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Nie MingJue looked down at the bloodied and bruised body of the mole in his family, his eyes cold and his lips holding a lit cigarette that was already half-finished. His family, the Unclean Realm, was generally known for how kindly they treated their members, but they never forgave moles. No second chances for traitors. That was their biggest pet peeve.

Even the atmosphere knew how to dance with the man’s mood. The sky was dark and brooding, and rain covered the tracks of anyone outside the abandoned building. This provided a scenic backdrop to the otherwise gruesome situation inside the building. Even the chilly blow of the wind was a perfect addition to the scene.

Blood splattered the walls and floor. The hand and foot prints became a mosaic throughout the place, showing the mole's–and all those who came before him–situation. Indeed, this abandoned building was their special place. A place meant for punishment for traitors, double agents, and obstructors.

Nie MingJue, or more well known as Chifeng-zun to the mafia world, took a drag from his cigarette, letting the smoke fill his lungs, and slowly released it, watching the white smoke rise before dispersing.

He could be considered a giant with long legs, a thick body, and broad shoulders. His handsome face would often get second looks from people who didn’t know what he did for a living. His huge hands could easily crush skulls if he wanted to. In his school days, he was scouted several times to play basketball, volleyball, and martial arts.

He was already a kickboxer at age 9. His father and the elders made sure that he would be physically, mentally, and emotionally trained to lead their family and continue its lineage. That was his main purpose. To make sure that the Nie family continues to live despite the tumultuous world they faced.

His black suit and tie were pristine despite the cataclysmic atmosphere outside and inside the abandoned building. They were never disturbed by the bloody sight he watched. Yes, ever since he started taking the lead role, he stopped dirtying his hands.

After spending his teens and twenties as a basic thug, he had finally proven himself good enough to become a leader. Now, he was the boss. It had its perks, and it also had its cons.

As a thug, he could do whatever he wanted. He managed to pour all his frustrations into the work. All he needed to care for was himself. He just had to ensure that he could go home safe and sound. As a leader, he had to be good and political. He had to know who, when, where, and how to fight to make sure that his family won’t end up getting hurt. He had to consider everything–even his wayward brother.

“Please… Please…”

MingJue’s walk down his thoughts was interrupted by the man’s voice. It was raspy and full of pain.

The man dragged his body towards Chifeng-zun, his boss for more than ten years. Surely, this man would not be heartless? Surely, he had made an attachment, a connection, towards this poor underling? After all, they have fought hand in hand against enemies before. They have saved each other’s asses.

He knew Chifeng-zun was a good and fair man. He knew that and maybe held onto that knowledge as he dipped his toe into the forbidden river of Treachery. He should have believed the other men when they said that the Nies do not forgive traitors. He should really have paid attention.

His face had been beaten bloody. Blood dribbled down his forehead, nose, and chin. His right leg was twisted in a sickly way. His blond hair didn’t look blond anymore. Instead, it looked pinkish from the blood soaking it from the roots of his hair. “B-boss, I… I’m s-sorry… boss… T-the cops… t-they caught me… I… I couldn’t do anything…”

It was partially true. He was really caught by the cops, but he didn’t talk until Jin GuangShan, the captain of the department that caught him, offered him a huge amount of money in exchange for information. Had he known that the fucker was a lying piece of shit, he wouldn’t have risked his life like this.

“You could have kept your mouth shut,” MingJue answered as he took a step back. He was not in the mood for sob stories. These people knew what they were walking into when they pledged their loyalty to the family. If they could not keep up their end, then they were not meant to be members of any families.

“Clean up,” he told his men. Turning around on his heels, he made way to his awaiting car. There was no point in watching his men fuck up the traitor. He knew they would do the job well.

—xxx—

Jin GuangYao stood in front of her mirror, staring at her reflection. She was a beautiful woman in her mid-twenties. Her long eyes captured men and women easily, and she knew it. She didn’t shy away from it. After all, she was the illegitimate child of one of the richest men in the city. Jin GuangShan had the charm (but it’s mostly the money) to steal hearts.

She was lucky that she got her looks from her mother. That poor woman believed the lies of a snake like Jin GuangShan and died waiting for the bastard to return. If Madam Jin hadn’t come to save Meng Yao from the slums, she might have faced an early death. She might have been with her mother by now.

For that, she will always be grateful to the kind wife of her bastard father.

In the small and narrow bathroom, she was alone with the yellowing tiles. The light was barely bright enough to give her enough illumination for what she was about to do.

Her long, beautiful, black hair cascaded down her back and reached her waist. It was another thing she got from her mother, which Madam Jin had carefully and lovingly taken care of, because apparently, it was incredibly beautiful. Madam Jin loved taking care of her children’s hair. Yes, all of Jin GuangShan’s illegitimate children were her children, too.

Madam Jin would collect the kids like she was collecting toys and bring them home to love and care for. She sent all of them to school and made sure that all of them were well-fed and loved. Her only biological son, Jin ZiXuan, was also kind and loving to his siblings.

Jin GuangYao touched her hair again. She loved it. It made her feel oh-so-beautiful, especially when she braids it with little flowers, but it has to go. She would just explain it to her Mama Jin. Surely, she would understand.

It was a weakness, something that was proven earlier that morning.

While on duty, she and her partner witnessed a man picking the pockets of tourists. They were both quick to react to it, but the man had made them, so he ran.

Both Jin GuangYao and Nie Huaisang, her partner in the department, were track and field athletes in their high school and college years, so it was easy for them to catch the man in one of the empty alleyways. However, he had fought back, not yet ready to admit defeat. He grabbed Jin GuangYao’s hair and dragged her down, not letting go even when Nie Huaisang and Jin GuangYao were basically beating him.

It is a weakness. She told herself even as her heart broke. She really loved her hair. One day, it might be the cause of my death.

Besides, she would need a makeover because of her newest assignment. There was no need to be sentimental about her hair. It’s just hair. It wasn’t as if she did not wait for it to grow that long, or take care of it so it wouldn’t have split ends and other hair imperfections. It wasn’t as if Mama Jin did not use expensive and fragrant oils to ensure that the moisture would be locked in.

It’s just hair. It will grow again. I can grow it again. Mama Jin will help me grow it again. For now, I have to keep it this way.

It was just hair, but Meng Yao had tears rolling down her cheeks as she grabbed a handful and cut it high, just under her ear. It was the shortest she had ever had, but she persisted. It was a bit choppy and needed shaping, but it was short. That was the important part.

She would go to the salon if she needed, but at that moment, it was enough.

She looked at her reflection once more; this time, she had tears in her eyes rolling down her face. Her eyes were broken. It was just hair, but that hair carried years of memories with her Mama Jin and her siblings. Those memories were now scattered on her sink and the floor.

—xxx—

Her mission was to infiltrate the Unclean Realm, the biggest mafia group in the city, if not the country. The mission itself was not a problem since her team provided her with a good plan. They made sure that Jin GuangYao’s risk of getting caught was low. Her name for the mission was Meng Yao, her original name before Mama Jin decided to adopt her. It was the safest bet they could have since faking her papers would be easier.

She studied her mission board while buttoning her white button-up shirt. In the background, her boyfriend, Su She, walked around in search of some fresh clothes. Outside the small apartment she shared with her boyfriend, the city was alive with sounds and chaos.

The Unclean Realm was known for having a very amenable relationship with the city government, but it was also a leading drug dealer. It was led by Chifeng-zun, a fierce and merciless man, who got rid of moles the same way he got rid of cobwebs. It is said that he was generally fair. However, once somebody irks him, that somebody could disappear.

She sighed before removing her mission board. One by one, she removed the pictures and notes, putting them into a stainless steel basin. Once that was done, she went to the rooftop of the dingy apartment building and set them on fire. As the flames engulfed the pictures and notes, her resolve hardened. Her mission shall be her life for the next few years, and she was ready.

—xxx—

“You have to be careful, okay?” Su She said while packing her bag with some of the oldest clothes she had. His face was full of worry as he put necessities in the pockets of the traveling bag–alcohol, shampoo, soap, and more. “Do you remember the numbers you would need to call in case you need to be pulled out?”

Su She was not really outstanding in the looks division. He was a very strong 6, and he was barely taller than Meng Yao, but he was the one she loved. People teased her for her taste, but they didn’t know the amount of love he gave her. They didn’t know how much he cared for her. They knew nothing about the hard work he did to get the blessing of her maternal figure and siblings.

“Yes, I do,” Jin GuangYao answered with a smile before wrapping her arms around Su She’s waist from behind. She pressed her ear against his back to listen to his heartbeat. It was fast and hard. If only she could stay like this forever, she wouldn’t risk anything. “I remember it all, baby. No need to worry too much.”

Su She sighed before turning around to face her and cupping her face gently. His forehead crumpled as his brows furrowed. “Do you really have to go? What would I do without you? Our place would be so quiet, baby.”

The woman couldn’t help but smile and wrap her arms tighter around Su She’s waist so their bodies could be pressed to each other. “Baby, you know I have to do this. You will be fine, I promise.” She turned her head to press her lips against his palm. “I will come back to you safe and sound, and then, we could get married.”

Su She laughed and pressed his lips against his A-Yao’s forehead. “Yeah, I just have to make sure your Mama Jin and siblings accept me before you come home.”

“That will be your mission then, Detective Su.”

That night, they made love while the moonlight teased their bedroom. They climbed the peak of pleasure, knowing that it would take time before they could do it freely again.

—xxx—

It was not difficult to infiltrate the lowest part of the group. She simply had to pretend to be a junky who wanted a hit of the newest thing in the market. Her short and choppy hair also helped her out quite a lot when she was looking for her target. On top of the choppy cut of her hair, she had also made sure to wear baggy clothes.

She looked like a college student trying out a bite of the forbidden fruit in her jeans, running shoes, and hoodie that screamed of peace and love.

She also dyed her hair with rainbow colors to make her seem even more unhinged. Her makeup was light and just a little bit messy to finish the look.

She knew she would be required to have a taste of the illegals, and it was something she prepared for. She was ready for anything. Her years of training under the Illegals Department shall pay off. If it doesn’t, then it would be too bad.

After this mission, she would either get promoted or not. If she doesn’t, then that means everything she had done was for naught, and that she needed to find her luck and validity in another place away from her bastard father.

She hated it, but she still wanted to prove herself to Jin GuangShan and show him that she was more than just an illegitimate daughter. She was Jin GuangYao, and she deserved a place at his table.

—xxx—

It took her less than three months to become a dealer, six months to have her own group, and a year to meet Chifeng-zun face to face, and it was by pure coincidence. That irked her, considering how hard she worked to get even a small meet-up with him.

She was in her area, waiting for a contact, when a fancy car–black, tinted, and imported–stopped a few meters away from her. The cop in her immediately registered the plate number and the look of the man who alit from it. She pretended not to stare while kicking at the pavement.

A tall man with a dark aura came out of the car after the driver opened the back door. He wore a black suit that hugged his body just right. It was obvious that he had good muscles under all those layers of clothing. That body–an inverted triangle like that of Captain America’s–was something men and women alike would want: want to have for men and want to taste for women and gays.

His height was to die for. Men would definitely envy him. He was at least 6-foot-3 in height, already a head taller than most men who were walking and ogling around him. Women looked up at him without even hiding their lust.

His face would have been perfect if not for that ugly mustache. The sharp angles of that handsome face were molded by angels and gods on a great day. As if they were not yet satisfied with that, they even gave him dimples. So unfair. He was a man with an aura that screamed, “I AM MANLY! BOW BEFORE MY GREATNESS!”

Meng Yao looked away in disappointment for a second. Why would a handsome man ruin his face with a goddamn moustache? Just… why? She knew she was taken and happily in a relationship, but that didn’t mean she couldn't enjoy eye candy, right?

And Chifeng-zun was eye candy. If she were not taken and he did not have that ugly moustache, she would probably hook up with him. But then he was her target. She had to get within his inner circle and kidnap him if she wanted to succeed in her mission. As much as possible, she didn’t want to use any kind of seduction to woo the man. It was better to do it as normally as possible.

She didn’t make a move. After all, she was just a drug dealer in a dirty alley. There was no way she could get close to Chifeng-zun in her current position. She would still need to work hard and climb up the ladder, and that would start there, in that dirty and dark alley.

She stayed where she was, hidden under her oversized hoodie, waiting for her contact. At her periphery, she saw the man walk into the restaurant as if it belonged to him. In hindsight, maybe the restaurant belonged to him. Maybe the whole street belonged to Chifeng-zun. Damn, how could people be THAT rich? By doing illegal things, that’s how.

She remembered her boyfriend, Su She. He was not rich, not drop-dead gorgeous, and not tall nor masculine. He was nothing compared to Chifeng-zun, but she missed him a lot. Did he miss her, too? It had been almost a year since the last time they saw each other. She’s gonna chop his dick off if he ever cheats on her.

—xxx—

Meng Yao cursed when she saw how fast the men grabbed Chifeng-zun in the crowded streets of Caiyi Town. People screamed and panicked at the suddenness of the situation. Some ogled, thinking it was a shooting for an action movie.

But it was real. And it happened way too fast. Even the man’s bodyguards could not move fast enough to save their master. Geezus! How could that be? How could the bodyguards of the most sought-after mafia boss be so lackluster? Useless! Utterly useless!

In under a minute, Chifeng-zun’s head had been bagged, and the man himself–muscular body and all–was thrown into the black van. Next, the van had been speeding down the street, not caring about the pedestrians.

—xxx—

Why? Why was she going above and beyond just to save Chifeng-zun? Why was she risking her neck and her bones just to make sure the man was alive? Was this still part of the mission?

Meng Yao wanted to ask herself that as she drove her dingy car, trying to keep up with the van without exposing herself to the kidnappers. She was not the best driver in the department, but she was decent. Given the resources, she would have outdriven that van with no problem at all.

Her main problem was the car she was driving. It was rusty and decent at best. It was already old and begging to retire, yet here she was, using it for a real-life car chase. She still managed to keep up with the van in the first two hours of the chase, but after that, the distance grew significantly, which annoyed her to no end. It was stupid to chase after the van in the first place!

She lost them, but she kept driving, hoping that she would get a trace one way or another. It was difficult and tiring, but she continued. She persisted. Her target was Chifeng-zun. Her hard work for the past year would be for naught if the man died in the hands of somebody else. Like, what kind of ending to her mission was that?!

Note: The Mission ended because the target was kidnapped and killed by the enemy team.

She drove on the outskirts of town until the sky turned dark and the stars started winking at her. She only stopped when the warning light on her gauge started blinking. Nothing was going her way. Good thing she found a gas station. She at least had a few dollars in her pocket to fill up the tank without offering a blow job to a random bloke.

While her tank was filling up, she stood by the car, watching the numbers on the small screen, planning out her next move. Should she contact the Unclean Realm and tell them where she lost their boss? Should she call the police and inform them of the situation? Neither didn’t sound so good to her. If anything, it felt like whichever one she contacted, she’d end up being a target.

She had a lollipop in her mouth, minding her own business, when she heard a group of men behind her, talking shit about the Unclean Realm. Of course, what was she supposed to do? She listened.

“Once this mission is done, the Unclean Realm will be no more,” one man said, his voice deep and raspy. Obviously, he had had too many cigarettes in his lifetime. He should probably stop it if he didn’t want to get cancer or something. “Chifeng-zun was the best head the Unclean Realm has ever had, even better than his father. And that man was already great. It would be difficult for them to find somebody like him. Especially when he’s not yet married and has no heir whatsoever.”

“But isn’t it true that he has a younger brother?” the companion asked. This one sounded younger, more chipper. From his tone, he was still just a newbie in the industry, someone who was learning the ropes and desperate to please. “Do you think the younger brother would be fiercer than Chifeng-zun?”

The older man scoffed. “Nobody knows where the younger brother is. Rumor has it that he had been ostracized because he is basically useless to the family. Another rumor says that he’s a fool. Either way, there’s no way the younger brother could take over the Unclean Realm the same way Chifeng-zun did.”

The younger man hummed as if in deep thought.

Meng Yao finished filling her tank up. There was no point in listening beyond that. She took her receipt, drove the car to the front of the shop, and went to pay for it with the coins she had in her fake purse.

With that new information, her portfolio about the Unclean Realm had thickened just a little. She was already familiar with the rumor of the younger brother, but she was not really into it. Of course, it was still important to find out who the younger brother was. However, it was not their priority.

Once paid, she got into her car and pretended to retouch her makeup while watching the two men get into their black SUV. Once they had driven away, she followed at a safe distance, keeping her speed constant.

—xxx—

Nie MingJue sat on a metal chair quietly. His eyes were blindfolded and his hands were cuffed behind his back, but he was not worried. He should have known that their rival would get desperate. He had to give it to them for actually managing to nab him in the middle of a crowded street in broad daylight. They were improving a lot. He should probably pat them on the back when he sees their boss. It was a job well done.

He had to give credit where credit was due.

They drove for at least two hours, but he had a feeling that he was only on the outskirts of the city. They probably drove an hour and a half away from the city, then another hour back. That would be witty. That would be the smart move. There was no point in driving far away and into the far-flung areas if they wanted to teach Nie MingJue a lesson.

Based on the scent of the place he was in, he deduced that he was in a small, dingy room with at least one window. He had heard the door shut and get locked from the outside, but he could still feel the blow of wind from a window. It would either be too small for him to fit or too high if they left it open.

He sighed. It was getting boring. He knew his men would arrive in less than an hour. If they didn’t, then heads would roll. He was basically just–

“Pst!”

He turned his head towards the sound, curious. Now, who would do that? Who would have the balls to make that sound towards Nie MingJue?

“Hey!” It was a whisper-scream coming from a woman. Based on her voice and her urgency, he figured that she was on his side. She was probably a new member of his family who wanted to get on Chifeng-zun’s good side. At this point, though, she might just end up dying. “Are you alive?”

“Obviously,” MingJue responded loud enough for the woman to hear. He was used to people getting involved with him in the hopes that he would be very thankful to them. Today, he was not in the mood. “You should go. It’s dangerous here.”

“Ah… okay then…”

He heard the quiet thump of feet on the ground, partnered by a grunt, before the running footsteps. At least, the lady had enough sense to listen to him. It would be troublesome if somebody else got pulled into this situation.

It would be easy to financially compensate family members for the loss of their loved one, but emotionally and psychologically, it was a different story. Most of his members had families outside of the mafia and children they wanted to protect. Thus, he, as the leader, should protect his members, too. He had to make sure that all of them could go home to their families safe and sound.

—xxx—

Nie MingJue cursed under his breath as he ran through the forest, limping and groaning from the pain that burned from his abdomen where an enemy’s knife had pierced through his flesh. Bullets of sweat rolled down his temples as he panted. It hurt like a bitch! He could never understand how movies and novels make it seem like a stab wound would be something the main character could just walk off.

He didn’t know what went wrong. All he knew was that when he was about to be saved by his men, another wave of gangsters from a different family arrived, cornering everyone inside. It was a trap. And just as MingJue was about to escape, a newbie from the other family stabbed him.

Of course, he paid that back by smacking the kid (no older than 20 and no younger than 18) across the face with his fist, getting no satisfaction at all at the sight of the boy passed out on the ground. He let his men handle that. He would have fought alongside his men, but his men forced him out, saying that he had to live. He had to survive, even if it meant that they wouldn’t.

Now, he was here, escaping, basically abandoning his men to live. It was crazy. He was one of the best fighters, but here he was, trying to escape. His pride was bruised and his team was on the losing end, but he knew they would rise once again. He slipped and almost faceplanted on the ground, but somebody caught the upper part of his body.

“Shit, you’re heavy,” the woman grunted as she helped MingJue get up. It wasn't easy for her, but she persisted. “Boss, I’m one of you. I am Meng Yao.” She wrapped the man’s arm around her shoulders and wrapped her arm around his waist to help him keep upright. With the size difference, they looked funny.

MingJue would have laughed at the two of them if the situation weren't so serious. Who would have thought that this little lady would help a man like him?

“You cannot pass out,” Meng Yao warned as they moved slowly away from ground zero. Her steps were small but hurried. Her brows were furrowed from concentration. “If you pass out, I’m leaving you. I cannot carry a dead weight ten times my weight.”

“Fuck, you complain a lot, don’t you?” MingJue grunted, but he had to give it to this tiny ass woman who was helping someone twice her height. He had to admit, too, that she was a looker under the rugged look. For a drug addict, she managed to look decent. Once she is washed up, she’ll surely be a stunner. She would wipe the floor off with the wives of the other mafia bosses. “You just keep on yapping.”

“Look at me!” Meng Yao looked at her boss with narrowed eyes. Her breath was getting ragged now, too. Sweat trickled down her temples even as more continued to bead over her forehead. “Do I look like I can carry you around for more than 30 minutes while you're passed out?”

MingJue let his eyes wander down that small build before humming. Despite the baggy hoodie and pants, he knew and imagined that she had curves in the right places. “No, but you look like you can take me on for at least a few hours.” He was sure she could see his smirk despite the darkness that wrapped around them.

Meng Yao just shook her head and sighed. “Men and your ego.” She looked away and continued to basically drag MingJue to safety.

“Oh, are you saying your stamina is not good then?” MingJue asked, still teasing her. There was something about the lady that made MingJue want to irk her. She was just too pretty.

“Should I just leave you here, boss?” Meng Yao asked again, but she pushed him behind a tall tree and pressed her body against him to ensure they wouldn’t get caught when they heard enemies coming closer. She had her hand on his mouth to silence him.

MingJue was thankful for that hand. Without it, he would have groaned out loud when he felt her soft body against his. Her breasts were crushed between their bodies. Fuck, soft. It'll be good to have them in my mouth and hands.

Once the enemies were gone, Meng Yao pulled back, but gasped when MingJue pulled her back until their faces were almost touching. Having that body away from him was like torture already. Imagine having it beneath him, welcoming him into that tight and hot body.

“You really are easy on the eyes,” he drawled. It was not a lie. She really was pretty. Fuck, did getting stabbed shake his filter?

“I’m easy to piss off, too,” Meng Yao answered and punched MingJue’s torso, just an inch away from his stab wound, before stepping away when he gasped and doubled over from the pain. “If you can flirt, you can walk on your own.”

He cursed under his breath as he followed her. How can she be so pretty and delicate, and still be a gremlin? Was it a talent? He limped after her, his blood dribbling between his fingers. If he died here, she would surely leave him behind. There was no question about that anymore. She would not even waste a minute to think about him.

So he limped faster despite his vision going in and out. There were times he thought he would pass out and drop on the ground, but he pushed forward. His motivation? The pretty lady in front of him, trying to look like she was bored from waiting for him.

“Hurry up, we're almost there,” Meng Yao said while looking around to make sure they haven't been caught. “My car is parked near here.”

He nearly yelled out in frustration when he saw the tin can that she called her car. It was so small that a man only a bit bigger than Nie MingJue could probably crush it under his foot. Help is help. A car is a car. You can not complain, Nie MingJue.

He took a deep breath in and squeezed himself into the passenger seat, his knees nearly stabbing his chest as he did so. “Can I adjust the seat?” He asked, doing his best to sound as respectful as he could.

“You can try,” Meng Yao answered as the car started to cough to life. She had a satisfied smirk on her face as if she enjoyed the situation. “I can’t promise it would not smack you forward instead, though.” She smiled at him before pulling away from the curb.

—xxx—

Meng Yao wished that he would continue being noisy, but Chifeng-zun had gone pale and had been going in and out of consciousness for the past 15 minutes. The car ride had gone quiet. Too quiet for comfort. Her hands trembled as she drove, but she did her best to keep her calm.

“I cannot take you to the hospital, boss. You cannot die on me,” Meng Yao spoke, her voice trembling a little as she tried to think of a place he could bring him without raising alarms to anyone around them.

Hospitals were out of the question because of how high profile her boss was. She cannot bring him back to his home either because she was not sure if there was a traitor in their midst.

Chifeng-zun groaned but didn’t say anything. He just leaned his head back while still clutching his stab wound. His face had gone pasty, and his lips had gone pale and dry.

Meng Yao had to admit to herself that she was panicking. She didn’t want Chifeng-zun to die on her. She would get in a LOT of trouble with the police and the mafia alike. They wouldn’t care that she was trying to save him. All they'd care about was the fact that he died ON her. She'd be lucky if they just give her a swift and painless death.

Just as she was losing hope of finding a safe place to take Chifeng-zun to, she remembered a friend she had made when she was still just an orphan. If she remembered it right, Wen Qing would be a vet now, right? Vets are like doctors, too, right?

—xxx—

“Wen Qing!” Meng Yao very nearly tore the door off its hinges when she barged into Wen Qing's vet clinic. Thank gods, she remembered when it was. Time is of the essence. She didn't even think if Wen Qing had customers or not. “You have to help me!”

Wen Qing looked up at her friend, unrushed despite the panic on Meng Tao's face. She slowly closed the book she was reading. “Darling, we are closed. Unless your dog is dying, I cannot help you.”

“HE IS DYING!” Meng Yao nearly growled. She didn't know how to explain the situation to the other woman. “IF HE DIES, I DIE TOO!”

Wen Qing slowly got up from her chair, her brows furrowed. “What, is he some super expensive breed? A Tibetan Mastiff or something?” She jogged out of the clinic, following Meng Yao. She had never seen Meng Yao lose it like this. Was the dog really expensive? Or was it her fur baby?

She paused when she saw Meng Yao pulling a goddamn giant of a man from her car. It was NOT a dog, but a man. It would have been better if it were an expensive dog instead, not a bloody and almost dead man. “A-Yao, that is NOT a dog.”

Meng Yao grunted as she pulled harder until she fell on her back on the pavement with the giant on top of her. The man almost covered him with his full size.

“PUT HIM BACK, MENG YAO!” Wen Qing yelled while looking around to make sure no one had seen them. Thank gods that she decided to put her vet clinic in an area away from the center of the town.

“I WILL DIE A PAINFUL DEATH IF YOU DO NOT HELP ME, WEN QING! YOU WILL NEVER GET TO SEE THOSE CUTE NIECES AND NEPHEWS YOU’VE ALWAYS WANTED!” Meng Yao was pulling at random strings, but what could she do? Wen Qing was her last resort!

Wen Qing cursed and went to help her best friend (questionable decision on her part now) get the man into the clinic. It took both of them to even sit the man up. Even with the two of them, it was difficult to drag the man into the vet clinic.

There was a lot of blood coming from the man’s belly. He had probably lost a lot of blood. He would need a blood transfusion or something. Their main problem would be where to get blood bags without raising suspicion.

It was a miracle that they managed to get the man into the clinic and onto the floor. He was heavy as fuck!

“Close all the blinds,” Wen Qing ordered as she hurriedly cut through the man’s clothes to check the damage. She had to whistle at how good the man’s body was. “Look at those buns, A-Yao. They're good enough to eat!”

Meng Yao obeyed the orders in a rush, nearly smacking her face against the glass window when she tripped over a stray pet toy. “FOCUS, A-QING! HE’S DYING! THIS IS NO TIME TO ADMIRE HIS BODY!”

Wen Qing had to shake herself out of it. She saw the tattoos on the man and immediately understood why her friend was so panicked. She didn’t ask questions. Those were very serious tattoos belonging to big people. She gave orders to Meng Yao. They were firm and serious.

It was a good thing that Meng Yao worked well under pressure, too. She followed all instructions to the T. As for the blood, the man was lucky that he and Meng Yao were a match, and Wen Qing had connections to the nearest small blood bank in town.

Soon, the man was sleeping on Wen Qing’s guest bed with a bag of Meng Yao’s blood over his head. The work they did just to get that damn giant up the stairs and into the guest room.

—xxx—

“I’m not gonna ask questions,” Wen Qing said when they were finally done taking “the man” up to her apartment over her clinic. It really took all their strength to manage to do that without injuring themselves.

“Thank you,” Meng Yao replied while mopping the blood off the tiled floor, getting rid of evidence that Chifeng-zun was ever there. It was the least she could do for her friend. “It is better for you, too, if you don’t ask questions. He’s a dangerous man.”

“Dangerously handsome, you mean?” Wen Qing teased as he served snacks–cookies and orange juice–for herself and her friend. “You cannot deny that the man looks good enough to eat. All we need is a couple of bowls of rice! He’s a whole buffet!”

Meng Yao straightened up and looked at her friend. “Sometimes, I worry about you. Your taste in men is questionable at best. For someone as beautiful, as smart, and as talented as you are, you have a lousy taste in men.” Wen Qing finding Chifeng-zun handsome is worry-worthy at this point.

Wen Qing gasped at her friend’s audacity. “Bruh, you’re literally dating Su She. How dare you judge my taste in men when you are dating the cheap version of Lan WangJi from our college days?” She would have slapped her friend for that alone.

“Su She is a good man!” Meng Yao retaliated with a raised eyebrow. No, she didn’t think Su She was anything less than anyone. He was a good person. He worked hard, and he made sure Meng Yao was always comfortable. Sure, he needed to have a bit of a backbone, but he was good. “He is good to me, and that is the important part.”

“A-Yao, that is the bare minimum!” Wen Qing wanted to smack her friend’s head to wake her up. She had nothing against Su She. She knew that Su She was a good guy, but no one can blame her for wanting something or someone better for her best friend. Sure, Su She is kind, but he was spineless! It felt like if Jin ZiXuan was just a bit more strict, that guy would immediately let go of Meng Yao. “With his face card and body card, if he is not good to you, I’m gonna whack him straight to the face with a pan!”

Meng Yao sat across from Wen Qing with a sigh. It was time to divert the topic to something else, or else, she and Wen Qing would end up fighting. She was aware that Wen Qing was not satisfied with Su She for her. It was not something Wen Qing should dip her fingers in. “I’m sorry for pulling you into this. I’ve probably put you in danger.”

“You’re changing the subject, but it’s alright.” Wen Qing shrugged as she stared at her friend. She knew Meng Yao wouldn’t have come to her for help if she weren’t so desperate. Whoever the man was who was currently resting in her apartment, he was a huge man. Not just physically, but also in society. Dangerous in every sense of the word. Someone difficult to handle. “I’m honored to be chosen, to be honest. My life is too boring.”

A-Qing hushed the animals, which were getting a bit rowdy in the presence of a stranger. She looked at Meng Yao again and sighed. “Fine,” she tilted her head to look at her friend once more. “So… tell me… how are you and your boyfriend?”

Meng Yao pouted a bit. “I’m on a mission, so we haven’t been in contact for almost a year.” She took a sip of the juice that A-Qing slid towards her. It was cold, and it definitely helped her parched throat. “He’s probably busy with work.”

A-Qing chose not to say anything about that. Meng Yao and Su She were both cops. They could have done something to see each other or at least contacted each other if they wanted to. She just nodded. “Well… You guys are both busy. It’s no surprise.” But, Goddamn it! Can’t Su She put some effort into seeing you?

“You forgot to turn off the subtitles on your face,” Meng Yao said and rolled her eyes, knowing that her friend had a LOT to say, even without opening her mouth. She could almost read it written all over that beautiful face. “Spill.”

The room filled with A-Qing’s laughter before she looked at A-Yao once more. “Well, you know me, A-Yao. My standards for men are quite high. Obviously, your man does not pass it.” Her shoulders bounced at that. It wasn’t her fault that Su She was less than the standards she had set. And she also knew that it wasn't Meng Yao's fault that she fell in love with that man.

“He’s not your man. Why should he pass your standards?” The cop’s brows furrowed a bit. This was a topic that irked her a lot. Su She did not need to prove himself to anyone except Meng Yao. Besides, who was Wen Qing to judge her options?

“Because he is YOUR man, and I love you,” frustrated, Wen Qing slammed the side of her fist on the table. She just did not understand why Meng Yao was settling for a man who gave her the bare minimum. “The people I love should have good partners, partners who would consistently love them. You guys should have partners who are ready to give you the moon and the stars and actually put effort into doing it. Have you seen me let my cute little sister date just random men?”

“She’s your sister. Of course, she’s special!” Meng Yao remembered Wen Ning, her coworker in the police force. She was in a different department but their departments often work together.

“She’s my biological sister. I did not choose to have her. The universe simply decided that A-Ning and I would be sisters. I chose YOU as my un-biological sister. That is heavier than anything.” And Wen Qing meant it. She loved Meng Yao as much as she loved A-Ning.

How could Meng Yao say anything to that? Wen Qing very rarely said anything sweet, and now, here she was, basically pushing her towards a drug lord. She sighed and shook her head. “No matter, Su She is my boyfriend, and you cannot say anything that will change that.”

Wen Qing just rolled her eyes and slid a bunch of keys towards Meng Yao. “Here are the keys to this place and my apartment upstairs. I have a two-week-long seminar abroad. You can stay here for now.” She looked at the fur babies in her care. “Later tonight, the fur-parents will come to pick them all up. After that, you and the hotshot upstairs can hump all day and all week long.”

“WEN QING!” Mortified, Meng Yao covered her face as her friend laughed.

The vet only laughed, making the other woman blush even more. “The condoms and lube are in the drawer by the bed. I bet he’d be soooo big.” She would have jumped that man easily if she were on the market for love or banging.

—xxx—

Just as promised, the owners of the pets came to get their pets that night. Wen Qing talked to the fur parents and gave them instructions and medicines for the babies.

The next morning, Wen Qing and Meng Yao cleaned up the clinic. Wen Qing went out to buy necessities for her guests, making sure to fill the fridge and the pantry.

By the afternoon, Wen Qing was ready to leave for the airport. “There's another car in the garage if you need it. The key is in the bowl by the door of my bedroom.”

Meng Yao nodded. “Thank you so much, A-Qing. I appreciate you.” Deep in her heart, she was thankful for the other woman. Beyond gratitude, her love for Wen Qing grew even more.

Wen Qing just chuckled. “You're welcome.” She hugged the other woman tightly. “If you're really not interested in him, I'm willing to hook up with him when I come home.”

“WEN QING!”

The vet just laughed before getting into her car and driving away.

Meng Yao mentally thanked her friend as she locked everything and kept the blinds down. She did not even dare turn the air conditioning on in case somebody got curious about it. She only needed a few days or only until Chifeng-zun was stable enough to run on his own.

Once she was sure that everything was set, she went to prepare dinner for her and Chifeng-zun, who was still going in and out of consciousness because of his fever. Without Wen Qing’s first aid and quick thinking, the man would have been dead by now. That would have been a huge problem for her.

She peeked out of the window when she heard the first fat drops of rain against the glass. It would have been nice to go outside and dance in the rain if she didn’t have a drug lord-slash-mafia boss in her care. In her youth, she loved running and dancing in the rain. There were times when Mama Jin and her siblings would also accompany her.

The world definitely knew how to torture Meng Yao with the things that she loved the most. The rain had always been her friend, a companion that kept her sane in the most impossible ways, and a foe that went deeper than her bones.

She missed her mother figure and her siblings. She missed her boyfriend. She missed her life.

She sighed and shook her head.

She needed to cook to feed her boss, who was still burning from his fever. They were still not out of the forest. If Chifeng-zun died here, under her care, she and Wen Qing would be in huge trouble. Her guilt would be too big if Wen Qing got pulled into this mess because of her.

She looked around the veterinary clinic. It was decent-sized, complete with toys, cages, and food for all kinds of pets. In every corner, she could see a mark of Wen Qing–a picture here and there of herself and of Wen Ning, her only sister, her hand sanitizer, and others.

Up the stairs were two small rooms, a small kitchen, a small living room, a dining area, and one communal bathroom. It was a complete setup already, something that a career woman like Wen Qing needed.

Armed with more determination to keep her boss alive, Meng Yao walked up the stairs that led her to the apartment. She had to use a key to open the door that separated the apartment and the staircase. The door itself was designed with various stickers and even a poster of a well-known singer. It showed the less professional side of the veterinarian.

Once inside, she was welcomed by the cool and clean scent of the air. The air purifier sure did a great job. Even the robotic vacuum worked diligently in keeping the place dust and fur-free.

She walked to the kitchen to prepare dinner for her and her boss. Thank God for her survival skills. She could live for a while, even though her cooking skills may be questionable.

Hmph. Her boss will eat everything she gives him because if not, he could starve for all she cares. She took vegetables, eggs, and some meat from the fridge, thankful that it was full enough to last them at least 2 weeks if they paced themselves well.

The ingredients were fresh, so cooking them with the instant ramen she had prepared was great. Instant ramen with veggies, meat, and eggs in it was a good way of getting some nutrients in without all the hassle that comes with preparing a more complicated one. Once she was done, she divided the food into two, ladled rice into two bowls, and brought the tray to the room where Chifeng-zun was resting.

The bedroom was small, and the man on the single-sized bed made it even smaller. His legs hung at the end, making the bed look like it belonged to a child instead of a full-grown lady.

The man himself looked entirely out of place. He had an oversized shirt on (oversized for the owner, undersized for the man), which barely covered anything under the waist, so a blanket was used to cover the precious jewels (according to Wen Qing).

She would be lying if she said she wasn't fascinated by the size of that thing. Even her womanhood drooled at the sight of it. Even when it was still soft, it was already big. What more if it got hard?

Shit, she had to shake herself out of it. She was taken! Happily in a relationship!

She would need to buy him clothes so she could stop imagining his jewels. She had to shake her head as she put the tray on the small table beside the bed.

Her eyes scanned the room once more. This was the kind of room she wanted when she was younger–girly, frilly, and fun. The bed was parallel to the door, with a window that showed the street outside. The walls had different posters of actors, singers, and bands on them. Even the study table was neat and clean.

It was suited for a young girl. Wen Ning surely loved coming home here every vacation, not just because of the room, but also because of her older sister.

She went and gently touched Chifeng-zun’s cheek to check his temperature. It was still pretty high. “Boss,” she called out to him gently while shaking his shoulder. “Boss, get up. You need to eat so you can take your medicine.”

Chifeng-zun groaned, but his evergreen eyes slowly opened up until they focused on Meng Yao’s face. His lips curled at the sight of the most beautiful angel he had ever laid eyes upon. Her lips were pinkish. They looked so sweet. Would it be a sin if he wanted to have a taste?

Those long lashes protected the prettiest eyes he had ever seen even as they gently teased the apples of her cheeks. Would it be bad if he reached up and touched her hair?

“Oh, wow… Who is this beautiful angel?” Chifeng-zun asked, his throat dry, so he had to clear it. Gosh, how embarrassing! The rizz had just dropped. Why would his body betray him in such an important day?

Meng Yao froze at those words before frowning. Was her boss losing his mind? She pulled him up and put a pillow on his back so he could sit up. “You need to eat so you can have your meds.”

“Oh, wow… Such a nice angel,” he continued to speak, his eyes still unfocused. What had he done to deserve such kindness from an angel? “Will you feed me too?”

“No, I won’t,” Meng Yao answered and handed the tray and chopsticks to the man after taking her bowl of rice and noodles. She wasn't sure about what was going on in her boss's head, but she was sure it wasn't sane. “Eat. You can do it.”

Chifeng-zun looked at the angel, then back at the tray on his lap. It had a bowl of rice and noodles with lots of vegetables. He knew it was instant ramen, so why were there vegetables? Slowly, he took a taste of the food, his eyes widening at the explosion of flavors in his mouth. “This is so good, angel!”

Meng Yao denied that she blushed in pleasure. No, she did not blush because she was happy. The heat of the room made her blush. Not the compliment she got from her boss.

Her eyes stayed on Chifeng-zun while he wolfed down the instant ramen and rice like a starving man. The sounds of his slurping filled the room. He didn’t even seem like he chewed his food at all. When he finished his noodles, he poured the remaining broth into her bowl of rice. He continued to wolf that down, too.

He looked at the angel when he was done. He was not yet full. He wanted more. “Can I have more, please?” he asked, looking more vulnerable than even when he got stabbed.

“No,” Meng Yao answered harshly. There was no need to coddle her boss. He was a big man with power. He could handle being snapped at by his subordinate, can’t he? “We need to ration out our food. We might not be able to get out of here for quite some time.”

MingJue hummed, but he handed the tray back to Meng Yao. He remembered now. Her name was Meng Yao, and she’s no angel. He took the glass of water and medicines she handed him, and gingerly took them.

“If you are up to it, continue resting,” Meng Yao told her boss while clearing up their bowls. I’ll try to contact our men to inform them of your safety.”

“Don’t,” he answered. On second thought, something must have leaked really. “We don’t know if there are moles in the organization just yet. Keep our location secret. We will return when I am at at least 80%.”

The woman just shrugged, getting what the man was worried about. Of course, there was the possibility of a mole in the organization. “If you say so.”

MingJue looked down at himself and growled a bit. He was naked under the blanket and the shirt he had was so tight around his torso that the characters were too stretched out. “What am I wearing?”

“Clothes. Or in this case, just a shirt to be exact, ” she responded sassily. “Forgive me, master, we did not have enough time to pack your clothes since we were trying to run with you bleeding and all.”

“Your mouth should be stuffed with a cock to silence you,” he grumbled. A naughty smile bloomed on his lips. “Did you take advantage of my vulnerability?”

Meng Yao did not answer, but she rolled her eyes. How dare he? Did he think that he was THAT handsome? Tsk. Sure, he had an attractive face and a beautiful body, but he was just that. The whole thing got ruined by the ugly moustache! He looked like he was trying hard to look manly.

She just took the bowls, chopsticks, and glasses back to the kitchen. There was no point in giving the man the satisfaction of annoying her.

—xxx—

After washing the dishes, Meng Yao went back to check on her boss and found him sleeping once more. Good. At least when he was asleep, he could not annoy her at all. He was quiet and peaceful like this. When he was awake, he did nothing but annoy Meng Yao.

She went to check his temperature with a thermometer. It was still at 40.2 degrees Celsius. She hissed. That was still high.

She had to go out to buy some clothes and more medicines for him. If this continues, he might really end up dying. She could NOT afford that. Not when she could not even carry him out of the building to throw him into some ditch. If he were a bit smaller, she might manage to drag him out of the building, into her car, and to the nearest dumpsite.

It was 9:05 in the evening. It was late enough for most people to be home, but also early enough for shops to be open. She had no more money, but Chifeng-zun’s wallet had some paper bills she could use to purchase his clothes, so she took it. There was no point in worrying about something like money when her boss had a shit ton of it sitting in his wallet.

With an oversized hoodie and black leggings, Meng Yao slipped out of the vet clinic, making sure that no one saw her. If she weren’t careful, they could be found, and that could lead to very serious consequences.

—xxx—

She walked down the street with her hoodie and earbuds on, though nothing played on her earbuds. She had to be alert. She just used it as a disguise. Her hands were inside the front pocket of her hoodie, keeping the keys there safe and hidden.

She entered a small boutique and immediately picked out clothes for her boss and some for herself, too. There was no need to dress like a beggar even when they were in hiding. She took a couple of tank tops, shorts, and undies for herself and shirts, shorts, pants, and briefs for Chifeng-zun.

She was on her way to the cashier when her eyes caught a movement from the outside, so she turned her head to look. Her heart shattered at the sight she saw–Su She, her beloved boyfriend, kissing another woman. The disappointment came in a tsunami.

The fucking bastard! She thought, but she looked away and paid for her purchase using her boss’s cash. She was not going to throw a tantrum here. Nuh-uh. She was better than that.

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Meng Yao sneaked back into the vet clinic with the bags of clothes in her arms. Her footsteps were light, and she didn’t even turn on any lights in fear of getting any unwanted attention from outside. She just let her eyes adjust to the darkness that welcomed her. The clinic was eerily quiet and cold now that the usual occupants were home with their families. The atmosphere was as cold as the core of her body.

She was beyond pissed, her heart stammering from all the anger she felt. Oh, she wanted to do something–maybe even to hurt someone. A part of her wanted to smack someone around, preferably that bastard Su She.

She would use a metal baseball bat in whooping his cheating ass and then drag him around by his hair, pull every tooth and nail, and then burn him alive at the stake like some pig being roasted to death. That would definitely ease her anger. That would show Su She that she was not a person that he wanted to mess with.

Without her mission, she would have slammed doors behind her. Her hands trembled from all the storms that raged in her chest—years of her youth had been wasted on a man who did not deserve her—years of her life had been wasted on a man who was every bit like her father. She was so goddamn stupid for falling for a cheater. She should have seen the signs.

She was cold inside, but it was a cold that burned her from the inside out. She wanted to burn him with the height of her anger, but she also knew that it would be a waste of time and wood.

Once this mission is done, she will teach him a lesson. The wrath of the gods would NOT be enough for her. He shall learn a valuable lesson about wronging the wrong woman. He shall know how far a woman’s wrath could go. He shall know that a wronged woman is a nasty woman.

She slowly made her way to the stairs at the end of the clinic and nearly let out a bone-chilling scream when she saw a figure standing at the top of the stairs in the dark. Her heart jumped to her throat at the thought of getting found by some random man, especially in her vulnerable state. She dropped the bags and wrapped her hand around the small pocket knife in her front pocket.

“Where have you been?” Chifeng-zun’s voice was thick and deep, even half slurred. He rubbed the back of his head, making his hair stick out in various places.

Gods, she needed to admit that he was a man made by the gods during one of their best days. Aphrodite surely paid a lot of attention to that rougishly handsome face, and Ares probably helped her carve that sinful body. In olden times, Chifeng-zun would definitely be a warrior or a general, maybe even a cultivator. He really looked like someone who should be holding a saber and lording over men who are less than him in status.

Chifeng-zun was handsome and sexy, the type of man ladies (and gays) drooled over. He was so much better than Su She.

“I’ve been looking for you.” For some reason, he sounded like a child accusing his mother of an unforgivable crime.

“I was out. I needed to buy clothes for you,” she explained as she picked up the bags before walking up the stairs slowly. She noticed that he had a towel around his waist to cover his manhood. Gods, how hot could he be? And why the hell was he so big? The towel did nearly nothing to hide the silhouette of his huge manhood. “I couldn’t possibly let you live with no pants on. What would I do if you somehow get erectile dysfunction? The whole mafia family would probably cut my head off.”

She wanted to joke about it, but neither of them was laughing. Instead, she found him staring at her despite the darkness that engulfed them. His eyes were like two molten orbs of caramel. They were both hot on her skin.

With just two steps between them, they could almost feel a spark build. They didn’t need to touch to know that one small slide of skin would lead to a blaze. If Meng Yao were not such a mess, she would have grabbed him just to test how hot the flame would be. After all, she didn’t have to think about a boyfriend.

He took a couple of steps back to let her get to the top of the steps.

Well, that was disappointing. She really thought he would do something about the sparks. After all, they were so hot they could probably start a fire with just a touch. Maybe he was not as brave as she thought after all.

Once she was in, he closed the door behind her, locking it, too. He really was big enough to engulf her if he wanted to. The size difference was just too sexy to ignore. He could probably lift her easily and pin her against the wall effortlessly. He could use those hands to grab fistfuls of her flesh and mark them as his. Surely, his weapon would be as big as expected? If it were, then he could rearrange her guts easily while pounding her like she was nothing but a fleshlight.

“It’s dangerous outside,” he mumbled, his voice still soft as if not wanting anyone to hear them. It was quite impressive how he did that, especially when it was obvious that his voice would be big and loud. “What if somebody saw you and followed you?”

Meng Yao put the bags down on the table and faced her boss. She was really not in the mood to explain everything to him. They were still in the dark; their only source of light was the illumination from the post outside, and it really did not help much.

“I know how dangerous it is outside, boss, but I cannot let you stay half-naked throughout our stay here.” She ran her hands through her hair. She really didn’t have time for this kind of confrontation. She knew, of course, that she shouldn’t be pissy towards him just because Su She decided she was not good enough for him. All she had to do was explain to him the importance of her little adventure outside, and it would be done.

“Did something happen outside?” Chifeng-zun’s features seemed to soften just a little, but it could all be Meng Yao’s imagination, of course. Why would he care about her? Why would a man like Chifeng-zun care about a person like Meng Yao? She was nothing but a random underling in his huge mafia family.

The question surprised her. How could this man know? She looked up at him in a mixture of curiosity and confusion, and sighed. He was just curious. That was all. It meant nothing. “Nothing.” What was the point of sharing something stupid with a sick man? He should be focusing on getting better, not on listening to a stupid situation she put herself in. “You should be resting. You need to gain your strength so we can go back. The family needs you.”

Chifeng-zun stared at her for a minute as if trying to read her before nodding and opening the door to the guest room. “Okay then.” He turned to look at Meng Yao once more, his eyes surprisingly clear. “You can tell me anything. Maybe it’ll ease your worries.”

Meng Yao didn’t say anything. She didn’t need anyone to comfort her, much less her criminal of a boss. She didn’t need any comfort. If anything, she needed blood. She wanted revenge. That bastard was given the chance to date a gorgeous woman like Meng Yao, and he cheats? Where the fuck did he get the audacity?

—xxx—

Six cans of beer in (Meng Yao got some from Wen Qing’s alcohol cabinet, promising to pay the vet back once she was able), and the undercover cop was already mumbling about death and murder. She promised vengeance and retribution. No one messed with her and got away with it scot-free. Worse, she planned on telling Jin ZiXuan, his other siblings, his Mama Jin, and Wen Qing about it. Those two will definitely fuck Su She up.

Everything around her swayed, teasing her for the heartbreak she got from a man like Su She. Her pride had been wounded, her ego trampled. Who the heck was Su She to do this to her? Where the fuck did he get the fucking audacity?

Su She was a man who was not outstanding in looks, intelligence, wealth, or attitude. Even the sex was ordinary, something she could have enjoyed more if she used toys and other things. He was not even much of a lucky guy, except when Meng Yao fell in love with him for some silly reason.

When people told her that she should have chosen someone better, she stood up for him, fought to keep his dignity intact. When people said that she could have gotten someone more handsome and outstanding, she told them off. When her friends told her he wasn’t as good as she thought, she reprimanded them. This is what he pays her?

She looked at the clock on the wall, the numbers danced and jumped around, but she persisted, and when she saw it was time for her boss’s medicine, she got up on trembling knees and wobbled to the guest room.

The night light helped her find the silhouette of her boss, who sat up and pointed a fork at her neck, making her raise her arms in shock and surrender. He was half-naked again. He had probably gotten rid of his shirt before going to sleep. His abs looked delectable enough to eat.

“I come in fucking peace!” She announced, albeit slurry. Why the heck was this man pointing a goddamn fork at her? She nearly lost her balance, but she managed to stand upright. “Medicine. Gotta take it.”

Chifeng-zun blinked at her owlishly before sitting properly and putting the fork on the desk. He stared at her up and down as if checking her out, and Meng Yao just huffed.

“Can a fork even help you?” She asked as she put medicines on his palm and a glass of water in the other hand. She wouldn’t imagine such a huge man using a fork as a weapon. She watched him closely to make sure he took them. She had to sit on the stool beside the bed to stabilize herself. She had to admit that the alcohol had climbed up to her head. She was drunk, and drunk Meng Yao was a dangerous woman.

“Anything can kill with the right amount of force,” Chifeng-zun swallowed the meds and water and then answered as he leaned back on the bedframe. His eyes still seemed heavy, and he still looked tired. His complexion was still as pale as can be.

Meng Yao sighed as she stood up to leave, but the room unfairly swayed around her, making her wobble and fall onto the bed. It was a good thing that the man managed to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her close. She didn’t even have time to yelp or scream. Before she knew it, her face was already plastered against a hard and firm chest.

How dare Chifeng-zun have bigger breasts than she does? They were so big and firm. Was this the reason why men turn gay for other men? Is the secret to gayness chest? Gods, they were almost big enough to breastfeed a toddler.

She raised her hand and cupped one pectoral and squeezed it. Yep. It was firm. It felt good in her hand. She even sat up, straddling his lap, just to get a better view and put her other hand on his other pec. She squeezed them. “What’s the secret to having this?”

Chifeng-zun sighed, but he let Meng Yao do what she wanted. His hands were on her hips this time. He swallowed several times as if he were thirsty. “Lifting weights helps a lot in maintaining it,” he answered.

“Nice,” the woman hummed and continued squeezing those pecs until her eyelids got too heavy. She finally let her body fall on top of the man and allowed his warmth to lull her to sleep.

—xxx—

Alcohol and emotions were never a good combination. This was a lesson Meng Yao had learned several times, but somehow still ignored when she was angry. The effect is often felt in the morning. She had known this fact for a long time, but Meng Yao still risked it because of how angry she was the night before.

She groaned as the pounding in her head intensified as the seconds ticked by. Her brain was being drilled from the inside out. It didn’t help that there was a furnace in the room. The heat was too much. Even the bed was fucking burning. Was she in hell already?

Did she regret drinking too much? Of course, she did. Did she regret being upset about the betrayal by her ugly bastard of an ex-boyfriend? Of course not. She had every right to be upset. After all, she lowered her standards for that asshole and he did her god fucking dirty.

She lifted her head and realized that it wasn’t the room that was hot. It wasn’t the bed either. It was the body underneath her. Her sweat had mixed with Chifeng-zun’s, making her shirt stick to her body. Even her bra (thank gods, she did not remove her bra last night) was wet with sweat.

She pulled back slowly, not wanting to shake her head too much. Her head was still heavy with the alcohol, and the room was still too hot. The heat was not normal. Again, the room was not hot. It was Chifeng-zun.

Chifeng-zun had a fever again. His face was pale, and his lips were incredibly dry. His forehead was beaded with sweat as his breath came in huffs and puffs, but despite all of that, his body down there still managed to get up when Meng Yao accidentally rubbed her ass against it.

“Bruh, seriously, is your immune system killing you or something?” She bit her lower lip when she felt the hard member against her ass. It was indeed big and throbbing. It already felt good having it rubbing against her. It would be even better to have it inside her. “And why the fuck are you hard? You pervert.”

Chifeng-zun opened his eyes and looked at her, eyes unfocused. “Pretty nurse…” he mumbled, his hands landing on her hips gently as his hips moved on their own to rub his manhood against the soft flesh. “Pretty nurse, please not so loud, okay? My head hurts a lot.” He gasped a bit.

Meng Yao threw her head back in shock when that hard cock rubbed against her ass and her womanhood. Her shorts were not exactly thick. And every movement from the sick man made his cock slide from her ass to her front, making her clit stiffen and her hole get wet.

“S-S-Should I–ah!--take you to the hospital then?” Meng Yao asked as she held onto his shoulders, her body trembling from all the pleasure she was experiencing. Shit. She should have some self-control. She was the one in her right mind. She should–she gasped once more when he slid his finger between her thighs to tease her already wet clit over her shorts and panties.

“No,” the man answered groggily and used his thumb to rub the stiff clit under the fabrics. “No hospital. I am fine. And I have a pretty nurse to take care of me.” He smiled and then pushed the fabrics to the side to see the wet and twitching hole. “See? Such a pretty nurse.”

The woman let out a wanton moan when Chifeng-zun pushed two thick fingers into her hole and scissored her. Her whole body trembled at being penetrated, and her voice rose an octave higher when those fingers played her like some kind of guitar.

Soon, she was releasing her juices all over him, and her muscles gripped his fingers as tightly as they could, as if not wanting to let him go at all.

—xxx—

Meng Yao stared at herself in the mirror. How could she do that with a sick man? How? Her pussy still throbbed from how hard she had come from his fingers. She could almost still feel those thick things inside her. Those curved and rolled around her, making her see stars and moan out like a slut.

He was indeed good with his fingers. Would he be good with his cock too? She shook her head and slapped herself a bit. She had to take care of him.

She filled the tub with cold water and ice for good measure. She wasn’t sure if it would work, but she was desperate. At least she could say that she tried everything in case things went from bad to worse.

Once the tub was full, she went to help her boss to his feet, taking most of his body weight onto her. Why did he have to be so big and heavy? All that useless meat should have been donated somewhere else. Wait, no. They were not useless meat. They were meat that attracted lovers.

She made him sit on the toilet and helped him out of his shorts that had been soiled from their exercise just a while ago. She realized then that he was not one to wear undies. Why should he, when his manhood was so big it was probably giving him grief on a daily basis? It is delicious but it must be so fucking difficult to keep it restrained by briefs.

She ran her tongue over her lips at the image of that thing in its full glory. It was so big, long, and hard. It would most likely stretch her so wide and reach the deepest parts of her body. With the image she had conjured a while ago, she was sure he would not be one to be gentle as a lover. He would pound her and show her what kind of lover he was.

Her pussy unconsciously clenched at the idea. Shit. She would bet her whole year’s salary that Chifeng-zun would know how to use that huge thing properly. He would shove that thing in her hole and make her scream like a whore. He probably knew various positions, too. Maybe he can fuck her from the front, behind, and sideways. She was sure he could bend her like a goddamn pretzel too.

She had to shake her head and mentally wipe her drool–yes, she was mentally drooling. Gods, she couldn’t believe she was thinking about such things while caring for a sick person. No matter how gorgeous, fine, she admits it now, the sick person was!

It was his fault for giving her a taste of heaven with his fingers. He really should take responsibility for this. Now, she was wet again. She had just changed her panties, for Christ’s sake!

Slowly, the two of them moved to the tub. Chifeng-zun lifted his foot and put it into the tub, only to pull back and shiver violently. “Cold!” he gasped and looked at Meng Yao accusingly, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes narrowed. Even with his pale complexion, he still looked scary when he glared.

“I know it is cold,” Meng Yao snapped, her brows furrowed, too. She had to hide the fact that she was horny for her boss. She wanted him to fuck her while he was angry and while he was happy, too. “That’s exactly the point. Now, get in before we fall out of balance here.”

Chifeng-zun narrowed his eyes at her some more but said nothing before getting into the tub and submerging his body until the water reached his chin. He shuddered violently once more before relaxing. “That feels good…”

Meng Yao didn’t answer. She just sat on the toilet and watched her boss. She tried to sing the national anthem in her mind to lead her focus to a different topic, but no matter what she did, she returned to thinking about a certain cock that would slide in and out of her already soaking wet pussy.

Shit, she wanted to reach down and touch herself to relieve the pressure, but how could she do that when the object of her thoughts was right there, relaxing in a tub full of cold water and ice?

He looked like a normal man without the dark clothes–a sinfully handsome and normal man who would have collected hearts and broken them easily. He would have been a force to reckon with.

—xxx—

After 5 minutes, Meng Yao helped Chifeng-zun out of the tub, careful not to throw them off-balance. She was slowly getting used to his weight and size. If this man were as strong as she thought he was, he would be able to do all the fantasies she had.

She carefully wrapped the towel around his waist and kept it there. The abs were teasing her, beckoning her to touch and caress. Shit. She wanted to lick them, too. If she were a lesser woman, she would have knelt and taken the liberty of licking his body like ice cream in the summer.

“Take a picture,” Chifengzun mumbled. “It will last longer.”

Even without looking up, she knew he would be smirking, so she unceremoniously shoved him onto the bed, ignoring the grunt he made. It was a big mistake because the towel slid to the floor and made her see his naked biteable and delicious ass.

Damn it! She growled to herself and tossed the blanket over his body. Her life was in tatters, and now she has this. It was not enough that she was handling a cheater boyfriend, now, she has unclean thoughts about her boss too?

—xxx—

Nie MingJue was never a sickly kid, but how was it that when he was finally getting interested in a woman (REALLY INTERESTED), his body was suddenly sabotaging him? A fever just because of a stab wound? What was he, some poor bastard with nothing to eat and drink in 13th-century England?

He grunted when she basically slammed him onto the bed after he teased her about staring at his abs. Idiot.

Shit. She's even hotter when pissed. Gonna fuck the attitude outta her one of these days. Gonna make her beg for my cum. Gonna drown her in my cum. As soon as the room stops wobbling. She'll see what I am made of.

Before he could even say the thoughts, he was under. Sleep had taken him, and he knew nothing about the world.

—xxx—

She gasped when he drove his manhood into her in one slow and deep stroke, her nails dragging down his back as her back arched up. “Ah!” Even her voice was hot enough to fuel Nie MingJue’s needs and lust for her. She was incredibly gorgeous. The curve of her neck was perfect for a hand to wrap around it. The only thing stopping him from wrapping his hands around her neck was her breasts.

Her small breasts were perfect for his hands. Her nipples pressed against his palms like soldiers at attention. The nipples were so pink and tiny. They were now swollen from all the sucking and pinching MingJue had done. Gods, they were incredibly delicious. They were almost sweet in MingJue’s mouth.

Her breasts would look even more gorgeous when they were heavy with milk that would sustain their child. A child. Yes. She deserved to get pregnant. She deserved to have their child growing inside her while Nie MingJue provided all their needs. She would look so fucking good while waddling and trying to be as healthy as possible for their baby.

She screamed from pleasure once more. This time, her belly was engorged with the child they made, and her breasts were heavy with milk. Her whole body, in general, was plumper and fleshier. Droplets of milk dribbled down her body with each thrust he made into her welcoming body. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, giving both of them satisfaction.

“J-Jue-ge!” She gasped and cupped his face. Tears dribbled down her cheeks, but they were not from pain, but from pleasure. Her lips were parted, with her lipstick smeared around them. “N-not too hard… The b-babies… the babies…”

“Babies…” MingJue smirked as he rubbed her rounded belly and rolled his hips, making her eyes roll to the back of her head. Shit. They’re gonna have babies. Plural. Fuck. He did a great job impregnating his woman. “Our babies are gonna be so healthy.”

MingJue blinked and he was in the kitchen with Meng Yao bent over the table and his cock buried deeply inside her from the back. The tightness that gripped him nearly made him come. Her shorts and panties were on the floor, pooling around her ankles. Her shirt was pushed up over her chest, making her breasts rub against the table.

She arched her back and gasped when he pushed his cock deeper into her as if he could never get enough of her. Yes, he could never ever get enough of her. He would keep her pregnant over and over as many times as she wanted to carry his children. And obviously, she was also enjoying the act of being pregnant.

“Hurry!” She gasped and looked at him over her shoulder. Her eyes were playful and naughty. She pulled his hand and nipped at his knuckle. “The kids will be here soon.”

“Fuck, A-Yao,” he groaned as he pressed his face against her neck. “You feel so good around me. So fucking good.” He raised her leg over the table and pushed his hips harder into her, enjoying the sounds of her gasps and moans.

He moved his hips faster and harder, making the table creak under their combined weights, and before he knew it, he was already coming deep inside her.

—xxx—

“Aren’t you a bit too old to be having wet dreams, boss?” Meng Yao asked, her eyes naughty and her lips curved on one side. She was wearing a skintight shirt and short shorts that showed off her thighs and legs.

Nie MingJue ignored her and went to the bathroom to clean up after himself, doing his best not to blush when he heard her laughter. How? Why? He really needed to get back on his feet and go home, or else she would cloud his head too much.

—xxx—

Nie MingJue helped Meng Yao clean up the vet clinic and the apartment. There really was not much to clean except the towels, sheets, and blankets they used during their stay. They both decided to just throw those away at the nearest incarcenator as to not leave any traces of their presence, and buy new ones for Dr. Wen Qing.

He was surprised to know that Meng Yao’s doctor friend provided them with all their needs before she left. She actually made sure they wouldn’t starve during their stay. It was rare to find people like her. On top of that, she even let Meng Yao use her safe space despite not knowing who Nie MingJue was.

Dr. Wen Qing… It would be good to have her on speed dial. She could be useful in more ways than one. He took her number from the flyer he saw on a table and sent a short message from his “for acquaintances” number.

I am incredibly indebted to you, Doc. I am the man you and A-Yao helped in my most vulnerable moment. Please save my number. You can call or message me in case you need help. I will pay you back one way or another. Thank you. We shall buy you new towels and blankets.

Once the message was sent, he went back to wiping surfaces with a smooth cloth to make sure no fingerprints would be left behind. It would not be safe for Dr. Wen Qing if people knew she helped a mafia boss like him. Whether she was aware of his identity or not, it was his responsibility to make sure she would not get pulled into the bullshit of the mafia world.

Once they were done cleaning, Meng Yao and Nie MingJue took the bag full of towels, blankets, and sheets, and hailed a cab. MingJue gave the address to the driver before sitting back, unfazed by the shocked look of the driver since the address he gave was about three hours away from their pickup point. Even Meng Yao looked at her boss in shock.

MingJue was sure Meng Yao hadn’t gone to the headquarters yet. After all, she was still in a low position. Only managerial people can go to the headquarters, and only with permission from the higher-ups.

The drive was quiet as the driver only played a quiet tune. None of them spoke. MingJue typed on his phone but did not message anyone. He was just listing down the names of the people he saw during the attack and the fight. Most of the people there were unfamiliar, so he was sure their opponents had hired new people.

He was not affected or worried about that. He just had to make sure his people would be trained well and in good hands. After all, they were still the best in town. He just hoped that someone took over him while he was down.

He thought about his younger brother and sighed. If only Nie Huaisang had the heart, he could have been a good leader, but alas. His baby brother was too soft and kind to be a mafia boss. He decided to be a cop instead of following their father’s and his brother’s footsteps. That made him sigh in disappointment but also smile in pride. Who would have thought that his cowardly brother would have the spine to make a decision and follow through without the support of his family?

As usual, he paid using cash (he gave extra to the driver, knowing that it would be tough to go back on his own) and got out in front of a business building that hid the reality of what was going on in their mafia world. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and whispered, “Pretend that you are my girlfriend and no one would mess with you.”

It was an easy task, and Meng Yao did it wonderfully. She immediately leaned her head against his shoulder as they walked, her arm wrapped around his lower back. She even looked up at him with a sweet smile as if she had been doing that for years. “Of course, love.”

The workers immediately bowed to their boss despite the shock that was painted on their faces. Their boss was alive, and he came back with a woman clinging to him?! What happened in the last few days?!

Chapter Text

The view of the skyscrapers outside welcomed both Chifeng-zun and Meng Yao as they walked into his office. The floor-to-ceiling glass windows sported a breathtaking view of the city--skyscrapers and other buildings looked tiny compared to Chifeng-zun's. Outside, the chaos of daily life was as noisy as it could get, but inside, it was silent.

Everything was sleek and elegant inside the office. Surprisingly, there were plants and flowers, giving it a softer atmosphere despite all the dark colors that surrounded them. There were also photos and art works that went against the stereotype of being a mafia boss. Who would ever think that a mafia boss would ever post a drawing on his wall? Especially when that drawing was obviously made by a child.

It was a crayon drawing of a stick-figure family where the father was drawn in dark green, the mother was drawn in gray, the older child was drawn in pine green, and the younger child was drawn in yellow-green. It was signed by a clumsy NHS - 1998.

Meng Yao was surprised that Chifeng-zun would actually bring her to his office. She thought he would be very careful about bringing a stranger to his space, but it seemed that he didn’t care much about that. That or he was very confident about his security (he must have very very VERY good security services).
Her footsteps were muffled by the thick, brown carpet, and her senses were overcome by the scent of masculinity (since when has masculinity had a scent?) and a humidifier. The room smelled clean and homey.

It was spotless from top to bottom, just as she had expected. No webs, no dust, no dirt. Whoever did the task did a wonderful job at it. They should. After all, they were working for a mafia boss. Would they get killed if they did not do a great job at cleaning his office? Would they get tortured? Or maybe they were paid a lot? She didn't know. At least they're doing their jobs.

She let her eyes roam without looking like she was observing. She wanted to seem like she was simply amazed by the vastness of it. And she was. She was amazed by the sheer size and aura that emitted from the room itself. She made sure to make her eyes extra wide and her lips slightly parted. Maybe the reality was that she didn't have to completely pretend.

“Take a seat. I need to call someone,” Chifeng-zun told her, nodding at the coffee-colored couch, before walking to his desk and picking up the phone. He leaned against the mahogany desk and kept his eyes on her while he was talking. His gaze burned her skin, but she pretended not to notice. “Tell everyone to meet me at the conference room in an hour. The usual. Late individuals shall be punished harshly.”

Meng Yao’s eyes zeroed in on the nameplate on the desk. Nie MingJue - CEO.

So that was his real name. Nie MingJue. It suited him. It sounded powerful and strong. It sounded like he was meant to lead and rule the world. That also meant that the childish drawing was not made by him. It was made by someone who had HS as their initials. A sister or a brother? A certain name popped in her head, but that would be impossible.

Nie Huaisang would NEVER be a part of the mafia. Being a cop was already difficult enough for him. Wasn't that the reason behind his being under the Intelligence and Information Division? He was there so he wouldn't be in the field too much.

She leaned back on the couch and let her eyes roam once more. The office looked surprisingly normal, minus the skyscraper view. There were framed certificates and pictures on the walls. There were thick business books and some novels, too.

Nie MingJue (yeah, that was his name) sat across from her and crossed his legs. His legs were so fucking long. If she were a typical woman, she would have drooled over them. “So, how can I repay you for the kindness you shared with me?” He asked, businesslike and serious. His head tilted to the side as if to dissect her with his gaze.

Meng Yao blinked several times before shrugging. “I mean, I have no family to go home to, but I do like money and safety.” She smiled almost sweetly. She pushed her hair away from her face. It was probably time to use the beauty she got from her mother. “I would also like to get out of the streets since I’m too pretty to be selling drugs in alleyways.”

The man chuckled and leaned back while still watching her like a hawk. He ran his tongue over his lips as if he had just seen something incredibly delicious. “You’re a very smart and wise woman. I like that.” His gaze left her when the door opened, and his secretary walked in with refreshments and snacks. “Nie ZongHui, this is Meng Yao.” He introduced Meng Yao to the tall and beefy man who looked more like a bouncer than a secretary. “She’s my girlfriend.”

ZongHui looked at the lady and bowed. His thick brows only made the slightest movement to show his shock. His sharp features would have easily landed him on several front pages if he used them well enough. “It is nice to meet you, Madam. We will be in your care from now on.”

Meng Yao stood up and bowed at the man as respectfully as she could. She had to make a good impression on the people surrounding Nie MingJue. “It’s nice to meet you, too, Mr. Nie. I will be in your care.”

ZongHui nodded and walked away without further ado. His cool demeanor would have driven young women crazy. He was the embodiment of a typical non-chalant main male character in fictional stories.

“ZongHui will drive you home while I have a meeting with my people,” Nie MingJue cut off her thoughts. His voice sounded so deep that it made her shiver just a little bit. “You should wait in my bedroom like a good girl if you don’t wanna get eaten.”

Meng Yao looked at MingJue and nodded. Of course, he wouldn’t let her listen in on his meeting. “That is understood. So is it a deal? You’re gonna keep me safe and fed?” She ignored the tingling between her thighs at the thought of him eating her.

“Of course. That’s the least I can do.” MingJue also stood up and handed Meng Yao his black card. “Order whatever you want. At the moment, you cannot go out just yet. Wait for me at home.”

—xxx—

The mansion was more normal than Meng Yao thought. It wasn’t as overly imposing as she thought it would be. Sure, it was still huge, but not unnecessarily so. It had a living room, a kitchen, a dining area, and bedrooms on the second floor. It also had a third floor (which she hadn’t seen yet), but other than that, it was like a normal house.

She also saw pictures of Nie MingJue when he was younger. The rumor that he had a younger sibling must have been true, because there were pictures of a young child with Nie MingJue. A brother? No. Nie MingJue had a sister. A very pretty one. She seemed to cling to Nie MingJue in a lot of the pictures, making them look so cute together.

Nie MingJue’s bedroom had a huge bed, a cluttered study table, and a bathroom. It was almost bare, but it also carried his identity. The curtains and windows were wide open, letting the fresh breeze in. The floor was wooden and so were the desk and the bed.

“I should at least wash up,” she mumbled to herself before walking into the walk-in closet to look for something she could use. She didn’t want to use the black card to buy clothes online just yet. She could just ask Nie MingJue about it later.

She grabbed a random shirt and walked to the adjacent bathroom to shower. She might as well enjoy the luxury she was offered.

—xxx—

Nie MingJue walked into the mansion with a sigh. After that conversation with his people, he was tired. They had a rat in the group, and the said rat had been identified, but not yet exposed. They would need to observe the bastard for quite some time yet.

He walked into his bedroom and paused. There, on the long couch, Meng Yao was on her stomach, reading a book, her bare legs (look how flawless and smooth they were) propped on the arm of the couch. That wasn’t what made him stop (though she was a goddess). It was the shirt she was wearing. It was too big to belong to her.
Meng Yao turned her head to look at him, and a smile bloomed on her face, her cheeks pinkening just a little. “Hi!” She sat up, making the fabric of the shirt slightly hike higher on her thighs before settling just low enough to cover her treasure. “I borrowed one of your shirts, boss. I hope you don’t mind.”

MingJue walked to her and stared. His eyes burned her, and his manhood struggled in his pants. Fuck, since when had he become such a sex fiend? “You are my girlfriend. Why are you calling me ‘boss’?” Fuck, she would look good impaled with my cock. She would look so good when she started crying for more.

“What should I call you then?” she asked, a teasing smile on her face. She looked up at him through her lashes. The shirt barely hid anything under it. Her nipples pushed against the fabric, giving him a preview of what he would find underneath it.

Nie MingJue was a man who respected women. Yes, he could be a bit… harsh… but he worked hard to give the respect women deserved, but with Meng Yao, he wanted to do things. Things that would turn her into something or someone she might hate in the future. “How about honey or darling?”

“Darling?”

“Yes, honey?”

The woman blinked at MingJue as if trying to process what just happened, her tiny nose twitching just a bit, before she smiled once more. “You know, if we’re gonna pretend to be lovers anyway, why don’t we just make it a friends-with-benefits situation?”

MingJue ran his tongue over his lips. “Are you sure about that? The pretend lovers thing is to protect you. You don’t have to give me back anything since I am the one paying you back for your generosity and kindness during one of my vulnerable moments.”

She sighed exasperatedly as she ran her fingers through her hair harshly. “Darling, are you slow? I’m offering because I miss sex. Sex is the greatest motivator here. I have seen your dong. I know it is big. Now, you just have to show me if you actually know how to use it.”

MingJue let out a laugh before lifting Meng Yao by her thighs, making her wrap her arms around his shoulders in shock and press her body against his. With the position they were in, her pussy was pressed against his belly. “Fine. Let’s do that. I just need to inform you that I’m quite insatiable, Honey.”

She just laughed breathlessly before whispering, “That’s what I like.” She shamelessly sucked on his earlobe. “Please, darling… Give me all of your passion.”

Slowly, he put her down on the bed. “Fine. I’ll–” his whole thought process got derailed when he realized that she had no panties under the shirt, and that he could see how wet she had become. She was glistening and twitching, ready to accept him.

Thoughts and logic went flying out the window as he grabbed her thighs and opened her up like a clam so he could dig in. Quite literally. He caught her clit into his mouth and sucked on it, hard.

The scream she let out made him hum. Gods, so she could sound like a whore too. Perfect. She was just perfect.

Her juices were beyond delicious. They were addictive. He ate her like a man starved, and she gave it all to him like a good Samaritan.

His tongue slithered inside her hole, and he had the pleasure of hearing her surprised gasp as she pulled his hair. He hissed at the pain, but he continued to push deeper before rolling his tongue. Jesus, her juices were enough to quench his thirst.

He focused on her pleasure, wanting to give her an experience she would not soon forget. He curled his tongue inside, searching for the spot that would make her lose her mind. Shit, she really tasted too good. He could get addicted to this.

When her first climax exploded in his mouth, he took his time in sucking her juices out of her, despite the protests she made. He held her thighs open even when she tried to close them to protect herself from the wave after wave of pleasure.

“N-no more!” She gasped, her arms and thighs jerking from the spasms of pleasure that overcame her.

Finally, he pulled back and licked his lips, satisfied with what he had just done. He looked down at her and then at the wet pussy that still enticed him.

She twitched once, pressing her thighs together as if that would stop the throbbing of her womanhood, and looked at Nie MingJue with glassy eyes. “J-jerk…” Despite that, she didn't do anything to cover her nakedness. The hem of the shirt was now almost at her neck, exposing her small breasts to the man.

“You hated it?” He asked while unbuttoning his shirt. He really needed to release Xiao Jue before he exploded in his pants. “We can stop now if you want.”

Meng Yao huffed and pressed her foot against the obvious bulge in Nie MingJue’s pants, making the man groan. “Stop when your weapon is cocked and loaded? Are you crazy?” She parted her legs once more. She slid her hand between her thighs and used her fingers to part her labia to show him her twitching hole. “Don’t underestimate me, Darling.”

The man chuckled breathlessly and tossed his shirt aside. His pants followed. Yes, he was not one to wear underwear since he felt uncomfortable with them. His manhood thanked him for the freedom.

He pressed his fingers against Meng Yao’s lips. “Suck them. Make sure to make them all wet and nice.” He watched her lips part, and her small, pink tongue wrapped around his fingers.

She wrapped her delicate hands around Nie MingJue’s wrist and took his fingers deeper into her mouth, making sure that his middle and ring fingers were as wet as they could be, her tongue rolling and wrapping around them seductively.

MingJue groaned at the action. “Gods, would you be willing to give me head one of these days?” he asked as he pulled his fingers out of her mouth and transferred them to her hole down below, which was equally wet.

She grabbed his shoulder as her lips made an O shape when his thick fingers teased her pussy. “Y-yes… Yes…” She opened her thighs wider and looked down, whimpering when those two fingers slowly disappeared inside her. “Ah, shit… Yes… ah…” Her voice increased an octave as she threw her head back and moved her hips to get more of those sinful fingers inside her.

MingJue caught his lower lip between his teeth and sucked on it. Shit. She was sexy. So fucking sexy. He leaned down and caught a nipple and sucked on it gently at first before sucking harder as if wanting to taste something from it.

“O-oh!” She gasped, her back arching to push her breast closer to his face. Her hands found his hair and held on like her life depended on it.
The man teased her perky nipple with the tip of his tongue while his fingers moved in and out of her, creating lewd squelchy sounds with every movement he made. Then he used his teeth to tug on that pinkish nub, making the woman let out a scream of pleasure, which was followed by another one when MingJue curled his fingers inside her while his thumb rolled her clit at the same time.

He watched her spasm as her second climax was forcefully taken from her. Her inner muscles gripped his fingers like a vice, and he could only smirk. He will make sure that she will never forget him. She shall never forget how good it felt to be taken by Nie MingJue.

Once she had caught her breath, he started curling and scissoring his fingers once more, smiling evilly when she yelped and grabbed his wrist weakly. “You can do another, Honey,” he coaxed. He cupped her face. “I’m gonna kiss your lips.”

He waited for her consent before finally connecting their lips together, his moans getting muffled by her soft and sweet lips. Gods, she tasted sweet. Her tongue was as competitive as she was, and her body was soft against his. His hand was already as wet as can be from her juices, but how could he stop now?
He pulled back, a string of saliva still connecting their lips, and pulled his fingers out to suck on them. He had to moan at the explosion of flavor in his mouth. Fuck. She really was delicious.

He pulled out a box of condoms and a bottle of lube from his drawer. “Are you sure about this?” He asked once more as he opened a condom and slid it onto his throbbing manhood.

“How dare you ask me that when you’re almost ready to explode?” Meng Yao tilted her head to the side and smirked. Her eyes were the eyes of a seductress, ready to gobble Nie MingJue whole. “Just come and give me that cock, Darling.”

Would Nie MingJue be able to call himself a man if that did not faze him? He crawled to her, kneeling between her thighs and looking at her small but wet hole. He knew his biology. He knew she’d be able to take him, but he did not want to hurt her in any way or form. He was aware of his size.

She probably saw the hesitation, so she pulled him down and kissed his lips gently. “Please, darling, put it inside me. I can’t wait.” She reached down to touch MingJue’s cock and rubbed the tip against her opening. “Shit… You’re so big…”

“And yet you’re still so hungry for it,” he responded as he slowly pushed the head of his cock into her, grunting at the tightness and heat that welcomed him. “Ah, shit!” He had to grab the bed frame to stop himself from coming too fast.

Meng Yao let out a wanton scream as her nails dug into his skin. “Big! S-so big!” She whined when he pulled out, glaring at him. “Put it back!”

He couldn’t help but chuckle at the demand. He put his cock back inside her, careful not to push too hard. He grunted when she bit his earlobe and pulled his hips more. It was as if she really wanted to take all 8 inches of his manhood.

“Fuck me like you mean it, darling…” Meng Yao whispered in his ear. Her voice was hoarse from the demand. “Show me how you use this weapon.”
“But…” Gods, she had the voice of the devil.

“You can fuck me gently next time. Just… fuck me hard now,” Meng Yao growled, her eyes narrowed at the man. Her inner muscles even constricted as if to urge him to move. Her nails dug into his shoulders. “Please, darling…”

“There’s gonna be a next time?” MingJue could not hide the glee in his voice as he looked down at the beautiful goddess beneath him. Even Xiao Jue twitched inside her from the thought of a repeat performance.

“Not if you don’t fuck me now!” Meng Yao punched MingJue’s chest, not that it hurt the man, considering how soft she was. She looked angry and desperate at the same time.

MingJue just laughed and pulled back until only the tip was inside just to push back in, his breath catching when she arched up and scratched his arms.

“Yes! Yes! L-like that! Just like that!” Meng Yao held onto MingJue tightly. Her whole body started to burn for more. “F-faster… harder… Oh, please!” She even reached down to part her labia once more. “You can go deeper!”

Who was Nie MingJue to decline such a demand? His hips knew what to do. With every snap, the bed creaked. With every slam, the bed slammed against the wall. Their movements were accentuated by the lewd squelches of their joined bodies.

“Darling…” Meng Yao pulled MingJue down for a sloppy kiss. Her hips moved on their own to meet MingJue’s movements thrust for thrust. Grunt for grunt. “So good… So good…”

“You feel so fucking good around me, honey,” MingJue answered as he moved faster. Harder. Deeper. He watched as her small body bounced with every thrust he made. Her small breasts moved in time with his pounding, too. “Shit. You’re so fucking sexy.”

“D-darling!” Meng Yao gasped and tightened her hold around his wrists as her inner muscles spasmed and tightened around him like a vice. “AH~~”

MingJue almost lost his grip. His cock twitched, wanting to release, but he wanted to prolong the pleasure. Not yet. Just one more from Meng Yao. “Don’t pass out yet, Honey. One more, yeah? You’re my good girl.”

—xxx—

Meng Yao listened to the movement in the room. She could hear Nie MingJue walking as quietly as he could. Gods… How long were they at it, like rabbits? How many times? She looked to the bedside table and saw 3 empty boxes of condoms. If there were more, maybe they would still be going right now.

She looked at the digital alarm clock and saw that it was Monday. They started on Friday. Damn… who would have known that the giant would lose his mind once she offered the change in status?

She winced when she felt how sore her womanhood was. Fuck. He really ruined her. He just took her to Heaven and back. Who would have thought that a man could really fuck like an animal? Sure, there were breaks in between, but seriously?

She laughed a bit when she felt his body on hers. “Leaving already, darling?” She asked, her hand finding his clean cheek. “Gods, you smell so good. Who are you trying to seduce?”

The rumble of Chifeng-zun’s laughter vibrated through his chest as he planted a kiss on her cheek. “Yes, your darling needs to earn money, and I’m only trying to seduce you.” Shamelessly, he bit her neck and sucked on it, surely leaving a fresh mark on it. “Rest well today, honey. Tomorrow, we’re going shopping.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” Chifeng-zun got up and fixed his clothes after kissing her cheek once more. “I’ll be back before you know it.” He smiled at her, his dimples showing. “Just wait for your darling and I'll bring home the kachings.”

Once the man was out, Meng Yao turned to stare up at the ceiling to look back on what had happened the last few nights. She couldn’t stop herself from reaching down to touch her sore entrance. Gods… He had used his tongue, his fingers, and his cock to fill her. She had lost count of how many times she had come. All she could remember was the memories of her body getting taken over and over just as she wanted.

Surely, he was a gentle lover, but Meng Yao hadn’t needed a gentle lover during those moments. She needed and wanted a rough man who could make her feel alive. And she felt alive. Wanted. Needed. Desired.

She could still remember how his monstrous cock slowly entered her and split her open. It was a miracle that she did not tear or bleed. Then she got to experience the pounding of her life.

They would rest for a few minutes before he was on top of her and inside her once again. They would eat only to have sex as their dessert. They would shower and end it with his cock buried deep inside her once more. They even fucked in front of the mirror where she watched her pussy gape at the absence of his cock before engulfing said cock like a champ once more.

Just the thought of it had her shivering from pleasure again. Shit shit shit. That bastard Su She was so mediocre that sex seemed like a childish game compared to the rollercoaster ride Chifeng-zun had shown her.

She slowly sat up, enjoying the delicious soreness of her body. She let the blanket slide down her marked and bruised body, exposing her swollen breasts. “Gods, so you have a thing for breasts, don’t you, darling?” She mumbled before slowly getting up, using the bedside table for support since her legs were shaking violently.
She looked at her reflection on the floor-to-ceiling mirror and whistled. She looked ravished and glowing. Absolutely delectable. She felt like a goddess–glowing, gorgeous, and powerful.

She had hickeys all over her body–her neck, shoulders, breasts, thighs, and even that small pudge in her belly was not safe at all.

Now, she just has to make sure to keep her darling happy. Sooner or later, she’ll be done with this mission, and THEN she can kick that bastard Su She’s ass.

—xxx—

Nie ZongHui had known Nie MingJue ever since they were children. They were cousins after all. Being the children of the mafia meant that they were fiercely loyal to each other. He knew everything about his boss–including the part where Nie MingJue had a rebellious younger brother who decided to become a cop–Nie HuaiSang.
He walked behind Nie MingJue as they entered the building. Legally, they were a finance company that handled other huge companies. Behind all of it, they were a mafia family that handled most of the city. They used diplomacy most of the time, but they were not afraid to use violence either.

He looked at his phone when it vibrated. It was a message from Sang-er.

Tell Da-ge I’m gonna kick his ass.

ZongHui chuckled. As if that squirt could ever kick anyone’s ass. He typed a short response. Ok. He knew the response would irk the younger brother even more. “The mouse says it will kick your ass.”

MingJue chuckled at that as they got into the elevator that would take them straight to the penthouse. “Tell the mouse to come if it had the balls to follow through.”
They both knew that Nie Huaisang did NOT have the balls to follow through with his threats, but he was petty enough to do something else, like hacking into their system just so the computers would stop working for a few hours and the like.

If only he used that talent with their family, they would be a worldwide power by now.

—xxx—

Su She smiled at the woman on his lap. She was nothing but a waitress who knelt to him. She would do anything for him in exchange for some money, something Jin GuangYao would never have done, considering that she was much richer than he was.

He groped her ass and smiled. “Panties off. I wanna fuck you now. You better scream like a whore while I do so.”

—xxx—

After a whole day of rest and being pampered, Meng Yao was already feeling so much better. She wore a simple white dress that had been brought to her by the butler. Apparently, it was the dress of the lady of the house.

Surprisingly, it fitted her like a glove. The V of its neck dipped low on her chest, showing the small mounds of her breasts and the hickeys that Nie MingJue left on her. It was silky and long enough to reach her thighs, barely hiding the bite marks Nie MingJue made.

To complete the look, he pulled her hair up into a high ponytail and wore red lipstick.

She must say, she looked absolutely gorgeous. The hickeys and bite marks became a symbol of the power she held over Nie MingJue.

“You’re gorgeous…”

Chifeng-zun’s voice made her turn to face him. He stood by the open door, his tie undone and his shirt unbuttoned. His hair was now a mess, a testament to what he had handled the whole day.

“Thank you,” she answered before walking to him. “And you’re handsome.”

She tugged his tie so he could lean down to him. She had seen that servants were watching them, so she stood on the tips of her toes and gently kissed him. “Hello, darling.”

“Hello, honey,” Chifeng-zun wrapped his arm around her waist. “Did you miss me?”

“All day long.” She yelped when he easily lifted her up and then closed the door for their privacy. “It seems you missed me, too.”

“Oh, I definitely did,” he answered as he put her down in front of the mirror once more. “Hands on the mirror, honey,” he ordered and dropped to his knees behind Meng Yao.

The woman didn’t know what he was planning to do, but she obeyed. She pressed her palms on the mirror and met her own gaze. Her breath hitched when the hem of her dress was lifted to her waist, and her panties were pushed down her legs. “OH…” She let out a shaky breath.

Chifeng-zun was surely insatiable. How could he be eating her out again when for the whole weekend, he already had her? She gasped when that tongue slid into her hole once more.

She watched as the pleasure settled on her face, her jaw dropping and her eyes widening in shock. Oh. Oh, gods… That’s how she looked in pleasure? She looked like a whore. Oh, gods… She tried to look away, but she couldn’t. She was mesmerized by the sight and by the sensation of being eaten by Chifeng-zun.

Her swollen clit was caught between two fingers and rubbed violently while the man bit the flesh of her ass, making her push it closer to his face. Oh, she couldn’t help but close her eyes and press her forehead against the mirror. Too good. It was way too good.

Soon, those fingers were inside her again, massaging her sore insides, searching for that delightfully sinful ball of nerves that would make her see Heaven once more.
“D-darling…” she reached down between her thighs to touch his hand. Gods, her voice trembled from the pleasure. “Darling… feels good…”

Chifeng-zun pulled his fingers out just to pull Meng Yao down onto his lap. He parted her thighs while staring at her through the mirror. “This tiny hole took me in,” he said before pushing two fingers inside her again, making the woman scream and throw her head back in pleasure.

He cupped her breast and pinched her nipple through the fabric of her dress. “This looks good on you.” The sudden change in tone was a bit jarring, especially when he started curling his fingers again.

Meng Yao could only gasp and arch up as her sensitive insides were teased by those thick and long fingers. Her moans were muffled by his mouth and tongue. And her climax had her legs twitching violently. The sensations were both familiar and new to her. Her whole body burned with everything Chifeng-zun gave her. Gods, if she weren’t careful, she’d end up getting addicted.

He pulled back from her just to smirk before licking her lips once more. “Such a delicious snack. Shall we go on a date tonight?” When he smiled that way, he looked just like a handsome rockstar who could capture the hearts of his fans.

Meng Yao looked into his eyes and stared for a few seconds before nodding. She really has this man as her friend-with-benefits partner? What an upgrade from her ex. “Dinner right after this snack?” She teased, her thighs still vibrating from the sensations.

“Why not?” He asked, a brow raised. “Snacks and dinner are two different things. I can eat you while having dinner if that’s something you’re into, too.”

The woman just chuckled and hummed. “Help me with my panties then. I don't have extra clothes to use. And I don’t want to keep using your mom’s clothes. They’re too precious to be used by your FWB partner.”

Chifeng-zun reached for the discarded panties and shamelessly pressed them against his nose. “Then it’s time to buy you your own clothes, don’t you think?”

—xxx—

Nie Huaisang sat in his car in the underground parking at the mall, waiting for his crush, Wen Ning, to show up, when his eyes caught something. When his eyes adjusted, they cleared up and showed him Su She with a woman clinging to his arm. Despite the lack of proper lighting, he was sure that the sleazy bastard was Su She.
Su-fucking-She had a woman–not Jin GuangYao–clinging on his arm. The mediocre bastard was cheating on Jin fucking GuangYao?! The audacity?! That ugly bastard should never have been given the chance to date Jin GuangYao. Ah, he should rot in fucking hell.

He was about to get out of his car to confront the bastard when something else caught his eye. He turned his head to the right and saw, in pure shock, his brother, Nie MingJue and Jin GuangYao herself!

What shocked him even more was the sight of Nie MingJue being sweet with Jin GuangYao! How could he smile like that at her while carrying a variety of bags from expensive stores?

And then the drama.

A-Yao and Su She met each other’s eyes. The shock. The recognition. Su She had the audacity to look shocked.

He saw A-Yao ask MingJue something, and MingJue looked a bit shocked before he nodded in agreement. A-Yao gave her purse to the tall man before stomping towards Su She with a mission.

The slap was loud enough to make even Nie Huaisang hiss and cover his own cheek as if he were the one who was slapped. Su She’s head violently moved from the impact of that palm against his cheek. He grabbed it and looked at Jin GuangYao as if she had lost her mind.

It was glorious to see the short woman send a deadly kick to Su She’s groin, making every man in the vicinity grunt and protect theirs. Su She fell to his knees, hands on his abused body part, and his forehead meeting the floor as he tried to get into a curled position.

As if unsatisfied with the damage she had done, Jin GuangYao sent another kick to the fallen man. She uttered something Nie Huaisang could not hear, but he was sure it was vile and perfect.

—xxx—

Dear gods above, thank you for gifting me this powerful and sexy woman. I shall do my best to make her mine until the end of time. Nie MingJue thought while watching Meng Yao kick this stranger’s ass like he was nothing. He still held the woman’s purse (it was new since he had just bought it for her). He will need to buy her more.

Once she was done, she looked at Nie MingJue with a satisfied smile. “Do you think your men can clean this mess for me, Darling?” She dusted her hands as if she had just touched something so dirty.

“Of course, honey,” MingJue answered and nodded at ZongHui to take care of it as he wrapped her arm around her waist. “No need to worry about that anymore, honey. You have to worry about your body now that you have awakened Xiao Jue again.”

Meng Yao looked down at Xiao Jue before smirking. “Such a naughty Xiao Jue. Of course, darling. I am ready to take you and Xiao Jue on.”

—xxx—

Nie ZongHui sent the video of Meng Yao kicking a bastard’s ass to the group chat with the name Nie Babies, followed by a message.
ZongHui: The new madam is showing her fangs. I like it. Where’s your madam, Sang-er? Still just a crush?
ZongHui: Oh, yeah, you don’t have a madam. You’re stuck in the Friend Zone after all.
ZongHui: Oh, wait. You’re not even there yet. You’re still just in the Co-worker Zone. So sad.
HuaiSang: 🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕
ZongHui: How’s the weather in the Co-worker Zone? Chilly?
Huaisang: One of these days, I will shoot you several times, and I will not even feel guilty at all.
ZongHui: It must be freezing if you’re in this kind of mood. I shall send you blankets, socks, and heating packs so you can be comfortable.

—xxx—

Meng Yao moaned as she rode Nie MingJue expertly. Her hips rolled and bounced, taking his Xiao Jue deep into her body. It was a good thing Nie ZongHui managed to buy condoms immediately, considering that they were a size not usually sold in the JiangHu.

She looked down at him, her breath coming in short and fast pants, and smiled. Fuck. He looked so fucking delicious looking up at her with his huge hands on her hips. He could have easily taken over, but he was still letting her take the reins. When was the last time she was allowed to do things she wanted during sex?

When was the last time she actually enjoyed this activity? She wasn’t so sure anymore. She tightened her pussy around Chifeng-zun’s cock and had the pleasure of watching his face contort in pleasure. His moan of bliss fueled the fire within her. She put her hands on his chest and shook the hair out of her face. “Darling, you feel so good inside me.”

Chifeng-zun chuckled deeply, making Meng Yao even wetter. Gods, how could he sound so fucking sexy? How could he look, sound, and act so manly while also spoiling her like crazy?

“You should feel your insides, honey,” Chifeng-zun answered after licking his lips slowly, his eyes eating Meng Yao up. He was a predator ready to take his prey in one gulp. “You feel so good wrapped around me. I should turn you into my cock warmer.”

She laughed breathlessly. “Does that mean you’ll take me anywhere every day and I get to have your cock inside me all day?” She asked, the thought of it already making her even hornier. “Shit. That sounds so good.”

Meng Yao could imagine how delicious it would be to have that cock impale her all day long. She met his eyes and started bouncing her hips. “S-so good! Darling!” She pulled her hands off her hips and led them to her breasts. “Darling… Darling…”

She gasped and threw her head back when he caught her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. They were so sensitive. So fucking sensitive now that Chifeng-zun was giving them lots and lots of attention.

Shit, if she weren’t a cop, she would definitely enjoy having Chifeng-zun as her boyfriend. He was perfect. Absolutely gorgeous and wonderful in bed. She would enjoy having his cock deep inside her every day if she had to. She might even think about having his children.

She let out a gasp when he pulled her nipples harshly. “Ow!”

“Eyes on me, Honey,” he said possessively, his voice deep and raspy. Even his eyes seemed to glow under the moonlight that gently showered them from the open windows. “Only think of me when you’re with me.”

She swallowed hard and nodded before leaning down to gently kiss his lips. “I’m sorry, darling. I was just a bit distracted.” Her moans were swallowed by him as he slipped his tongue between her lips and into her mouth.

His tongue was inquisitive. It explored Meng Yao’s wet cavern while Chifeng-zun’s cock continued to prod and impale her. His rough and callused hands cupped her ass and used it as leverage so he could thrust up into her once in a while.

Meng Yao’s screams must have been heard by everyone in the house as she didn’t even try to hold them in any longer. Why should she care? She was having the fuckening of her life. People should know how high she’s flying just from the cock of Chifeng-zun.

—xxx—

In the Nie group chat, Nie ZongHui was giving updates to the main couple.
ZongHui: It is safe to say that if they were not using condoms, the new madam would be pregnant already.
Papa Nie: Wow, they’re really going at it like bunnies?
Papa Nie: How about you, Sang-er? Any actions lately?
Mama Nie: Do not tease my baby. You know he’s sensitive.
Huaisang: Mind your own business, Dad. Your eldest is already working hard to give you an heir. There’s no need to pull me into this.
ZongHui: What he means is that he still hasn’t talked to his crush, and it will probably take him a decade to even hold her hand.
Huaisang: Mother, father, please let me shoot that bastard. His time has come. I have to shoot him and see his brains on the floor.
Papa Nie: Is that how you talk to the person who raised you, Nie Huaisang?
ZongHui: Is that how I raised you? You forget that Madam Nie and Master Nie were too busy to even play with you.
No one replied to that message for quite some time until Nie MingJue logged in.
MingJue: If you are learning to be disrespectful in the police force, you might as well just return to the family, Nie Huaisang. Either you come home on your own, or I drag you by the hair. Choose.
Huaisang: I’m sorry, @ZongHui. I was just joking.
Mama Nie: I told you Jue-er cares more about ZongHui than us, @Papa Nie.
Papa Nie: Obviously.
Papa Nie: Are you proud of yourself, ZongHui? You raised a loyal son?
ZongHui: I raised a loyal son and a bratty son. Thank you for mixing your genes and dropping your offspring on my lap.

—xxx—

Nie ZongHui read the reports about Meng Yao. There was nothing that raised any red flags, but for some reason, his senses tingled. Something. There was something about her that didn’t sit quite right with him.

He liked her. She made MingJue happy and satisfied. Ever since the two of them came back, MingJue has been more amenable than usual.

Aside from that, MingJue has been paying more attention to the business, leading the whole company in earning more than their usual, at least 15% more! The man hasn’t been breaking bones lately either.

So it was safe to claim that Meng Yao was bringing out the best in Nie MingJue. However, ZongHui still could not shake the feeling that Meng Yao was only there to play MingJue, and ZongHui would die first before anyone could ever hurt his boys.

—xxx—

Meng Yao’s hands turned into fists as she listened to Jin GuangShan yell at her through the burner phone she used to report to him about the current situation in the mafia. It was true that even though she had managed to infiltrate the Nie mansion, she was still out of the loop. She still has a lot to know.

She was currently outside doing “shopping” on her own. She was sure there were guards following her, but she made the excuse of going to the restroom to have a few minutes to herself. She did not expect to be bombarded by demands and insults, though.

“If you have to use your body to get information from that damn bastard, do it! I don’t care how. Just send me proof that he’s a demon who has been ruining the minds of the youth in the city!”

Once the call was done, she threw the phone into the nearest bin and walked out of the restroom like nothing had happened. “Can you take me to my Darling’s office, please?” she asked the driver once she was in the car.

The driver seemed to hesitate, but nodded in the end.

Meng Yao was irritated. She needed to release the tension, or else she would be in a sour mood all day long. This was the perfect way to release tension. She just had to see Chifeng-zun. Yes, once she sees him, it’ll be fine.

—xxx—

She walked into the building confidently, letting her hair sway back and forth with every step she took. Once she was at the counter, she introduced herself and said, “I am here for Nie MingJue.”

“Do you have an appointment?” the man asked her, his brow raised.

“No, I don’t, but can you please call up to inform him of my presence?” She smiled, ignoring his judgmental look. This man was nothing compared to the sour mood she was in. If she was game to have a round of insults with her, she was ready. “Thank you.”

The man rolled his eyes and picked up the phone. He pressed a number and mumbled on the phone for a minute, his color slowly draining as the seconds ticked by. Once he was done with the call, he put the phone down. “I’m so sorry, madam. I didn’t realize–”

The elevator dinged, and out came Nie MingJue, his hair a bit mussed and his tie slightly loosened. “Honey…”

“Darling…” Meng Yao smiled and met him right in the middle, giggling when he lifted her up by the waist and kissed her lips gently. “Did I disturb you?”

“Not at all. Let’s go.” He led her back to the elevator and pressed the button to the penthouse. Once the doors were closed, he pushed her against the wall and dove into a very hungry kiss.

—xxx—

“Go have your break,” Nie Mingjue ordered his people. “Take two hours.” He watched them all walk out of the office, glancing at Meng Yao as they did so. Once the last person was gone, he cupped her face and laid a kiss on her lips. “Who upset you?”

Meng Yao's brows furrowed, but she said nothing. Instead, she pulled back from him and started pulling the hem of her pencil skirt up her thighs slowly. “I feel itchy inside,” she met his eyes as she slowly wiggled out of her sexy red panties (something he chose and bought for her).

“And you have come to have it scratched?” He asked with a smirk, his Xiao Jue already in attention. He sat on the couch, pulling his cock out for Meng Yao. “The condoms are–”

“Don't worry about that,” Meng Yao cut him off as she straddled his lap. “It's safe today. And if not, I can always take the morning after pill.” She took his hand and put it over her breast. “Now, fill me up, darling. Fill me as if you want to impregnate me.” She was just so fucking horny and angry at this point to care about those.

Nie MingJue had always thought that he was smart, but here he was, letting Xiao Jue take over. He reached down to touch Meng Yao and groaned at how fucking wet she was. She was almost dripping. Fuck.

Xiao Jue slid in easily, making both of them groan and moan at the extra heat and friction they shared. Shit. Doing it raw was indeed the best. Without the separation from the condom, they could feel each other.

Meng Yao's insides gripped him tightly as they spasmed and massaged him. “Gods… so good…” she whispered, her eyes closed and her body pliant. “You're so good inside me, Darling.”

MingJue licked his lips and touched her clit with his thumb, making her tremble some more. “So fucking sensitive, honey. It makes me want to make you cry on my fucking cock.” He lifted her hips up slowly, watching his cock slide out of her. “Look how wet you've made my cock. It's like you have a river inside you. You're so fucking wet.” He looked at her gaping hole. “Look at how much your pussy is gaping without my cock.”

“Shhhh…” Meng Yao hushed as she cupped MingJue’s cheeks. “Less talk. More action.” Her scream of pleasure was surely loud enough to be heard outside when MingJue suddenly slammed her down his cock.

“Like this?” MingJue asked while bouncing Meng Yao on his cock. Hard. Fast. Deep. Who cared if she was screaming like a cheerleader? Who would dare question him and her for this activity? Her pussy was so fucking wet and hot. It deserved to be painted with his cum. Her womb deserved to be filled with his semen.

He had enough mind to push her blouse up and not tear it like a beast. He pushed her bra up, too, and captured her nipple. Delicious. She's so fucking delicious. He pulled it with his teeth and incited a gasp from the woman, along with the sudden spasms that came with her climax.

He pulled back and watched her ride her climax out–her lips parted, eyes closed, and face full of pleasure. Goddess. She was really a goddess. She deserved to be worshipped and loved beyond imagination.

Once she had stopped shaking, he started moving once more. This time, he took his time. He moved slowly but deeply. He watched her throw her head back in pleasure as she held on to him for dear life.

He will have to find out who spoiled her fun. He wasn't sure whether to thank that person or not yet. For now, he had to make sure she's satisfied.

—xxx—

His employees were just returning when Nie Mingjue noticed the red panties on the floor. He hurriedly picked them up and put them in his pockets. He chuckled and looked at Meng Yao who was napping on the couch.

He had used his jacket to cover her up. "Do forgive my girlfriend. She got tired from shopping.”

He ignored the knowing looks his people gave him.

—xxx—

Meng Yao woke up from her nap feeling deliciously sore and wonderful. She realized her head was propped on Chifeng-zun's lap while he was doing some work on his tablet. She reached down between her thighs and realized she was still naked and… wet.

“ I didn't have time to clean you up. I'm so sorry.”

Meng Yao looked up at his handsome face and smiled at him. Shit. He really was handsome. Anyone would be lucky to have him. "It's fine. I understand.” She sat up and realized that at least her blouse and bra were intact. "My panties?”

"They're my payment for scratching your itch.”

Meng Yao's face heated up at that. So shameless! She smacked his thigh before standing up and making sure she at least looked a bit decent. It felt breezy down there but what could she do? She had no panties!

Chifeng-run chuckled, pulled out her panties from his pocket, and used them to wipe his forehead before pressing them against his nose and giving a loud sniff. "Damn, you smell so good.”

Meng Yoo had to press her thighs together because of how her pussy throbbed when she saw that. "You're such a pervert.”

Chifeng-zun simply smirked. "This pervert can scratch your itch again.”

"Let's do it at home then.”

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Nie MingJue hummed as he lay on his bed with Meng Yao's warm and naked body on top of him. She was still so soft and fragrant even after all the activities they did the whole night. Her breaths were soft and shallow.

The passionate night ended with a soft love making session that involved watching Meng Yao slowly move on top of him like a succubus ready to suck all of his life source while he held her hips, guiding her, helping her reach the peak slowly but surely. Gods, the massage of her inner muscles around his cock and the movements of her hips were enough to keep him feral, but the power behind her eyes as she looked down at him kept him from taking her like a beast.

In bed, he was nothing but a mortal to her power as a goddess. She took him over and over beyond pleasure until he couldn't do anything but spill his seed inside her. He had lost count of the number of times he filled her with his cum.

He chuckled. The memory alone heated his body easily. His manhood would stand on attention whenever he thought about her. He had found someone who matched his freak in bed. She was small but terrible indeed, never fragile at all. She knew how to drive a man mad. She knew how to use her eyes, body, and hands to drive a man to the peak of pleasure.

He looked down at her peaceful and beautiful face, his hand sliding down her back which was now marked with kiss and bite marks. He really had to do something about his control when he touched her. He could never stop himself from marking her as his whenever they were in bed.

He let his mind wander just a little while gently rubbing A-Yao's back. He thought about how she looked when he fucked her on the desk of his office and filled her with his semen, the heat of their bodies still mingling and burning together. How would she look when she got drunk on his cock, unable to speak and think?

How would she look when her belly started becoming bigger as their child grew inside her.

He paused.

Where did that thought come from? He wasn't sure. He didn't know. But then he continued the thought. Who cared about its source? The reality is that the thought itself was good so he continued imagining.

Yeah, she would look so good with his child growing inside her, her belly rounded as she waddled around the house demanding for things she craved. She would look like a goddess with their child growing inside her, waiting to be welcomed into their world.

She would look delicious with a child feeding from her breast as greedily as it could. His heart trembled at the thought of her and their children welcoming him into the house whenever he came home.

Now, how should he persuade her to move from being friends-with-benefits to real lovers? How could he make it seem like it was her idea in the first place? What should he do to make sure that she becomes his--body, mind, heart, and soul?

She shifted a little and buried her face against his neck even more as she wrapped her arms and legs around him. She mumbled his name and went back to sleep, unbothered that her naked body was basically begging to be taken by Nie MingJue again.

He just chuckled and cupped her ass as he waited for her to wake up. “Wake up so I can take you again, my love.”

—xxx—

Meng Yao knew that what she was doing was wrong. At this point, she still hasn't gotten any useful information about Chifeng-zun and his family aside from the information about their address. That, in itself, was already important, but it was not enough. Not enough at all. Especially when there was no evidence that anything illegal was going on inside the mansion.

It was quite funny how they were literally hiding in plain sight. The mansion was in a community surrounded by other houses and mansions. It was not even in an exclusive village. There was even a nearby elementary school.

She stretched her body while staring at the view outside Chifeng-zun's bedroom. The garden offered a variety of flowers and plants where bees and butterflies could lounge around. Romantic people would surely lose their minds if they had seen it. At night, it was a magical place to behold, something she enjoyed whenever Chifeng-zun took her by the window with her breasts and face pressed against the glass. Gods, he loved doing that, as if to make her think about sex every time she saw flowers. He enjoyed taking her from the back while pressing her against the window.

Fuck, that made her wet again. Her pussy clenched at the phantom cock that pumped inside her. He, Chifeng-zun, had been fucking her almost every night that it felt a bit weird not to have him inside her in the morning. Sometimes, she wanted to shove a toy as big as he was inside her just so she wouldn't miss his cock during the day. But knowing Nie MingJie, he would get jealous of the toy and just fuck her silly even more.

She shook her head and forced her train of thought to get back on track. At this rate, she would be thinking more about sex rather than work. Was she becoming addicted to sex with Nie MingJue? Was she addicted to the dick of the sex itself? She looked down at her womanhood and asked, “are you just hungry for cock?”

She sighed and sat down on the windowsill, letting the fresh air caress her face. It wasn't too hot or cold so she opened the windows wider. The skies offered a beautiful view with fluffy clouds adorning its blues.

It was also quite smart for Chifeng-zun and his family that it seemed like they didn't do any business in the house. Even the number of security personnel here was limited--two by the gate and five who did rounds every hour. The number of helpers was also limited. It was indeed a smart move to separate the home from the business.

She needed information about the whole family or else she would get in trouble with her father and their department again. But how? She was in a friends-with-benefits relationship with Nie MingJue, but that was it. She had tried to look around his bedroom and the house for any useful information, but she found nothing.

If anything, she only found proof that Nie MingJue was a good son and person. He had several scholars in different cities and universities. He also helped numerous charities that focused on orphans and the needy.

Without the mafia aspect of his life, he would be a philanthropist. Yeah, he would be a real-life Tony Stark (A-Yao's favorite superhero) who sent kids to school. Maybe he could make a metal suit too? Damn, Nie MingJue would look good in an Ironman suit.

Unless all of those wonderful things were just a cover for the illegal activities he did? If they were just covers for the illegal activities, it would suck big time. That would be incredibly disappointing.

She filled her lungs with air and slowly let it out once more. She smiled and waved at the gardener who waved at and greeted her. Yes, somehow, she had created a relationship with the people in the house too. That was something she did not expect or plan for, but here she was, loving the family that she had to infiltrate.

She sighed again and got up to stretch her back once more. Now, what should she do for the day to make Nie MingJue's day even better?

—xxx—
“What makes you think that she's a cop?” Nie MingJue asked his men, his eyes burning on them. He wanted to be more open with his people so he knew that he had to listen to them about this, about A-Yao, a civilian who he welcomed into the family without permission from anyone.

He had to listen. After all, he was a leader. Not a boss.

The men looked at each other nervously before looking at Nie ZongHui (probably for some extra support) then at Nie MingJue. Both of them had been working for the family for quite some time, and they have built the trust that MingJue and ZongHui have for them. They were still in the security department, but that was only because they enjoyed working there.

“Go on,” Nie MingJue pushed some more. He wanted to hear their reasoning. He was not a perfect man, but he thought of himself as a man who knew how to judge others, and he didn't see Meng Yao as a traitor or a cop, for that matter. It wasn't like he was underestimating her, it was just that he saw her as someone honest with a spine of steel. The police force was not exactly a place for honest people who had spines of steel (in his opinion). “I won't get angry. You know me.”

“Well, sir,” the first man finally got the courage to speak. He took a step forward like a child ready to give his report to the class. He was a big man of about 6 feet and some 90 kgs of pure muscle. “We once saw her talking on the phone when we were at the mall. The phone was a burner phone that she immediately broke and threw away after her call. She looked upset after the call.”

That was indeed suspicious. Why would Meng Yao need a burner phone when she had her own phone? Why would she get upset after the call? What did she hear? What was told to her? Who did she talk to?

MingJue nodded in deep thought. He would need to investigate further. How should he do that without offending Meng Yao and putting their relationship at risk. “I'll look into it. Anything else?”

The other man spoke. This one was also a big man of over six feet, 95 kgs, and his skin was the color of copper. “The man she beat up at the mall was a cop, sir.” He paused as if listening to a drum roll. “He was her ex-boyfriend.”

MingJue nodded once more. It wasn't like he was shocked by the revelation. “I figured he would be her ex-boyfriend. She wouldn't have beat him up like that if he was just a random man. I didn't know he was a cop.” That made him a little bit uncomfortable. He tried to remember if she shared that information with him.

“We did more digging into the man,” the first man spoke once more. He looked a bit more confident this time. “We found out that he was connected to Jin GuangShan, the man who had been targeting us for quite some time. He's notorious for wanting to end our operations. Jin GuangShan is not exactly clean as a cop, but he is very ambitious.”

MingJue took a deep breath in, thinking about Meng Yao who was waiting for him at home. Warm, wet, and pliant. If she were a cop, what would he do? Was he letting his attraction to her put his family at risk? Was he making a big mistake?

Of course, his men were making a great point. If Meng Yao's ex was a cop who was connected to Jin GuangShan, there was also a possibility that Meng Yao had some connections with the police force, at least.

Before he could even think about it further, his phone rang shortly. He looked at the screen, and he saw that he received a message from her. His heart clenched and jumped at the words. He didn't even realize that he smiled.

‘Sorry to bother you, darling, but could you ask any of you female workers to buy me some sanitary pads or tampons? My cramps are so bad I can barely stand. I'm really sorry to bother. Thank you so much. Love lots, darling. Mwah!’ - Meng Yao

MingJue raised a brow at the words, but he immediately stood up. He had a woman who didn't hesitate to ask him for things like this--not just jewels or expensive bags. He had someone who trusted him enough to share these normal things that others would have found weird and silly.

Who would have thought that someone would ask him to buy them sanitary napkins and complete their message with a “mwah!”.

“Let's continue this tomorrow. My girlfriend needs me.” He ignored the looks his men and ZongHui exchanged. Meng Yao was in pain so he must go and help her. He put his phone in his pocket after sending a reply to Meng Yao. “Don't forget to finish the work, ZongHui.”

—xxx—
Meng Yao squirmed in bed, the pain in her belly rising as the time went by. This was what she hated about being a woman. Her period didn't come regularly. There were times when she would not have them for months (she loved those months) but when they came, they came with a vengeance, blood, and pain. Just like right now. It was like her insides were pounding her with jackhammers.

She was sure she had bled through the pantyliner, her panties, and her shorts, but she didn't care. She was in too much pain to care about her clothes. Hopefully, she didn't bleed through the beddings though. She wouldn't want Chifeng-zun to be disgusted with her.

Gods, she hated men who got disgusted with periods and anything connected to them. Periods were a normal thing! It was not like she wanted to bleed out of her pussy! It wasn't as if she begged the gods to create a Niagara Falls of Pain and Blood in her body!

She remembered Su She and his barely-hidden disgust whenever he saw blood on some of her clothes. He didn't outright say anything bad to her or about her period, but he would do his best not to touch any of her bloodied clothes and fabrics.

She huffed and shook her head to stop herself from thinking about her cheater ex-boyfriend. To hell with him. She hoped he burned in Hell with the ladies he cheated on her with.

“I'm here,” Chifeng-zun announced softly as he walked into the bedroom with bags full of stuff. His voice was soft despite his imposing size and so were his footsteps. He put the bags on the floor before turning around to look at Meng Yao.

Meng Yao sat on her heels, trying not to bleed on the bed. That action released several jellyfish out of the container, making her wince. Shit. Niagara Falls of Pain is on point again. Why did she have to be born a female?

“What are those?” She nodded at the bags he brought, trying to distract herself from the discomfort she was feeling. “Why are there so many?”

Chifeng-zun looked at her sheepishly as he shrugged. His cheeks were a bit pinkish, giving him an almost innocent look. “Well, there were many options and I wasn't sure which one you would like to have. I also didn't want to disturb you in case you were sleeping so I grabbed two of each just in case.” He tilted his head and blinked at her. “Why are you kneeling on the bed?”

Meng Yao shrugged, imitating his prior action, before smiling at him. “I didn't want to bleed on the bed. I have already most likely bled through my clothes. I don't want to ruin the sheets.” She tilted her head to the side. “You… you bought those? But… you didn't have to. I thought you would send a female worker to buy these things for me.”

He chuckled and shrugged. “My girlfriend needs sanitary products so I bought the sanitary products. There is no need to ask anybody else to buy it.”

Her heart thumped at that. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Her heart was falling for this man. She was sure of it. She wasn't sure how to feel about it just yet. So far, she just wanted to enjoy it.

The huge and kind man walked to her like a knight in shining armor and easily lifted her up princess-style. “You can bleed anywhere you want,” he told her as he brought her to the bathroom.

A lock of his black hair fell over his forehead and Meng Yao itched to push it away. He looked handsome most of the time, but he was extra handsome while doing this. He was a general, ready to face a battalion of enemies to defend Meng Tao's name and dignity.

“You don't have to worry too much about that. We have washing machines for that reason.” He smiled at her then pressed his lips against her temple. “When sheets or clothes get dirty, we wash them. If they can't get cleaned, then we throw them away or turn them into something else like rags and the like.”

Meng Yao blinked when she was put down on the sink. “You say that, but right now, I feel like jellyfish are coming out of my pussy. My clothes are surely bloodied now.” She wanted to see if he would get disgusted by it or not. Maybe he wouldn't be as perfect as she thought. Maybe he would be just like those assholes who got disgusted by a little bit of period blood.

“And that's fine,” Chifeng-zun answered with a smile as he gently tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. His hands were rough, yet his touches were as soft as cotton and silk combined.

Gods, he was so tender and gentle with her. Her heart clenched too hard in her chest. She wasn't sure if she could handle all the gentleness he was giving her. Not when she knew it would end sooner or later. Once the mission is done, they'll have to return to their respective lives.

“You didn't have pads, of course, that would happen. It's okay. Let me help you clean up so you can eat, take your pain meds, and then sleep through the day.”

Meng Yao bit her lower lip as she watched the man fill the tub with warm water and scents (hallelujah for men who know how to take care of their ladies). Oh, gods… It would hurt so fucking bad when the shit hits the fan. He would surely hate her. He would regret the day they met and curse her for the audacity of being with him. She would be lucky if he killed her quickly. What if he tortured her first? What if he did something worse to her because of the betrayal?

She wanted this. She wanted him. She enjoyed him and his attention. Gods, couldn't she just have him instead? Couldn't she have had him before all this? After this, she would return to her life with no lover, no status, and nothing else. That would be worse than returning lifeless. Gods, the thought itself was already making her dizzy.

Once Chifeng-zun was satisfied with the temperature and level of the water, he nodded and went back to the room to get the products he had bought. “So… Which one would you like to use?” He asked as he pulled out the products one by one. “I saw ones with wings and others that are like… super long. I also saw things called tampons. So I took those too.”

Meng Yao giggled a bit. She could imagine this huge man grabbing different period products from the shelves with the most confused look on his face. She was sure people had looked at him weirdly, too. She wished she had witnessed it. “I want that purple one with the super long size and wings, please.”

Chifeng-zun nodded, read the brand, and opened it. His eyes widened upon seeing little packets inside. “That is noted. I'll know what to buy next time. Are two packs enough for the whole cycle?”

“Most likely not,” Meng Yao answered as she got down from the sink, wincing when the pain in her belly intensified. She thankfully looked at Chifeng-zun when he helped her straighten up. Another wince was made when she saw the blood in her shorts. “Sorry…”

“Don't mind it, honey,” the tall and handsome man helped her out of her clothes, not even showing a bit of disgust from the blood on her undies and shorts. Instead, he looked a bit worried for her. “You'll be fine.”

Meng Yao sniffled, tears teased her eyes at the thought of this man being so good to her, and here she was, being a mole. Gods, she was gonna be in deep shit when he found out that she was a cop. No, worse, she will hate herself a lot for betraying this wonderful man.

The man looked up at her in shock. “Hey, why are you crying?!” He asked, immediately getting on his feet to cup her face. Worry was painted all over his face, and Meng Yao could not think of any word that could describe the feeling she had in her chest. “Are you in a lot of pain? Is it really bad?”

Meng Yao shook her head and laughed as she wiped her tears away before looking up at Chifeng-zun… Nie MingJue. She looked up at Nie MingJue and wrapped her arms around his neck before standing on her toes to gently peck his lips, ignoring the fact that blood had dribbled down her thighs and legs now that her panties and shorts weren't there to prevent that. “Gods, you're too sweet for me, Da-ge.”

His gulp did not escape her eyes. She saw how his adam's apple bobbed just because she called him ‘Da-ge’. She couldn't help but smile as she teased his throat with her lips and teeth.

“Da-ge…” she repeated even more sweetly. The power in her veins surged upon the knowledge that she had this kind of effect on such a powerful man. “I'm gonna get into the tub now.”

She got into the tub and slowly sank into the water, letting it submerge her body up to her neck, not even caring about the blood anymore. She let out a sigh of relief before looking up at Nie MingJue once more, her smile teasing, especially when she saw the tent in his pants. The man really got horny for her despite being on her period? That was crazy.

MingJue ran his tongue over his lips before shaking his head and picking up her discarded clothes. He folded them, not caring much about the blood on the fabrics. Seriously, who thought badly about those? He folded them and put them in the laundry basket.

Meng Yao couldn't help herself from licking her lips as she watched him remove his clothes one by one. She watched his shirt get pulled over his head and his pants slide down his hips, thighs, and legs. She let out an audible moan when he bent down to pick up his pants from the floor. He was just way too sexy not to be appreciated.

MingJue turned his head to look at her over his shoulders. His smirk was obvious and teasing. “You like what you see, Honey?” He straightened up and turned around to make some bodybuilder poses for her, grinning when she cheered and clapped.

“Wow… I'm so lucky to have my own entertainer.” She looked down at the tent in his boxers and licked her lips. Gods, he really was a big man. “What do you say about a round of sex in the tub, darling? That is… if you're not icky about some blood, of course.”

MingJue chuckled and raised a brow at her. “Honey, a little bit of blood does not deter me.” He wiggled out of his boxers and put them into the laundry basket before walking to the tub, unashamed of his nakedness. “If you want me, then you can have me anytime. Anywhere. I'll give you everything you want.”

Meng Yao licked her lips at the sight of his throbbing manhood. She couldn't believe that she had been taking that huge thing inside her almost every day. She knelt in the tub and put her hands on his hips to guide him closer to her so she could tease his manhood with her lips. She looked up at him and gently took the head into her mouth, her tongue teasing the tip of his cock.

MingJue groaned and put his hand on her head gently. Her mouth was so hot and moist around his cock. “Careful, honey,” he said and swallowed hard. He guided her head as she slowly moved it up and down, taking him in deeper with every bounce of her head.

Meng Yao kept her eyes on MingJue's face, enjoying the pleasured look on that handsome face. She hummed and used her hands and nails to massage the part of his cock that she couldn't take in her mouth. She enjoyed how the veins on his neck became even more prominent as time passed by.

She pulled back with a pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips and his cock. Even that was so lewd for her. She had never given head to anyone but Nie MingJue. “You're so big, Da-ge…” She wrapped her hands around that throbbing cock and used her saliva as a lubricant, loving how wanton the squelching sounds were. “I can't believe I always have this inside me. It's almost as big as my forearm.”

MingJue smiled down at her, his eyes dark and his hands huge against her cheeks. “You're a champ, A-Yao…” he pushed the strands of hair out of her face as gently as he could. “You always take me inside you, and you like it, don't you?”

“I love it…” She answered and took his cock into her mouth once more. She closed her eyes and focused on pleasuring her lover. Yes, her lover. Hers. Nie MingJue was hers, no matter what.

“I love your mouth, A-Yao.”

‘I love you’ was the only thing that registered in her mind, and it made her moan out loud, sending vibrations down his manhood. She barely had enough time to prepare her throat for the sudden flood of his juices. She swallowed as much as she could before pulling back and showing him her empty mouth.

“A-Yao…” He got into the tub, sat down, and pulled her onto his lap, making her straddle him. In this position, she realized how huge their size difference was. “Do you know that you drive me crazy?”

She just laughed a bit and kissed his cheek gently. Of course, she knew. She had eyes, didn't she? “Maybe I do…” she answered mischievously, a smirk adorning her lips. “Is that a problem, Mr. Nie?”

MingJue cupped the back of Meng Yao's neck and pulled her for a kiss that seared both of their bodies and souls. Their tongues danced in a music that they have memorized over the days that they were together. Their tongues moved over each other like dancers waltzing.

Their hands touched and reached for skin that begged to be touched. Their bodies moved to accommodate each other, firing each other up like bonfires and fireworks. Soon, MingJue was inside A-Yao, moving and pumping inside her.

—xxx—

Six months.

Meng Yao lived among the Unclean Realm people for six months. In those six months, she was one of them. She worked in the office of Unclean Realm, handling the legal aspects of the business. She worked with MingJue and his people.

People knew her as Young Madam Nie instead of Meng Yao. She had also met the patriarch and matriarch of the family (that had taken almost 20 years off of her life span). They were good people who welcomed her into their arms, making her fall in love with them, but she also realized how deeply she was going in this farce.

She was falling in love, not just with Nie MingJue, but with his people too. It was too dangerous for her heart, and she knew the risks when she took the mission. When shit hits the fan, she'll be on Ground Zero.

She shall cross the bridge when she gets there. For now, she wanted to enjoy this moment of peace. If Nie Mingjue finds her out, she'll just have to accept any punishment he gives her.

—xxx—

“What's taking so long?” Jin GuangShan asked his illegitimate daughter, impatient and annoyed. It has been almost 2 years since he sent his daughter to infiltrate the mafia, yet she hasn't returned with any useful information just yet. Not even a picture of Chifeng-zun?! That was the most important part of this mission--to get a picture of the infamous Chifeng-zun.

Something smelled fishy, and he didn't like it.

Jin GuangYao was one of the smartest people Jin GuangShan knew, and it hurt his pride to admit that, considering that his legitimate son was mediocre at best. Why would he give a bastard child his name otherwise? Even if Madam Jin had forced him to take responsibility for the children he made outside of their marriage, it still didn't make sense why he would give Meng Yao–or any of his illegitimate children–his family name if he knew they wouldn't be of any use to him at some point. Meng Yao got his family name and one of the syllables of his given name, because he thought she was incredibly smart and useful. She had shown a lot of potential.

“I'm doing my best,” Meng Yao answered through the burner phone she was using. She was in a restroom cubicle in a mall, sitting on a closed lid of a toilet. She knew how impatient her father could be, but this was ridiculous. Yes, she had been in the organization for two years, but that didn't mean that she had managed to infiltrate deep enough to be trusted fully by the family or by Chifeng-zun himself. “It's not easy to get the fruits that you want. They are not yet in season.”

It was a sentence that hid the real message. The real message was: It's difficult to get the information you want. They are not yet available. It was something she came up with in case somebody eavesdropped on their conversations. It was just an additional layer of security.

“Well, your best is NOT enough!” Jin GuangShan yelled, making Meng Yao distance her phone from her ear. At this rate, even if she used secret codes, people would hear his voice. “I don't care about what you have to do! I don't care if you have to fuck your way up! If you have to get yourself pregnant with Chifeng-zun's child, then so be it! I want information! And soon!”

Meng Yao signed and rolled her eyes. Talk about misogyny. So much for secret codes. If all men were like her sperm donor, the world would be doomed. She was lucky that the man she fell in love with was at least decent--or more decent than her sperm donor.

Someone flushed the toilet next to her cubicle, followed by the shutting of the door.

“I'll do my best to give the fruits to you, but you have to be patient,” she huffed and chewed on her lower lip, already thinking of a way to give herself some time. Her sigh was full of exhaustion. Talking to her sperm donor really took a lot of energy. She constantly wondered why Mama Jin would marry such a trash man. That wonderful woman deserved so much more than just Jin GuangYao and his toxic ass. Mama Jin deserved to have a man who knew how to work properly without taking the credit for other people's hard work.

Once the call ended, Meng Yao signed and rubbed her face with her palms. Christ, it was tiring. Why was she doing all this for a man who didn't even want her? Why was she going through Hell and Purgatory just to please a man who impregnated her mother and ditched them remorselessly?

She wanted to make Mama Jin proud. Mama Jin was the only reason she was doing this. She wanted to be the woman Mama Jin wanted her to be, and this mission was her way of making Mama Jin proud.

—xxx—

Meng Yao slowly opened the door of Nie MingJue's office and looked in after knocking. She didn't have to knock since the secretary already told her that Nie MingJue was alone, but she still did it to show her respect for the man and his craft. “Darling, are you busy?” She asked when she saw him behind his desk, his eyes on his laptop.

Gods, he really looked like a god from this point of view. His eyes carried wisdom that she would never understand, his lips were pursed into a straight line, and his brows furrowed just a bit, further adding to the power he held on his broad shoulders. His hair was a bit mussed, probably because he had been running his fingers through them.

He lifted his dark eyes to look at her, but there was no warmth in them. It was as if he was angry at something or someone.

A shiver ran down her spine at that gaze. If this was how he looked at his enemies, she wouldn't wonder why they would rather die than face his wrath. He and his gaze were deadly. They seemed to skin you alive.

“Is everything alright?” She asked as she slowly walked into the office and locked the door behind her. She took her time walking towards him, letting him have time to process her presence. Her instincts tingled, but she tilted her head, wanting to know what ticked her boyfriend off.

After a few seconds or so, MingJue sighed and leaned back on his swivel chair–the chair creaking a bit–before opening his arms for her. “Not really,” he answered, and finally smiled when she got into his arms. He sniffed her and let out a long sigh. “I missed you way too much.”

He pressed his face against her neck when she straddled his lap and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He pulled her waist closer to him before looking up at her face. He looked so young like this, like a child wanting to get something from their parents. “Where have you been?”

Meng Yao bit her lower lip and cupped MingJue's cheeks before gently pressing her lips against his. Gods, it felt so right to kiss him like that. “Shopping, my darling. I wanted to buy new lingerie.”

MingJue raised a brow as he pulled back and looked at Meng Yao up and down before running his tongue over his lips (How can anyone be so sexy like this?!). “Does that mean that…” One button of Meng Yao's blouse got undone by his thick fingers. “I am in for a surprise tonight?”

Meng Yao smiled seductively. She wiggled her brows at him as she pushed her breasts at him. Sometimes, she wished he had bigger boobs, but these were enough for now. “Continue what you're doing, and you're in for a surprise in a few seconds.”

The man chuckled breathlessly and undid another button, his brow rising when the red lace of her bra welcomed his eyes. Indeed, he was surprised. His hands trembled a bit but they stayed where they were, not unbuttoning the next one just yet.

She had chosen a pair of lingerie that enhanced her breasts. They didn't exactly hide her nipples so they were obvious under the lace, but that was the point. She wanted him to see her nipples and areolas through the bra. She smiled when she felt his cock harden under her ass. “Cat got your tongue, Chifeng-zun?” she asked, purring his nickname like a delicious chocolate on her tongue. “Come on… There's more.”

Nie MingJue swallowed before carrying Meng Yao to the couch where it would be safer to do some exercises. He wouldn't want to mess up his desk and his important papers. “I hope you locked the door, honey, because I am going to enjoy you and your new lingerie to ease my mood.”

Meng Yao giggled and put her arms over her head, making her blouse hike up over her belly. She had a feeling that she had been gaining weight lately, but she was still sexy so she didn't mind it.

Apparently, Nie MingJue didn't mind either. If anything, he looked way too enthusiastic about the slight pouch on her belly. He rained kiss and bite marks all over it as if he could not have enough of it. He also made sure to show a lot of love towards her thighs that have become a bit jiggly lately. Fuck, he was making her fall in love with him again, because she had known met who would have made her feel bad about gaining a bit of weight. She knew people who would have started saying unnecessary stuff about her body the moment they realized she was having some fat around her waist and thighs.

“You look so goddamn delicious, did you know that?” Nie MingJue asked as he finally pushed Meng Yao's skirt up to her hips to behold the red panties that did nothing to cover her fat and juicy pussy. It was basically transparent. His breathing was so ragged people would think he had run a marathon instead of just staring at his girlfriend's pussy (something he had seen, touched, eaten, and fucked for at least a thousand times already). “All these sexy things in front of me and I can do anything I want?”

Meng Yao just chuckled breathlessly and bit her lower lip as she looked up at him and threw her leg over the back of the couch so her pussy could open up like a clam for him, her clit shamelessly pressing against her panties. How could he be so powerful and still be shocked that Meng Yao belonged to him in every way possible? “Everything you want, my love… It's all yours. I'm all yours.”

And Nie MingJue dove in. He captured Meng Yao's clit through the fabric of her panties and sucked on it like a child hungry for milk. His tongue and teeth attacked it like it was the enemy sent to bring his towers to the ground. His hands tightened around her thighs when she spasmed and tried to close them around his head.

Meng Yao covered her mouth with her hands to hold her sounds in, knowing that she could be incredibly loud whenever Nie MingJue touched and fucked her. She was half sure that everyone in the building knew that the CEO fucked his girlfriend in his office everytime she came to visit, but no one said anything. But seriously, who could blame her when Nie MingJue used magic and muscle to bring her to the peak of pleasure? Who could blame her when Nie MingJue was just so good at his craft?

His tongue did wonders to her clit and pussy lips despite the panties that covered her womanhood. All she could do was close her eyes and moan like a slut against her hands. There was an itch between her thighs that only he could scratch. Only he could tame the flames of passion that burned in her gut.

When he pushed her panties aside, she knew that her hole was next. She was right. His tongue pushed into her hole and her whole body jerked from the pleasure of it all. Her inner walls were teased by that huge tongue that knew where it should touch and what part it should tease. Only God knew how much Meng Yao was addicted to that tongue.

She reached down with one of her hands to grab onto his hair and hold onto it for life. She was flying, and she wasn't sure how high she would go if he continued tongue-fucking her like that. Her left leg was thrown over Nie Mingjue's shoulder and he easily parted her labia so he could go deeper inside her. He tasted every inch of her inner muscles as if he was starving for her.

As if that wasn't enough, he let go of her thighs just so he could reach her breasts and pinch her nipples, making her throw her head back and let out a strangled gasp as she arched her back. This was the level of greed they talked about in the Bible. Oh, shit. It was too much even for her. The heat in her belly started to pool and boil over.

“A-almost, Da-ge!” She used both hands to hold onto his hair and pulled at it as hard as she could when he used his thumb to play with her clit while his tongue continued to curl and roll inside her pussy. Fireworks exploded in her head as her whole body burned for the man who continued to eat her.

The climax was strong enough to rattle Meng Yao's body, heart, and soul. She spasmed and held on to her sanity as much as she could, but before she could get down from her high, before she could even catch her breath, his cock had penetrated her inner walls once more. Her nails dug into his arms, but that only seemed to fire him up some more.

“You're so tight around me, A-Yao…” Nie MingJue grunted as he watched his cock go deeper in her pussy. His eyes had gone so dark, they were almost black. He still had his clothes on--his shirt was lifted to his chest and his pants and boxers were just lowered to free his cock. “So fucking wet and tight. It makes me wanna pump you full with my cum.”

Meng Yao met Nie MingJue's eyes and cupped his cheeks gently as she smiled. “Who's stopping you?” She asked as she wrapped her legs around his waist, making him go even deeper inside her. Her breath hitched a bit when his cock touched a sensitive part inside her, but she still smiled at him. “I'm yours. Do whatever you want, my love.”

“Fuck, Meng Yao…” He growled and took her lips as his hips thrust hard enough to make the couch move. His kisses were hard, almost desperate. He used his tongue, lips, and teeth to show who she belonged to, and she could do nothing, but to hold onto his shoulders as his cock continued to take her.

Every thrust made her see white. Every pull, her muscles constricted as if not wanting to let him go. With their movements, she climbed up the peak of pleasure. She held onto him and whimpered. “My love… inside… inside… come inside me.”

Nie MingJue grunted and quickened his pace, thrusting even harder inside his girlfriend. “Then take it all in.” He lifted her hips and slammed into her over and over until he spilled his seed inside her, but instead of pulling out immediately, he folded her like a pretzel, and said, “we need to make sure it catches, don't you think, love?”

Meng Yao whimpered, but she nodded. “A baby… with you…?” She nodded again, her cheeks reddening at the thought, but she also knew it would be difficult, considering the abnormalities of her period. “I like it.”

—xxx—

She knew it was bound to happen one way or another, but she didn't expect it to come so fast. Just a few days ago, she was in this same office bouncing on Nie MingJue's cock, taking in every drop of semen he pumped into her. Just this morning, she had Nie MingJue's cock inside her, thrusting into her like no tomorrow. After that, the two of them snuggled in bed, not caring about what awaited them for the day.

Now, she faced her fate.

She stood in Nie MingJue's office and listened to the report given by Nie ZongHui about her betrayal. The man spoke clearly and matter-of-factly. All his sentences were full of facts.

“She was indeed born as Meng Yao, one of Jin GuangShan's numerous illegitimate children, only a few months younger than Jin ZiXuan, Jin GuangShan's only legal heir. When Madam Jin found out about her, she forced Mr. Jin to take in Meng Yao and changed her name to Jin GuangYao.” Nie ZongHui read off the report with a calm voice and calmer heart. “She got into the police academy as Jin GuangYao and finished at the top of her class.”

Meng Yao remained standing, horrified and shocked, but also waiting for the punishment that would come to her. Weirdly enough, she was not scared for her life. Not even a bit. But she was scared of what Nie MingJue would do or think about her. She worried more about how he would see her after all this.

Her eyes remained on the man who had stolen her heart (she could admit that now. She was in love with Nie MingJue. She loved him more than she expected and more than she ever thought she was able to), willing him to look at her. Please, look at me. But he didn't.

He just continued to listen to Nie ZongHui as if he was merely listening to a report about buying a new car or something. His eyes were calm and so was his face, but his knuckles were pale on the desk. Every sentence ZongHui uttered, he nodded in understanding and acceptance.

Madam Nie and Papa Nie, as he was called by everyone in the family, sat on the couch while listening to the reports, their disappointed eyes boring on Meng Yao. They didn't need to use their words. Everything was painted all over their faces. They each had a mug of coffee in their hands, something they sipped on while listening.

Both of them looked way too calm for people who had just found out that the lady they thought would be their son's wife was a mole.

Once the report was done, the silence hung in the air heavily. It was as if they were waiting for the first person to break the silence. They watched each other. Madam Nie and Master Nie watched Nie MingJue and Meng Yao… ah… Jin GuangYao. Jin GuangYao watched Nie MingJue.

Nie MingJue stood up from his swivel chair, making Meng Yao flinch a bit. Was he going to shoot her? Would he slap her and hurt her until she utters everything she knew about the police force and the information she might have given to them? If he would kill her, she wished he'd make it swift at least. Or better yet, she wished he would stop looking like she had stabbed him.

A huge part of her assured her that Nie MingJue would never hurt her. Not physically, at least. But she knew. One way or another, she was gonna get hurt. She had already hurt him, and that was worse than getting stabbed.

She was gonna end up licking a few wounds that no money or medicine could ever heal. The pain that she caused him and herself was enough to shatter them easily. She watched him walk around his desk, look her in the eyes for a few seconds, and then go to his parents.

“I take responsibility for this, Madam and Boss,” he said, his voice thick and deep, as he took a deep bow to his parents. His whole body somehow seemed to have shrunk in the past hour. His proud stature seemed to tremble just a bit. “I exposed the family to the police force and jeopardised our whole operation. I let affection blind me from everything that was happening in front of me. I will step down from my position if I have to.”

Meng Yao flinched at that, as if she had been slapped right across the face. Why? Why would he have to step down just because of her? It was his birthright to lead his family! It wasn't like she managed to give her father any useful information anyway!

It was her fault. It wasn't his. He was the victim here! He only fell for her cunning words and actions. Why was she panicking? She wasn't supposed to be panicking for him. She was supposed to panic about her.

She stepped forward to speak, but Nie ZongHui stopped her. His gaze was enough as a warning. This was not something she could butt herself in.

The older Nie stared at his son, regarding him with his dark eyes. For a few minutes, the older man stayed quiet as if he was weighing in everything in front of him. Then, he looked at Meng Yao as if reading her quietly, his eyes showing nothing but his wisdom. Finally, he spoke. “ZongHui, since you raised this man, you shall be the one to whip him. One whip for every day he let Jin GuangYao in the inner circle.”

“No!” Meng Yao gasped and stepped towards the older man, ready to kneel for the man she had fallen in love with. “I… Please, no!” That would kill him! More than 6 months of being in the inner circle…

“You are lucky that we are letting you out of this building alive, Miss Jin,” Master Nie spoke calmly as he leaned back. Gone was the friendly air he had when he first met Jin GuangYao. What replaced it was a man who could kill her without a thought. “And that is only because we know you didn't manage to get any useful information from us or about us. You may have our pictures and the address of the house and this building, but at least my son still used his upper head enough not to bring you to any of our other headquarters.”

He looked at his son once more. He let out a sigh and shooed him away. “Go, Nie MingJue. I don't want to see your face right now. I am disappointed in you.”

Nie MingJue, like an obedient child, turned around and walked out of the office without even looking at Meng Yao. His back remained straight but even that seemed to make him vulnerable.

Meng Yao couldn't help but chase him and grab his arm. Why did it hurt her so much to see him like this? Gods, she just… She wanted to go back in time and enjoy every day and minute he spent with this man who showed her how to be loved. “MingJue, can you at least let me explain?”

Finally, he looked at her. Gods, she wished he had just looked at her with hatred instead of the look of devastation painted all over his face right that moment. “Explain what, Jin GuangYao?” He asked. There was no hint of anger there. Instead, it was full of pain and betrayal.

That was worse than she had expected.

“Just… go. Go home. Report to your boss and live your life.” With that, Nie MingJue pulled his arm away from Jin GuangYao's hold and walked away without looking back.

—xxx—

Jin GuangYao managed to catch herself before she could fall on to the floor after Jin GuangShan backhanded her. It hurt her face a lot, but it was as if she had gone numb. She just sighed, straightened up, and looked at her sperm donor once more.

Seriously, why was she so hungry for his approval? He was nothing. Without the money of his parents and the power of his wife's family, he wouldn't be in this position at all. He was not smart or eloquent. Everything good about Meng Yao was taken from her mother who worked hard to provide for her daughter until her death.

Her cheek stung a lot, and she knew it would swell in the next few hours. She used that pain to focus on the man who was throwing a major tantrum in front of her. She really was a magnet for childlike men who didn't know how to regulate their emotions and their behaviors. Well, except for one. Nie MingJue was a man who handled his emotions quite well.

“Do you think I am dumb?!” Jin GuangShan asked, throwing his glass ashtray at her head. His anger rose even more when she dodged it, making the ashtray explode to a thousand pieces when it connected to the wall behind her. “DO YOU REALLY THINK THAT I WOULD BELIEVE YOU, HUH? WHY? WHY WOULD THEY LET YOU LIVE IF THEY CAUGHT YOU, HUH?! IF THEY REALLY CAUGHT YOU, WHY DIDN'T THEY KILL YOU?”

Jin GuangYao kept her mouth shut, knowing that nothing would ever calm this greedy man at all. If she spoke, it would just lengthen this litany. SHe knew that no matter what explanation she gave, he would never believe her. After all, for him, she was just good for prostitution like her mother.

She would just let him abuse her verbally until he got tired then she could just go home and rest. She just continued to wonder why Madam Jin would marry a man like this. He was nothing but a loser who stole credit and didn't even work hard to improve. He was a man who was satisfied with just being a leech.

She was feeling nauseous already. Her head felt like it was spinning out of orbit and her stomach did somersaults. Her whole being begged for Nie MingJue, but she knew that was not possible anymore. Not after what she had done.

—xxx—

She sat in her quiet apartment, feeling cold and incredibly alone. She had just finished getting rid of all of Su She's clothes and other things. Now, the whole apartment looked and felt so much lighter and wider.

She was surprised that no one looked for the bastard. Not even his family. Oh, well… Not her fault at this point. In reality, even she didn't know where he was. She hoped MingJue and his men buried him well enough so no one would ever find his rotten body. May the bastard burn in Hell too. The fucker had the audacity to cheat on her when she lowered her standards for him?

Without a word, she lay back on the bed and hugged herself. No tears came, but she could feel the huge emptiness in her chest. Not for Su She, but for Nie MingJue. Her cheek throbbed, but it was nothing compared to the pain in her heart. Who would have thought that betraying the man you loved would hurt this much? She didn't know what was worse--knowing that Nie MingJue was getting punished because of her or the fact that he didn't even get angry at her.

The emptiness in her chest spread like a wildfire. This was the kind of pain that she didn't know how to handle. She had no experience in this level of heartache. It was so painful it left her breathless. She knew how to handle stab wounds, burns, and maybe even gunshot wounds. But not this. This was too much for her. It felt like everything inside her burned in a torturous way.

The knocks on her door distracted her from going deeper in her depressive episode. With a frown, she got up and went to check who it was. Color her surprised when she saw that it was Madam Jin and her siblings. They looked at her with concern painted all over their faces.

“Mom…” Mortified by the tears that flowed, she tried to step away from them, but she was wrapped in warm arms instead. The warmth engulfed her body, but not the emptiness inside her. “Mommy…”

Madam Jin tightened her hold around her daughter–yes, Jin GuangYao may not have come from her body, but she came from her heart– and gently rubbed her back. She had seen her cheek and she swore to make sure Jin GuangShan would pay for putting his filthy hands on her child. “Hush, baby. I'm gonna kick his ass for slapping you like that. That asshole really doesn't know his place.”

Jin ZiXuan, Qin Su (Jin GuangShan's daughter with one of their business partner's wife and raised by the Qin family), Jin XuanYu (formerly Mo XuanYu), and Jin Yang (formerly Xue Yang) all walked into the apartment, carrying their gifts to their sister. They didn't say anything, not when A-Yao was sobbing against Mama Jin’s shoulder.

They all knew how it felt to be in this level of low. The heartache was enough to send even the strongest men to their knees. They helped in the best way they could help.

Jin ZiXuan picked up the mess on the floor to make sure that his sister would have a clean place to break down to. Qin Su and Jin XuanYu went to the kitchen to cook A-Yao's heart foods to make sure she doesn't starve herself during this time. Jin Yang sat on the couch and watched his stepmother and half sister. The only way he could help was by killing their sperm donor, but he was sure Mom would whack him in the head if he said that.

A-Yao held onto the mother who welcomed her into her family and cried it all out. It was as if her heart had gone missing. Why did it hurt so much? It was just too much. Way too much. She was the one who hurt Nie MingJue so she had no right to cry like this. She was sure Nie MingJue was in much worse pain than her because of her betrayal.

“Cry it out, baby,” Madam Jin whispered while gently running her hand down A-Yao's back, sighing because she knew how much it meant for her daughter. She had become A-Yao's mother ever since her biological mother had died. “It's okay. Your mama is here with you. Cry it all out.”

And that was what she did. She cried out as much as she could, the pain in her heart squeezing all the pain out through the tears.

—xxx—

Nie MingJue winced every time the end of the whip landed on his back. The pain kept him awake and tough. The physical pain kept the emotional pain at bay. How many has it been? He had lost count.

His arms were bound over his head so ZongHui could whip his back with no obstruction. It wasn't like he would run away. It just made things easier for everyone involved.

He shouldn't be thinking about Meng Yao when he was here being whipped because of her, and yet, here he was, thinking of her and how she made his life considerably better than it was before. He wanted to know if she managed to get home safe and sound. He wanted to know if what they had was all fake. Was he nothing but a means to an end?

She betrayed him and yet he loved her still, something that he had realized when the betrayal came to light. He didn't know if everything they went through was real or just a product of his imagination.

Which was worse?

He had no tears to release. He just accepted every pain given to him by Nie ZongHui who looked like he was in more pain than Nie MingJue. Every strike ZongHui made, ZongHui closed his eyes. He looked like a father forced to hurt his son. In a way, he was. He was hurting the child he grew up with, the man who had become his child and brother in one.

Finally, the leather was dropped to the floor. ZongHui walked to MingJue and undid the ropes.

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Jin GuangYao groaned while gripping her belly. She was on the floor of her bathroom, face almost buried in the toilet bowl as she continued to dry gag. Dry gagging was the only thing she could do now since she had already puked everything in her stomach. It was empty. It felt like her stomach was doing somersaults.

For the past few days, she had been getting sicker and sicker as if it was her punishment for betraying Nie MingJue. A few days after returning from her mission, she filed for a resignation, citing burn out as her cause. In a way, it was true. She was burnt out from all the work, and she also didn't want to continue working with her father anymore.

That sexist, narcissist, and idiotic bastard could go to hell if he wanted. May God smite his sorry ass where he stood. No, better yet, may Madam Jin dump his sorry, bitter ass, and kick him out of the house so the family can finally let go of the useless trash. The fucker was the bad luck of the family.

She whimpered from the pain and crawled to the sink to rinse her mouth of the bitterness that spread there. It was too much. The pain and the bitterness were making her dizzy. Gods, she missed Nie MingJue and his caring nature. His hugs and kisses would probably help her ease this feeling of sickness and emptiness in her chest. If he were here, she was sure, he would hold her close and make her feel better.

The cold water calmed her down a little so she opened her medicine cabinet to get a pill that would help her dizziness when she accidentally saw the pregnancy test kits she bought when she was still with Su She.

She reached for one, but then paused. No… It would be impossible, right? It could not be. It wasn't like everyone who puked was automatically pregnant. It wasn't like she had all the symptoms of a pregnant woman.

Like, sure, Nie MingJue creampied her several times (read: A LOT OF TIMES), but that didn't mean that she was pregnant, right? After all, she did not have a normal cycle. Even the doctors told her that it would be difficult for her to get pregnant. They even told her that she would probably need a lot of help from specialists just to get pregnant.

She grabbed one of the kits. Now, she would not be able to calm down without finding out the result. She might as well eliminate this aspect of her anxiety. She cannot be heartbroken and anxious about a possible pregnancy too. It would take a few minutes to prove that she was NOT pregnant at all.

—xxx—

“Stop grinning like that,” Jin GuangYao smacked Wen Qing's arm while they were sitting on the long couch with Qin Su calmly sipping her tea on her other side. She had to admit that she was too scared to face this reality on her own so she just called her sister and her best friend. She might as well have her people around her when she found out the result because she was scared. She didn't know how she would react to whatever was waiting for her.

“How could I not when I know that you let that mountain of a man hump you enough to have this pregnancy scare!” Wen Qing laughed before taking a deep swig of the red wine in her glass. “And don't even lie and tell me that this is about Su She and his inferior sperm. I know for a fact that no matter how many times he creampied you, you would not get pregnant because his sperm were too scared to get close to your eggs. So tell me, is that mountain as big as I imagine him to be?”

Qin Su chuckled and sipped her wine as she looked at her sister too, curious. In the years that they have known each other as sisters, she knew A-Yao was not the kind of person who would just let anyone touch her after her long relationship with that idiot Su She. “Come on, I am also curious about this mountain man you're talking about. Is he big? Does he have a huge dick? Does he know how to use it?”

A-Yao looked at her sister with the I-expected-better-from-you look. She thought Qin Su would at least be more logical than Wen Qing, but here she was, asking the same questions as her best friend. What was wrong with the people she surrounded herself with? They were all so interested in her sex life.

Qin Su shrugged and laughed. It wasn't a secret that she didn't like Su She for A-Yao at all. That man was too much of a commoner to deserve A-Yao. No matter how good or kind he made himself to be. “What? You can't blame me. After that disappointment you called your long-term boyfriend, I am curious about your rebound.” She pulled her feet onto the couch and hugged them so she could prop her cheek on her knees. “Please, tell me, he's at least more handsome than Su She.”

“He is NOT my rebound,” A-Yao denied before sighing, her cheeks reddening at the thought of MingJue's handsome face. Of course, MingJue was so much more handsome than Su She. She shook her head and picked up the kit that they had covered with a tissue. “Come on. Maybe it's time to see the result. I'm sure it's negative, but–”

Two red lines. Those lines screamed and taunted her. They laughed at her face.

“Ah, shit,” A-Yao's hands trembled around the kit, willing it to tell her something otherwise. Pregnant. She was pregnant with Nie MingJue's child. Her hand landed on her slightly rounded belly. She wasn't just gaining weight. She was growing a child inside her. Hers and Nie MingJue's child. What she thought of as belly fat was actually their child.

Tears ran down her cheeks as her lower lip wobbled. She covered her lips with her hands as her heart clenched hard from the combination of guilt and joy of having a part of MingJue growing within her. Guilt clenched at her throat for not even knowing that she carried such a fragile treasure inside her and Joy slithered in for the fact that she had a part of MingJue inside her. Would he accept her and their child? Or would he hate her? What would happen to her and her child?

Qin Su and Wen Qing wrapped their arms around A-Yao and held her close as she cried, her shoulder shaking from all the feelings she was letting out. They looked at each other, wanting to be better at comforting their sister and friend, but they knew that this moment was for Jin GuangYao alone. It was her cross to bear, and they were only there to support her.

—xxx—

Nie MingJue laid face down on the bed, the pain on his back burning him from the outside. He was sure he was running a fever too, but he was too weak to move or speak. He had no right to complain. This was the bare minimum he could do after putting his family at risk like that. He deserved to be buried or burned at the very least, so he knew that he got off easy.

Especially since he still missed Meng Yao–no, Jin GuangYao–like crazy. He missed her scent, her touch, and her voice. He wanted her to be around him even if she didn't touch him. His heart yearned for her. He needed her. He prayed and wished for her safety and her love.

But she just used him. She only saw him as a weak link to get information about his family and share it with the police. She didn't need him as much as he needed her. Most likely, she didn't want him either.

That reality hurt more than the welts and wounds he had on his body. Was there any cure for this kind of pain? If not, would he die from it?

—xxx—

“Damn, you look like shit,” Nie Huaisang, Nie MingJue's younger brother, said through the laptop. They were on a video call while the younger man was preparing his dinner and Nie MingJue was still in bed. He was the stark opposite of his older brother, especially about height and weight. Their similarities ended with their last names. “What, did you suddenly stop being Nie ZongHui's favorite son just because you fell in love with Jin GuangYao? Did he really whip you just because Dad told him to? He didn't even defend you?”

Nie MingJue groaned. Leave it to Nie Huaisang to spout nonsense about the most random things. His brother loved bickering with Nie ZongHui, but in the end, he still saw the other man as their third parent. “You know her. Jin GuangYao. Did you know she was gonna infiltrate the family?” With a lot of pain, he raised his head from his pillow to look at his younger brother. “Were you aware she was coming to me?”

“Duh, I was the one who gave the police force vague details about you and the family. I should have made a bet with ZongHui-ge that you'd fall heads-over-heels in love with her, but that would have blown her cover.” HuaiSang put the chicken in the hot oil and watched the bubbles rise.

The older brother stared at the younger for a minute, processing the information he just got. “You mean you were aware that she was gonna put her life on the line just to get some information in our family and you let her?!” There was an itch under his chest, something he realized was anger towards his beloved younger brother (not that anyone would ever hear him admit it EVER).

Nie Huaisang grabbed a knife and an apple to slice and hummed. “Wow, you're really down bad for her if you're getting angry about that fact and not about the fact that I knowingly let somebody into the family without informing you or ZongHui-ge.”

“Nie HuaiSang, you are pissing me off.” Ignoring the pain that shot through his back, Nie MingJue turned his whole body so he could see his younger brother clearly. At this point, he already forgot about his headache or the pain that burned on his back. He just wanted to interrogate his brother more. “You know her personally?”

“Yes, I do,” Huaisang answered with a smile while slicing his apples thinly. There was soft music playing in his background. His kitchen was brightly lit as he continued to work while talking to his brother. This was his down time of the day–preparing dinner and baking some random desserts that he'd give away to his colleagues the next day. “She resigned from her post after she came back coz her dad is a bastard who did not appreciate the fact that she got nothing from you guys after almost two years of being undercover.”

“She got plenty of information,” MingJue’s brows nearly met in the middle when he heard that. Sure, she didn't get much, but he was sure she got plenty enough. “My picture would have been enough to send her a couple steps over her current position. What are you talking about?”

Huaisang paused his hands so he could look at his brother and smirk. “Oh, brother, you don't know her father. He is a bastard through and through. Even if she came home with all the information you could possibly give her, he wouldn't have promoted her. Did you know that he welcomed her with a back hand?”

That was enough to make Nie MingJue sit up and glare at his younger brother. Did he hear that right? Somebody dared touch his A-Yao? “What did you just say?”

“You don't know her father,” Huaisang repeated while lining his apple slices on top of his pie. Of course, he knew what his brother wanted to hear, but where is the fun in letting MingJue get what he wanted immediately? Besides, seeing his Da-ge like this for his friend made his shipping fanboy heart happy.

“Not that one!” MingJue growled angrily. He was half sure that Huaisang was messing with him. It was annoying when his younger brother was being such a brat.

“Oh, that he's a bastard through and through?” Huaisang chuckled, knowing that a little more of this and his brother would easily explode. It would have been fun to record his reaction and show it to A-Yao. He was sure she'll love seeing MingJue like this.

“Nie Huaisang, I swear to God, I am going to break your legs next time I see you.” MingJue growled once more, then thought better. “You know what? I can just go burn your fancy fans. I bet that would make you–”

“NOOOO!!!” Huaisang slammed the knife on the chopping board. “Try to touch my fans and I'll make sure you never ever EVER see Jin GuangYao ever again!”

“Then you better repeat what you said about that backhand before I lose my head and burn all your bloody fans here! You know I can and I will do it, Nie Huaisang!”

“Gods, ZongHui, how did you raise these buffoons?” Madam Nie asked as she, Nie ZongHui, and Papa Nie walked into MingJue's bedroom. She wore a simple white shirt and black slacks, her feet bare. She even let her silver-and-black hair flow down her back. “One decides to go against his parents and goes to become a cop, and the other one gets conned by a cop. Did you fail, ZongHui, or did our genes fail?”

ZongHui huffed and rolled his eyes. Leave it to Madam Nie to further irk her children. “It's mostly your genes’ fault at this point. I did my best to raise them, considering that I am only a few months older than MingJue.” He looked at Nie Huaisang through the screen. “Now, you two, what are you fighting about again?”

“He said something and he doesn't wanna repeat it,” MingJue mumbled before falling back on the bed, his face buried on the pillow. He knew that with ZongHui here now, there was no point in fighting with Huaisang.

“He said he's gonna burn my fans. If he burns my fans, I will leak every file I have on the family and watch shit hit the fan like a tornado.” Huaisang sounded whiny as he picked up his knife and licked it again. “Not my fault that he fumbled Jin GuangYao. And here is a fact, Nie MingJue. Jin GuangShan backhanded Jin GuangYao when she arrived with no useful information at all.”

Nie MingJue's blood pressure spiked upon hearing that. He raised his head from the pillow and glared at his brother. How dare that bastard lay a hand on A-Yao? Someone will get punished for that. If his parents weren't present, he would have grabbed his trusted pistol and walked to find the bastard who hurt A-Yao. “Send me information about that bastard.”

“And what are you gonna do?” Madam Nie asked as she sat beside her first-born and gently put her hand on his shoulder, an area free from welts. She felt bad about the punishment he got, but she knew he deserved it. A leader like him had to face consequences for his recklessness. That way, he'll know how to care for the family more. “Are you gonna kill that man and put her and the family in more heat? Have you really lost your head for a traitor, Nie MingJue?”

MingJue dropped his face back onto the pillow and groaned. His mother had a point, but that didn't mean that he didn't care about A-Yao. Of course, he didn't want to put his family at risk, but somebody hurt his… not his. She was never his.

“Can't really call her a traitor if she didn't spill any info, can you?” Nie Huaisang raised a brow at his mother as he ate a slice of his apple. He loved his mother,but sometimes, she annoyed him just by existing. “Besides, mother, don't act as if you didn't like how she managed to take your barbaric son. She still saved Da-ge's life, and acted well as a future Madam Nie.”

Zonghui quietly chuckled at the fact that Huaisang called MingJue “barbaric”, and the older brother didn't even react. It was most likely because Huaisang defended Jin GuangYao. Tsk. MingJue was such a simp.

Madam Nie raised a brow, too. Geez… her sons were being so cute with their stances about Jin GuangYao. And look at how tough her little Huaisang looked. “Well, saving Nie MingJue's life also means that she saved you from taking a position in the family business. I guess I can see how you could be thankful to her.”

“Oh, absolutely. But just know that if anything happens to Da-ge, I will surely follow him to the Underworld before you guys can even make me take the position. You can give the position to Nie ZongHui instead since he was basically the one who raised your sons in the first place. He surely knows more about running the family business than I will ever know. Can you even call yourself our mom right now?”

ZongHui winced at the exchange, but knew not to step in. He loved this family a lot but they were troublesome when they were like this. They were just a family full of strong-headed bulls. Huaisang may be the softest of the four, but he had the sharpest tongue which often led him to more troubles.

Madam Nie's face softened, but her eyes remained sharp on her son. “Look, I understand your shenanigans, Huaisang, but–”

“No, you don't!” Huaisang put his apple pie into the oven a little too roughly and looked at his mother through the computer again. His cheeks were red and his eyes were sharp, a mirror of the temper that was boiling within his mother's heart. “You and Mr. Nie were too busy with the family business to even know what was going on inside your REAL family. You automatically assumed Da-ge would take over the position and I would be next in line. You didn't even want me to be a cop.”

“Are we still talking about Jin GuangYao?” Papa Nie asked ZongHui, his voice barely a whisper. Like ZongHui, he knew never to step in when his wife and younger son were in this kind of spat. Those two were deadly.

“Nah, this is beyond digging up the past. They'll be spitting out old hurts and wounds soon. Better shut your mouth.”

“We didn't want you to be a cop because it's such a dangerous job!” Madam Nie hissed at her son. Sometimes, she just wanted to strangle him. He was always more difficult to handle than his Da-ge. MingJue was always the easier child. “We could not protect you!”

“I need no protection! I have the brains and the heart for this job! I found my place here! And now, you call my friend a traitor when she didn't even show Da-ge’s pictures to her father! She could have given her father Chifeng-zun’s pictures, but she didn't!” Huaisang's voice was whipping back and forth at this point, his temper flaring up.

Nie ZongHui whistled under his breath. “Where is this attitude whenever his crush, Wen Ning, is around?” He whispered to Papa Nie. This level of bravado from Nie Huaisang would surely tickle her feminine side. “Surely, she would enjoy such a macho version of Nie Huaisang.”

“Obviously, hiding. I do agree with what you just said. If he showed her this part of him, she might give him a chance,” the older man whispered back, trying hard not to laugh because he knew he'd get shot if he did. Looking at his family, he realized several things.

Nie MingJue may be the biggest and harshest of them all when it came to physical strength, but he was the softest when it came to emotions and words. He felt all his emotions deeply, which also meant that he could be hurt easily.
Nie Huaisang had a spine made of iron. He could fight anyone anywhere, and come out the victor without breaking a sweat.
His wife was incredibly sexy, but she becomes even sexier when she goes head-to-head with their children.

“Do you think we can still have another child?” Papa Nie asked ZongHui, his lips already curved in a playful smile. He could already imagine the process--his wife being incredibly active during the whole ordeal. He remembered that his darling wife looked great as a pregnant woman who kicked their enemies’ asses like it was just a normal Tuesday.

Nie ZongHui took a deep breath in and slowly released it. Why was he surrounded by horny people? That was another thing this family had in common. They were all horny. Now, he wondered why he did not have anyone to share his time and love with. “With all due respect, sir, Madam Nie is not exactly in her best health to carry another child. Plus you guys did not even raise the two sons you already have. You want me to raise another child? No, thank you.”

Madam Nie smacked Nie MingJue's back, making her older son hiss and arch his back in pain. She knew she hit him too hard, but it was too late to process it. “Sorry, your Didi was annoying me.” She couldn't hide the laughter in her voice. Sure, she was guilty, but his reaction just made her chuckle. Such a cutie despite his size.

Nie MingJue looked at his mother in shock. Her laughter didn't escape his ears. He knew she was having fun. “Seriously? Can you all get out of my room now, please?” He was not feeling hospitable at all. If anything, he wanted to kick them all out of his bedroom as soon as possible. Both figuratively and literally.

—xxx—

Confirmed. Jin GuangYao was 3 months pregnant, and the baby was quite big compared to others its age. The doctor explained that it was quite normal considering that the mother was also in tiptop shape and health. On top of that, Jin GuangYao was not shocked considering the paternity of the child.

“What's the plan?” Wen Qing asked Jin GuangYao while they were eating ice cream in her apartment. She had chocolate, Qin Su had strawberry, and Jin GuangYao had vanilla. They were all cuddled in bed with A-Yao in the middle. The thick blanket covered their legs from the cold.

“Should I tell him?” A-Yao asked before putting a scoop of ice cream in her mouth. She had just finished a three-hour long crying jag. She wasn't even sure what she was crying about. “If I tell him, would he accept me and the baby? Would he get angry and shoot me?”

“If he doesn't accept you, then it'll be his loss,” Qin Su answered, her mouth full with strawberry ice cream. She reached for A-Yao’s tub and scooped some. “If he shoots you, again, it will be his loss. Just know that Mama Jin and the family have your back. Don't expect anything from our sperm donor though. That deplorable man can rot in hell for all I care. He should not and shall never be able to come near Baby Chubchub. Besides, Baby Chubchub already has two beautiful aunties to love them.”

“You've already decided to call my baby Chubchub, huh?” A-Yao giggled and sat up, this time, smiling from the gratitude she felt for these women in her life. How lucky could she get? She got lucky with the friends and family who chose her. “Chubchub, do you agree? Do you agree that you have two gorgeous aunties and that we'll be fine?”

Wen Qing wrapped her arms around A-Yao and gently rubbed her belly. She knew that A-Yao needed them now more than ever. “Yeah, Chubchub, you have to be healthy and good so that if your Papa doesn't accept you, you can kick his ass!” She chuckled and easily kissed A-Yao's cheek.

A-Yao smacked Wen Qing's arm and laughed. “Whether or not the father accepts me is not really very important.” She smiled wistfully and sighed while rubbing her belly. “Right, Chubchub? As long as I have you, we will be fine, right?”

—xxx—

Jin GuangYao stared at Nie MingJue's number on her phone. She knew that he had all the right to know about the miracle that they have created, but she was still scared. She was scared of the possible consequences of this. There was the fear of rejection, but there was also the fear of acceptance.

What if Nie MingJue accepted Chubchub, but not A-Yao? What if he told her that he would want to take Chubchub away from her? Would she be able to handle that? Would she be able to fight against him?

She touched her belly gently. No matter what happened, she had to try. For Chubchub, she must face her fears.

—xxx—

Jin GuangYao sat in the waiting room of the Nie building, not really sure if Nie MingJue would even face her after all that had happened. She wore a white shirt and black slacks, completed with a pair of white running shoes that was more comfortable than her usual shoes.

Her heart raced in her chest and her palms sweated, but she simply wiped them on her slacks. There was no point of being afraid anymore. She could do this. She was a brave and smart woman who knew how to think on her feet.

The employees who knew her greeted her warmly and still called her Young Madam, giving her the idea that the main family probably didn't tell their people about the truth just yet. Why didn't they tell everyone about her to warn them not to deal with her?

Her eyes widened when Madam Nie walked into the waiting room, her aura pumped of prowess and confidence. She stood up immediately, expecting to be slapped or maybe degraded (Gods, she had been watching too many dramas lately). Her hand gently touched her belly as if to protect Chubchub from any incoming dangers.

“The boss is waiting for you,” Madam Nie informed her, her eyes scanning Jin GuangYao from head to toe. Her face was that of an unamused statue. Gone was her friendly and funny demeanor from a few months ago when they first met. What replaced it was a cold woman who wanted nothing from Jin GuangYao. “Are you wearing any recording devices or whatever?”

“No, ma'am,” Jin GuangYao replied before opening her bag, ready to show its contents to the older woman. She was ready to be stripsearched if that was asked or demanded of her. She never even thought about bringing anything other than her phone and wallet. “I–”

“You don't have to show me your bag, Miss Jin.” Madam Nie turned around, her hair following her movements as if it had its own life. Her back was as straight as the pillars of the building they were in. “Please follow me.”

The walk to the elevator and to Nie MingJue's office was long and quiet, both women keeping to their own spaces. Neither of them wanted to start a conversation; Jin GuangYao was too embarrassed and Madam Nie was too prideful to start.

Nie MingJue stood up as the door opened, his eyes on Jin GuangYao. He stood with his shoulders and back straight, as rigid as they could go. His face showed no emotions. And his hands remained behind him. “Miss Jin…”

“Mr. Nie…” Jin GuangYao answered. She waited for Madam Nie to leave the office, but the older woman just went to take a seat on the couch as if not wanting to leave them alone. She even picked up a magazine to keep herself busy. “I…”

“Please, take a seat, Ms. Jin,” he waved his hand to the visitor's chair as he sat down. He looked at his mother and shook his head a bit. “Madam Nie shall be here to listen to anything that you may want to tell me.”

Jin GuangYao expected something along those lines, but she expected Nie ZongHui to be there, not THE Madam Nie. This was a hundred times scarier than any horror movies she had ever watched. She cleared her throat and sat down on the visitor's chair, her hands turning into fists on her lap.

“Is there anything you would like to tell me?” He asked, his voice cold. His eyes remained straight and emotionless. He looked handsome with his hair brushed up and his jaw being so sharp. But underneath it, he looked tired. There were dark bags under his eyes. His cheeks seemed to have sunken a bit since the last time they have seen each other.

“Ah…” Jin GuangYao took a deep breath in and slowly let it out. There was no time to appreciate the father of her child. It was better to just rip the bandaid off. “I am pregnant. If you don't want anything to do with it, that's fine. I just wanted you to know, because I don't want to steal that–”

“What's that?” Nie MingJue raised his hands to stop her from speaking so fast. She didn't even realize she was speaking so fast. For the first time since Jin GuangYao walked into his office, emotions surfaced on his face. “Please, tell me again what you just said.”

“I am pregnant,” Jin GuangYao repeated slowly and calmly. She took a deep breath in and let it out once more. She met his eyes directly. For some reason, she felt calm at that moment. “As I was saying…”

“I'm sorry,” Nie MingJue said quietly, his hands trembling on the desk. He lifted them to his mouth as if the words he was going to say next burned his lips. “I… I should have been more careful. I…”

“Why are you apologizing?” A-Yao asked, her voice soft. Acceptance was easy when she knew how good Nie MingJue was as a person. There was no reason for her to feel any negativity towards him considering how kind he was to her despite the revelations. She would have accepted anything he gave her--anger, hate, curses--because she knew she deserved them. “It's okay if you don't want me or the baby. I'll–”

“I would like to take responsibility,” Nie MingJue cut her off, his voice full of conviction. His eyes bore on her skull. His lips were still pursed, but everything she needed to know was written on his handsome face. He was serious. “I want to be present in their life, if that is okay with you. I don't want to be an absent father. I am better than that.”

Jin GuangYao paused and stared at Nie MingJue, her eyes full of guilt. Her heart was even heavier than before. Now, here she was, forcing this beautiful man into this situation. “I'm so sorry that you got pulled into this situation, Mr. Nie. I'm sure this was not part of your plan as the boss of a huge gang. I know the consequences of bringing this child into the world. This child…” she rubbed her belly softly, her eyes landing on her slightly rounded belly. She didn't see how his eyes softened when he looked at her belly. “I will raise them as best as I can.”

“And I would like to help.” Nie MingJue offered his hand to Jin GuangYao, but he changed his mind and closed them into fists. He kept his eyes on her face. “Please, let me help in any way I can. I want my child… our child to grow well.”

The woman stared back at him before she nodded. “Then I would appreciate your help, Mr. Nie. Again,” she got up and offered her hand for a handshake. It was the only thing she could offer at that moment. “I am so sorry for this…”

The man stood up and took her hand to shake it gently. Surely, the electricity that ran through their palms was normal? It didn't mean anything at all. It was just a normal reaction of two previous lovers who were now pulled into a situation involving a child. “No, I apologize… I'm sure this will affect you much more than it will affect me.”

“How are we sure that this is MingJue's child?”

Madam Nie's voice was sharp enough to make both Jin GuangYao and Nie MingJue look at her with wide eyes. She was still sitting on the couch with a magazine on her lap, her eyes on them. “Sorry to break this… dramatic scene… but I just want to know how we can be sure that this… child… belongs to my son.”

Nie MingJue opened his mouth to defend Jin GuangYao, but A-Yao answered calmly.

“Madam, you know how possessive your son can be. Besides, with how many times he made love to me to the point of making me limp, do you really think I had the time or the energy to do it with somebody else?” She whistled and shook her head, not sure if she was proud or disappointed. “Wow… you overestimate me, Madam.”

Madam Nie opened her mouth to retaliate, but Jin GuangYao had turned to Nie MingJue.

“As I said, I'm so sorry, but I will not stop you from doing whatever it is you want to do. If, in the future, you get married and have other children, please, make sure that my Chubchub will not get hurt. Thank you so much for meeting me.”

Nie MingJue and Madam Nie watched Jin GuangYao walk out of the office after basically burning the older woman. Her head was held high as she walked with her back straight, not even giving a backward glance.

“She's feisty,” Madam Nie mumbled, but she had a small smile as if she was proud. She pulled out her phone and sent a message to a group chat named PARENTALS.

Mama Nie: We are having a grandchild named Chubchub! I'm gonna be a grandma!
Papa Nie: From which son?
ZongHui: Only Nie MingJue has had sex. Nie Huaisang is still stuck in the co-worker zone. Of course, MingJue will give you your first grandchild and I'm sure it is with A-Yao.
Papa Nie: ZongHui, for the love of God, you really have to control your mouth around Huaisang. He will shoot you one of these days.
ZongHui: At least I have a grandchild now! I'm gonna go shopping for clothes!
Mama Nie: I'm coming with you. I can't have you becoming the favorite grandparent too.

—xxx—

Jin XuanYu sucked on his lollipop while staring at the huge man outside his Yao-jiejie's apartment. Yep. He was huge. Sure, Yuyu was short, but he was not short enough to look like a child next to a normal man. His Xuan-ge was normal in terms of height, and he was only a head and a half taller than Yuyu. Yuyu's face only reached about half of the man's body. That was crazy.

Even Song Lan, the tallest man (and most handsome) Yuyu knew, was not as tall as this man. It was like standing against a mountain. A giant. Godzilla? Maybe even King Kong. No, this man was too handsome to be King Kong.

“Jiejie!” He called out after pulling out the huge red lollipop out of his mouth, leaving his lips with a red stain. The sweetness of the lollipop exploded further in his mouth. He would have to buy more of this next time. No, he would have to ask his older brother instead. Why spend his own money when Xuan-gege would happily buy anything he wanted? “There is a giant at the door! Do I let him in?”

“What?” Jin GuangYao stuck her head out of the bathroom, her wet hair dripping and a towel covering her nakedness. At first, her brows were furrowed, but they separated immediately. She blinked when she saw the giant outside her home. “Oh… Yes, please, didi. Let him in. Give him something to drink while you wait.” She hurriedly went back to the bathroom to finish showering.

“Come on in, Mr…” Yuyu tilted his head to the side, waiting for the man to help him out. There was no point in guessing the name. Looking at the man, it was quite easy to assume that he worked for the darker side of society. Somewhere blood and death were common, but for some reason, Yuyu wasn't afraid. After all, Yao-jiejie welcomed this man into her house. It must mean that he was trustworthy.

“Nie,” the man's voice was so deep Yuyu almost flinched. Oh, gods… this man was even sexier than he initially thought. If he wasn't already drooling for his PE professor, Song Lan, he would be drooling for this man too. No, Jin XuanYu was a loyal man whose heart only beat for Song Lan.

“Come in, Mr. Nie. Have a seat. We're still cooking lunch so I hope you'll stay and join us,” he waved his hand to the long couch. He went to the kitchen to pour a glass of orange juice for Mr. Nie. As he put it in front of the man, he started asking his questions. “Are you Jiejie's baby daddy? Please, tell me you are, because if it's that ugly ass motherfucker Su She, I might throw away the child and THEN throw up. Did you guys break up or something?”

Mr. Nie had a huge paper bag and he put it on the table. “I am the father of the child growing inside Jin GuangYao,” he answered even while his eyes were roaming around the apartment as if trying to see anything that was out of place until they landed on Yuyu. “And you're not supposed to throw away children. No matter the paternity.”

Yuyu sucked on his lollipop and sat down across from the older and bigger man, the sound of the pressure cooker becoming their background noise. “Oh, brother, if you know what that bastard did to my sister, you wouldn't want him to procreate either. He doesn't deserve anything in this beautiful world. Besides, with his genes, it would be a miracle if the child would look at least decent. I would just pray that jiejie's genes would be strong enough to fight his genes off.”

Mr. Nie was supposed to answer, but Yao-jiejie came out of the bathroom wearing a towel around her hair and her short, white bathrobe covered her nakedness, leaving her thighs and legs bare. The man's pupils immediately dilated at the sight of Yuyu's jiejie. Oooohhh… someone was smitten.

“You didn't tell me you were coming, Mr. Nie,” Yao-jiejie said, but the redness in her face and ears were not from the cold shower she just had. She looked flustered in front of the giant man. Flustered and beautiful. She tried to look as decent as she could in the absence of decent clothes on her.

“I…” Mr. Nie stood up from the couch, his eyes glued on Yao-jiejie. “I wanted to come and see what was needed.” He wet his lips with his tongue while trying to rub his palms on the back of his pants as if wiping the sweat off. He looked so innocent despite his size and his imposing aura. Ah, to be as powerful as Jin GuangYao. “I brought some baby blankets and clothes for now. My mother and Nie ZongHui went slightly crazy with their shopping so I left the things they bought for now. I'll bring them as soon as I can. The crib, stroller, and other things will be ordered once you have chosen what would be best for the baby.”

Yuyu watched Mr. Nie pull out some brochures from the paperbag and handed it to Yao-jiejie. He had to give it to the man. He knew how to give power to a woman like Jin GuangYao. And look at him trying to make himself a bit smaller just because he was in front of Jin GuangYao.

“You didn't have to do this, Mr. Nie,” Yao-jiejie said, but Mr. Nie shook his head. She chuckled a bit and rolled her eyes, failing to hide the pleasure that she felt. She just sighed and put the brochures on the center table. “Nie MingJue…”

“A-Yao, I am the father of our child. I will help in the best way that I can.”

Oooohhh… sexy… Would Song Lan sound sexy like that if he overpowered Yuyu? He giggled to himself and turned away from the pining couple. He didn't need to watch the drama to know where it would go. These two could pine as much as they want and most likely still end up misunderstanding each other.
—xxx—

Nie MingJue sat across from Jin GuangYao who was now wearing an oversized shirt (which he realized was his. Was that on purpose? Did she accidentally grab one of his shirts when she was packing to go home? Or did she grab it, knowing that it belonged to him?) and shorts that barely covered her thighs. He pretended not to notice the shirt and waited for A-Yao to speak.

“So… Do you have anything you want to say, Mr. Nie?” A-Yao asked while looking through the pictures on the brochures he gave her. She would let out some soft gasps and sighs whenever she'd see something cute or nice. Her eyes scanned the materials as carefully as she would study evidence.

It irked him whenever she called him “Mr. Nie” as if she didn't call him “darling” or “Da-ge” in the heat of pleasure. He wanted to tell her off, but knew that he was not in any position to be choosy at the moment. He was in a place where he just had to be supportive of her and her decisions.

“I simply wanted to ask if you have no plans on moving out of this place?” Nie MingJue started. The place was incredibly small. It only had one queen-sized bed pushed to the side of the living room, a small kitchen, a small living room, and a restroom. He was sure he could provide something better to her and their child.

“Is there something wrong with my place, Mr. Nie?” A-Yao met his eyes and the tension immediately rose just as the whistling of the pressure cooker seemed to increase by the octave. For some reason, the lady was defensive of the home she had shared with her cheater boyfriend. “Yuyu, love, please turn off the stove. Don't open the pressure cooker, though. Let it sit for a few more minutes”

“Oh-kay…” Yuyu, the younger brother, stood up from his chair and went to turn the stove off, his lollipop still in his mouth. He knew that his sister would start one of her passive-aggressive angers sooner or later. How would Mr. Nie handle her?

“There is nothing wrong with the place per se, Ms. Jin,” Nie MingJue responded calmly and logically. “I just think that there might be too many unwanted memories here.”

There was a long stretch of silence. For a moment, Nie MingJue started to quietly scold himself for stepping over the line. He was not in any position to suggest something like that to the mother of his child. Maybe Jin GuangYao had a lot of happy memories here with that… bastard. Maybe she would love to stay here.

The woman hummed while still looking at the brochure. No, it didn't look like she was thinking deeply. It looked like she was ready to chop him. “Give me three reasons why I should move out of this place,” she challenged as she crossed her legs.

With that movement alone, Nie MingJue's blood rushed to his lap, nearly making him forget any points he could have used. With his eyes on her bare legs, he gave his reasons. “One, this place is too small for you and the baby and the people who will come to visit you once the baby is out. Two, I really believe that there might be too many memories here that might affect you, and thus, affect the baby too. And three, you and the baby deserve a bigger and more comfortable place, away from the noise of the city and the pollution too.”

A-Yao looked at MingJue as if she was surprised he actually managed to give plausible answers. She chuckled as she got up to check the food she was cooking. “Fine, but I'll move to my mother's old house on the outskirts of the city. It's far enough from the city to not be polluted, but near enough to have all the amenities needed.”

She ladled some food into three plates, not really caring about how each plate looked. “It's an old place now, but I made sure to pay for all the necessary papers for that house. I just need you to have it fixed since I cannot go there while it is still dirty and dingy.” She put the plates on the kitchen island. “Grab a plate and eat.”
—xxx—
It took Nie MingJue two months to have the house fixed up. She wasn't lying when A-Yao said that it was old and dingy. MingJue had to have the water pipes and electric wiring changed. He almost basically had the whole house redone. It was probably cheaper, too, to build a new house.

But well, this was what Jin GuangYao wanted. So he gave her what she wanted while still making sure to do his best in avenging her to her bastard father. The last report he got was about Jin GuangShan getting caught accepting bribes from another gang (No wonder he was so hungry to take down Unclean Realm). That was the main reason for his removal from service, but as the police force continued to investigate him, more and more dirt was unearthed, leading to his arrest.

That was one problem solved. Jin GuangShan can rot in hell for all he cared. No one put their hands on his A-Yao and got away with it unscathed. He had a woman and a child to think about. They deserved a man and a dad to protect them and make sure that they would be loved more than anything.

—xxx—

Madam Jin's jaw dropped when she saw the newly renovated house of Madam Meng, the mother who gave birth to Jin GuangYao. It was far from the dingy and poorly made house that it was before. Now, it looked fresh and sturdy. The rotten walls and ceiling were replaced with new ones. The floors were varnished and then covered with thick rug, making it easy to walk on them bare feet.

She looked at the man who had made all that possible, her heart swelling with pride that the man Jin GuangYao chose was a good and reliable man. “I like him,” she said to A-Yao who was sitting on a rocking chair on the terrace of the house while staring at Nie MingJue who was still carrying stuff from the car and into the house.

The nearest neighbor was about 500 meters away, giving them the privacy that the main city didn't have. The front yard was also blooming with flowers now, making Madam Jin think that Nie MingJue really used all his resources to make sure that her daughter would have a comfortable place to live in.

“Mother, at least wait for the divorce papers before you make a move on the father of my child,” A-Yao responded coldly, her eyes rolling as she looked away from Nie MingJue. She had a prominent and obvious pout, making the older woman chuckle a bit.

Madam Jin opened her mouth to deny whatever it was that got her daughter to act like that, but she thought otherwise. Let Jin GuangYao be jealous. If it was a way for her to realize her feelings for that huge and kind man, then Madam Jin was ready to play the bad guy.

—xxx—

“Is there anything else you want me to do?” Nie MingJue asked Jin GuangYao after he finished washing the dishes. He wiped his wet hands on a cloth, his eyes scanning the kitchen and living room for anything amiss. He had been working all day, but he didn't feel quite tired, not when he knew he was doing all these services for Jin GuangYao and their child.

“Nothing,” A-Yao replied, her brows furrowed and her eyes closed while she was on the couch. She was a bit pale, and there were strands of hair sticking out of her ponytail. Her hands were on her belly, but she looked too tired to even caress it.

The move itself must have been tiring for her. He had told her to take a nap a while ago but she was too stubborn to listen to him. Instead, she still tried to lift things and take them to her bedroom as if to prove that she could still work despite the huge belly that hindered most of her movements. She was only 5 months pregnant, but most people thought she was already 8 months pregnant.

MingJue put the cloth down and went to A-Yao. He sat cross-legged in front of her and tenderly took her feet. “You must be really tired,” he said as he started gently running his thumb on the sole of her foot. He could immediately feel the knots there.

“Ahhh… I didn’t even do much.” A-Yao let out a breath as she opened her eyes to look down at MingJue. This time, she looked soft and amenable. “That feels good, Mr. Nie…”

“A-Yao, one of these days, you'll have to stop calling me Mr. Nie and start calling me by my given name or by Darling or Da-ge again,” he said with a smile. No, he wasn't rushing her. He knew the awkward situation they were in. It won't be easy for her to return to the kind of woman she showed when she was infiltrating the family.

The woman continued to stare at him while he massaged her feet and legs. They were so incredibly smooth. They were a bit bigger now to accommodate the additional weight of her body, but nonetheless, they were beautiful.

“Why would I call you any of those?” She asked.

MingJue just shrugged and looked up to meet her stormy and brilliant eyes. “Because I am the father of your child and I want to have a good relationship with you and our child. Whether as a friend or as a lover.”

“Have you forgotten that I infiltrated your family and that I–”

“Of course, I haven't forgotten,” MingJue answered as he put her feet on his thighs. He met her eyes and shrugged. “I also haven't forgotten how you made me feel. No, I will never be sure about how you felt about me, but I am 100% sure of how I feel about you.”

“You're an idiot, Nie MingJue.”

“Maybe, but I will be your idiot until you get tired of me.”

—xxx—

The house was so much more welcoming now than it was before. Jin GuangYao didn't expect that Nie MingJue would actually manage to fix it up. If anything, she expected that he'd just demolish the whole thing and build a new one.

Her bedroom was painted with a sunflower yellow tint, something that she loved. She didn't know how MingJue found out about her favorite color, but she was very happy about it.

She whimpered a bit at the weight of her belly. Her lower back hurt so much, but she couldn't do anything but gently massage it as much as she could. She wanted to cry. She was exhausted and heavy. She didn't feel as beautiful as most pregnant people did. Where the fuck was her pregnancy glow?!

She had been sitting for quite some time so she decided to just stand by the window and look out. Outside, she could see the garden, something that wasn't there before. Again, she was thankful that MingJue thought about that too. He really knew what to do.

“A-Yao,” Nie MingJue stuck his head in after knocking three times. He gasped when he saw her face. “Are you alright?”

“My lower back hurts,” she mumbled and continued to massage it. Not that it was doing anything at all. Seriously, at that point, she wanted to sob and just cry like a child. Why was it so difficult to be pregnant? Why was their baby so heavy in the first place?

“Would you like me to help?” MingJue closed the door behind him and walked towards her. Fuck him. He looked too handsome.

She wanted to jump him and fuck him just because he existed and gave her a very big child. Her hormones were raging, making her want to kneel in front of him and cuck his massive cock. She wasn't entirely sure how he could help her in any way, but she didn't want to snap at him, especially when he was just being kind. So she agreed.

“I'm gonna wrap my arms around you, okay?” MingJue said once he was standing behind her. “Just tell me if you're uncomfortable in any way.”

She nodded and gasped when she felt thick arms circle around her and huge hands gently cupping the bottom of her belly. She was easily lifted, belly and all, and the moan she released was nothing short of sexual.

Who could have known how good it would feel to have the weight of her belly lifted? “Nie MingJue, you are a gift from God,” she mumbled. She really won the jackpot when she met him. He was showing her all the standards a man should have. She leaned her head back on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

“Chubchub had become so heavy, hadn't she?” he asked, his lips almost touching her ear. The heat of his breath made her feel things that had caused her to be in this kind of situation in the first place.

She could feel his heart drumming against her back, and she didn't know if it was from attraction or anger. She turned her head to look at him, instead, their lips nearly touched. Their gazes connected. Their breaths mingled. A mere inch of space parted their lips from each other.

One move and they would be kissing. One brave lean and they would end up in a fiery kiss burning with passion. Instead, both of them pulled away, their connection breaking as easily as it had formed.

“I'll bring you water and a hot pack,” MingJue said as he went to the kitchen, leaving A-Yao on her own in her bedroom.

She cleared her throat and denied that she actually imagined having his lips on her and having him manhandle her to the bed. Gods, she never knew even pregnant women still felt horny.

—xxx—

The two of them lived under one roof for a few more months. They worked together to give A-Yao more comfort as the child neared her delivery. As she continued to grow with Chubchub, A-Yao became even more beautiful. And more teasing.

Nie MingJue was in the living room when Jin GuangYao walked out of her bedroom wearing one of his shirts. Normally, it would have reached her thighs and hid her most precious parts, but because of her pregnancy, it fit snuggly over her belly and her engorged breasts. He could see her nipples through the shirt. And under… she wore a pair of sheer black panties that did nothing to hide her sexiness from his eyes.

She sat on the couch across from him and stared at him. Her face was blank and she even crossed her arms over her breasts, propping them on her huge belly. Her knees were parted but her thighs hid her cave.

For some reason, Nie MingJue sweated. It felt like she was scrutinizing him for something he had done. “Yes?” he asked, closing the book about babies that he was reading. He put it down and gave A-Yao all his attention. He had read somewhere that pregnant people could become hormonal and moody. The best way to deal with those moments would be to listen to them and give them attention.

A-Yao smiled sweetly. Almost too sweetly. Her face glowed under the light and it showed that she was in a playful mood. “Remember when you wet your pants while we were hiding at Wen Qing's place?” she asked.

MingJue was not a man who easily got embarrassed, but the question and the memory itself made his face explode with heat. Why would she ask him about that all of a sudden while looking like a goddamn buffet in front of him? He had to cross his legs to hide the tent that immediately formed in his sweatpants.

“Are you gonna say that you don't remember it?” She asked, catching the nail of her forefinger between her teeth, her head still tilted to the side. “Are you going to gaslight me into thinking that I remember it wrong?”

“No! Of course not!” MingJue answered and ran his fingers through his hair. What was going on here? It wasn't enough that he had to live with her and every day, she grew sexier. Now, she teased him like this? “Of course, I remember. So what? Why are you asking me about that so randomly?”

She giggled and ran her tongue over her lips as she straightened up. “Oh, nothing. I just remembered. Tell me, Mr. Nie. What was it that you dreamt about?” Her lips curved as she continued to look him up and down slowly. “I remember hearing you call out my name while you were at the peak of your pleasure.”

MingJue cleared his throat. There was no way he could deny anything. Of course, he had a wet dream about her. That was the reality of it all. He was so attracted to her that his whole body went haywire from her. He looked away for a second before meeting her eyes once more. “I was dreaming about you.”

A-Yao smirked and stood up, her belly straining against the shirt. “Tell me, Mr. Nie. What were we doing in your dream?” Slowly, she walked around the center table and sat beside the man, her hand on his thigh. “Was it hot?”

MingJue looked down at her hand and gulped. This woman would be his death. That was the truth. “It was hot enough to get you pregnant if you weren't pregnant already.” He let his eyes run up her body, his body reacting to the sight of her and the feeling of her warm hand on him.

“Wanna share with me, Da-ge?” She looked at him through her thick lashes, her lips curved just slightly as if to entice him. She moved her hand higher up his thigh.

MingJue gulped once more. “I…” Seriously, he had to control himself. Why was he getting horny for a heavily pregnant woman? “I dreamt of fucking you and you buried your nails into my back as pleasure took over you.”

A-Yao continued to stare at him, her lower lip caught between her teeth. Her hand continued to gently rub MingJue's thigh. “Uh-huh… and what else?” She pressed her breasts against his arm as she moved closer to him.

He couldn't help but put his hand on her hand to stop it from moving too much. It was already too close to his throbbing manhood. He didn't need it to continue teasing him. “Then you got pregnant. Your breasts became heavy with milk for our baby. You… gods… you were pregnant with twins… But I was still pumping myself inside you.”

That made the woman giggle and lean her head on his shoulder, her scent enticing him. “Oooh… twins, huh? Was Xiao Jue that excited to get me pregnant?” She looked up at him once more and led his hand to her belly. “Are you sad that there's only one baby inside me then?”

“No,” MingJue used his other hand to gently cup her belly. “No matter how many babies could be inside you, I am happy. I am the father after all.”

A-Yao hummed and playfully led his hand down to her warmth, chuckling when she saw how wide his eyes became. His irises dilated. “Would you like to take me while I'm heavily pregnant with your daughter, Da-ge?”

MingJue groaned and cupped her womanhood–wet and warm–through the sheer fabric of her panties. “That's like asking if I would like to breathe, A-Yao.” He turned his head to tease her earlobe with his lips and teeth. “The question is… are you ready?”

A-Yao whimpered when MingJue touched her clit through her panties and then looked at him. “I am ready. Please, take me, Da-ge.” She yelped when MingJue easily lifted her like a princess.

“We'll do it gently.” It was a statement that didn't wait for a protest. He kicked A-Yao's door close when they got in and gently put her down on the new bed he had purchased. “And you'll tell me if anything hurts.”

“Da-ge, please, at least start first,” she whined and parted her thighs for him. “Please, I am so horny. I want you inside me. Please. I'll be good.”

MingJue groaned at that and kissed her inner thigh. “No need to beg, honey,” he whispered and slowly pulled her panties down, his eyes zoning in on her wet pussy. “You really are ready for me.”

A-Yao unbuttoned the shirt until her full front was exposed to the man. “Yes… Always…”

Nie MingJue was simply a man with carnal desires for the woman in front of him. Can anyone blame him for the level of hunger he felt for her? He dug in and ate her out, unbothered by the huge belly that pressed against his forehead as he did so.

A-Yao gripped his hair as she let out the most delicious moans. The time and distance apart didn't change the fact that they were hot for each other. Not even the pregnancy changed that. Nie MingJue was hungry for Jin GuangYao and vice versa.

“Da-ge!”

He caught her juices with his mouth, sucking them directly from the source and moaning as he did so. When she stopped trembling from her climax, he pulled back and looked at her, his chin and lips were still wet from her. “Still good to go?”

She looked at him, slightly dazed, and nodded. “Please… Da-ge… hurry…”

She knew what to do to him and he was nothing but a simp, who let her control him.

He removed his sweatpants and freed Xiao Jue. He pulled A-Yao to the edge of the bed so he could make love to her while still being face to face. He put a pillow under A-Yao's hips to help her out. “Is that comfortable for you?” When she nodded, he smiled and aligned himself against her hole. It had been a while and he would be lying if he said he wasn't desperate to have her now.

The warmth that engulfed him was familiar, but also not. They both groaned as he went deeper inside her. Both of them threw their heads back in pure bliss. Their connection ignited flames that had always been there.

“A-Yao…” MingJue took hold of A-Yao's hands and intertwined their fingers. “I'm gonna move. Tell me if anything hurts.”

A-Yao tightened her hold on his hands and nodded.

Soon, the bed started creaking under their combined weights. Their breaths came in shallow puffs as they moved gently and slowly. There was no need to go hard and fast after all. They simply held each other, careful about the child that they had made inside her.

A-Yao moaned, her eyes closed and her mouth slightly agape. “Da-ge… more…”

MingJue watched her face--the pleasure that was painted there was beyond his expectation--and nearly came on his own. “You're already gripping me like a vice, A-Yao… What more do you want?” He asked before looking down at the place they connected.

Her inner muscles clenched and unclenched around him, massaging his cock easily.

“Fuck me…” she begged. “Fuck me well, please…”

“You're killing me, A-Yao,” MingJue took a deep breath and pushed his cock deep into her awaiting hole, swallowing when she let out a gasp. “You like that?” He repeated the action when she nodded.

With that, he attacked that area precisely. Over and over, he moved deeply inside her, enjoying every pleasured gasp and moan she let out whenever he moved.

—xxx—

A-Yao nearly dropped the mug of warm water she was holding when she saw the scars on MingJue's back. “What happened to you?” She asked, putting the mug on the kitchen island and waddling to him to touch the scars. “Did… Did ZongHui do this?”

MingJue just hummed and sipped his coffee before turning to face her, effectively hiding his back from her. “It's nothing, honey. It's part of the life and the job. You don't have to worry about it. Everything is good now.”

“But…”

“There are no need for buts, honey,” MingJue pressed his lips against her knuckles. “I am alright. It's nothing I could not handle. It was nothing compared to losing you.”

A-Yao's lower lip wobbled before she wrapped her arms around him, pressing her head against his chest. MingJue wrapped his arms around her, careful with the coffee. He kissed the top of her head and whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you, Nie MingJue,” A-Yao replied.

—xxx—

Sweat dribbled down Jin GuangYao's face as the wave of pain overcame her once more. She couldn't push. Not yet. Oh, not yet, but she so wanted to. She gripped Nie MingJue's hand like it was her lifeline and it trembled whenever she took a shocked breath.

“I am here,” Nie MingJue assured her while wiping the sweat off of her forehead, unaware of the beads of sweat over his forehead. “I am here. You can bite my arm if you want, baby.”

She laughed breathlessly and held on to him tighter. She knew he would be there through thick or thin. She had proven to herself that he was a good man who loved her and the child they made. Throughout everything they went through, he stood by her like an immovable object.

“I love you, Nie MingJue…” She whispered before screaming when another wave of fiery pain overcame her. It was worse than anything she has ever experienced. Fuck, she thought it was even worse than getting shot.

‘Oh, Gods… Please, just give all the pain to me. I can handle it. Please, stop putting my A-Yao through this pain.’ Nie MingJue was not a man who prayed, but during that time, he could do nothing but pray. He prayed for his lover. He prayed for Chubchub.

“I love you,” he whispered to her and kissed her knuckles.

—xxx—
Jin GuangYao woke up and found Nie MingJue sitting beside her, his eyes heavy with dark bags and his hands caressing hers. “You look tired,” she said, her voice a bit scratchy. She cleared her throat and thanked him when he gave her a glass of water with a straw in it.

“You are more tired than I will ever be, honey,” MingJue answered with a smile before gently kissing her forehead. “How do you feel?”

“As fresh as anyone who popped a 10-kg baby out of their coochie,” she joked, making her husband laugh. She enjoyed seeing him laugh like that. Despite the stubble and the dark bags around his eyes, he still looked handsome. “How's Chubchub?”

MingJue kissed her hands with a smile. “I heard she's quite big and healthy.”

“You haven't gone to see her?” A-Yao asked, shocked about that revelation. What did that mean? He hadn't gone to check if the baby was his? He hadn't gone to see if their baby had all her toes and fingers?

“Not yet. I wanted to see you first.” He looked at her with the softest and most beautiful smile ever. His hair was a mess, but it only gave him a more rugged look.

She was aware that most fathers wanted to see their children first, but here was Nie MingJue, wanting to see her first. How sweet could he be? Did he want to have another child so soon? Fuck him. She was not yet out of the hospital and he was already making her want to be bed by him again.

—xxx—
Madam Jin and Madam Nie stared at the huge newborn baby in the crib. Both of them were amazed by the sheer size of Nie Xiang, also known as Chubchub. She truly embodied the nickname given to her by her aunts.

“I can't believe your son made my daughter carry this giant and pop her out of that tiny body of hers,” Madam Jin mumbled, her eyes on Madam Nie who was just chuckling.

“Well, Nie MingJue was slightly bigger than Chubchub. The doctors actually had to snip the hole wider so he could come out.”

Both women hissed at that as if they both felt the pain of it all.
—xxx—
Jin GuangYao sat on the rocking chair with Chubchub napping on her chest. She watched her dearest husband work in the kitchen. How could anyone look so hot with an apron on and soap subs all over his hands and arms?

She still could not believe that she basically made the biggest mafia boss in the city into a househusband. Not that she regretted it or anything.