer to Lu Sui, gently rubbing her chest against his arm. She traced a circle on his chest with her finger and said in a seductive tone, "Boss, all alone?"
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