New Sparks in the Night

Tống Vy Vy stood before Lưu Tâm Nhi’s towering corporate building, her heart pounding in her chest. After days of investigation, she had uncovered Lưu Tâm Nhi’s scheme: a fabricated scandal to destroy Thẩm Gia Hạo and Thẩm Corporation. The documents she clutched—emails, texts, and financial records—revealed Lưu Tâm Nhi’s collaboration with a rival to spread rumors that Gia Hạo had manipulated markets, causing her family’s downfall. Vy Vy tightened her grip, eyes resolute. She wasn’t just Mrs. Thẩm; she was the woman who would protect her husband.

She marched into the lobby, confronting Lưu Tâm Nhi in her sleek office. The woman, in a fiery red dress, smirked mockingly. “Mrs. Thẩm, here to beg for Gia Hạo’s forgiveness?” she said coldly. Vy Vy stood tall, slamming the documents on the desk. “I know what you’re doing, Lưu Tâm Nhi. These lies are fake. Keep going, and I’ll expose everything, and you’ll lose it all.”

Lưu Tâm Nhi paled but quickly regained composure. “You think you can scare me? Gia Hạo ruined my family. I’m just taking back what’s mine.” Vy Vy shook her head, eyes sharp. “Justice? You’re out for revenge, and I won’t let you hurt him.” She turned, leaving Lưu Tâm Nhi seething, but Vy Vy knew she’d struck a blow.

Back at the penthouse, Vy Vy recounted everything to Gia Hạo. He sat on the sofa, eyes darkening as he listened. “Vy Vy, why did you risk that?” he asked, voice low but laced with worry. She grasped his hand, voice firm. “Because I’m your wife. I won’t let anyone harm you.”

He fell silent, then pulled her into his arms, eyes tender yet moved. “Vy Vy, I don’t deserve you,” he whispered, kissing her forehead. “But I need to tell you the truth. Lưu Tâm Nhi’s partly right—I made a mistake. As a young man, I took a risky investment, and a bad call cost her family everything. It wasn’t intentional, but she never forgave me.” Vy Vy listened, heart aching, but she hugged him tighter. “Gia Hạo, your past doesn’t define you. I trust you, and we’ll face this together.”

He gazed at her, eyes shimmering with love, then kissed her, a slow kiss that swiftly turned fierce, as if to meld their souls.

Thẩm Gia Hạo yanked Tống Vy Vy onto the sofa, the city lights twinkling through the glass, illuminating his chiseled face, eyes blazing with a desire fiercer than ever. “Tống Vy Vy,” he growled, voice husky, hands gripping her waist, pinning her beneath him. “You faced Lưu Tâm Nhi for me? You don’t know what you’re doing to me.” Vy Vy trembled, her back sinking into the soft cushions, heart pounding. “Y-you… I just wanted to protect you!” she cried, voice tinged with panic, but her body arched toward his heat, craving him.

He smirked, lips crashing onto hers, the kiss ferocious, as if to devour her. His tongue plunged in, tangling with hers, sucking hard, as if to claim her soul. Vy Vy moaned loudly, hands clutching his shirt, nails tearing the fabric, leaving red scratches on his shoulders. “Mmm… Gia Hạo… slow… slow down…” she panted, but her breasts pressed against his chest, nipples hardening through her blouse, prompting a primal growl from him, raw and animalistic.

He pulled back, eyes aflame, Adam’s apple bobbing. “Slow? Vy Vy, you’re driving me insane,” he rasped, ripping her blouse open, buttons flying, revealing a pink lace bra cradling her full, heaving breasts. He swallowed hard, his erection straining painfully against his trousers, brushing her thigh, massive and searing. “You’re breathtaking, Vy Vy,” he murmured, hands kneading her breasts, thumbs pinching her nipples through the lace until they stood erect, red and tantalizing. Vy Vy arched, a bolt of pleasure shooting through her, her panties drenched, fluids glistening under the light. “A… ah… you… it’s too much…” she gasped, nails digging deeper, leaving red welts.

He grinned lasciviously, yanking her bra down, exposing her petite, red nipples, begging for him. He latched onto one, sucking hard, tongue swirling, nibbling lightly, while his other hand squeezed her breast, kneading until Vy Vy screamed, body melting in ecstasy, tears of pleasure streaming. “A… a… Gia Hạo… I’m… gonna die… it’s too good…” She clutched his head, fingers tangling in his thick black hair, pulling him closer, tears rolling down her cheeks.

He looked up, lips glistening, a wicked smirk spreading. “Die? I’ll make you feel more, Vy Vy.” He tore her panties off, revealing her pink, sopping core, pulsing like a blooming flower, begging to be filled. He knelt, kissing her inner thighs, tongue tracing soft skin, leaving wet trails. He latched onto her core, sucking fiercely, tongue plunging deep, lapping from inside out, as if savoring a priceless delicacy. Vy Vy arched, screaming, legs quaking violently, fluids gushing, soaking the sofa, pooling beneath her. “A… a… Gia Hạo… I… too good… I’m done…” She gripped his head, body taut, hitting her first climax, mind spinning like a whirlwind.

He stood, unbuckling his belt with lightning speed, revealing a massive, rock-hard penis, tip red and glistening, aimed at her like a declaration of ownership. Vy Vy flushed, looking away, heart racing. “You… too fast…” she stammered, but he pulled her close, letting her feel his steel-hard length. “Feel that, Vy Vy? It’s for you,” he growled, kissing her, tongue entwining fiercely yet lovingly. His hand slid down, three fingers plunging into her soaked core, thrusting fast, thumb rubbing her sensitive bud, drawing relentless moans, fluids streaming, soaking his hand. “A… you… I… I need you… now…” she whispered, eyes glazed with desire, body trembling, pleading to be filled.

He smirked, flipping her onto her knees, her round buttocks arched, her wet, pink core exposed, pulsing invitingly. “You’re mine, Vy Vy, forever,” he growled, hands gripping her buttocks, leaving red marks. He thrust hard, his penis filling her completely, stretching her to the limit, making Vy Vy scream, voice breaking: “A… you… so deep… I’m… gonna die…” Her body shook violently, fluids gushing, soaking the sofa, the sound of flesh slapping echoing. He moved, thrusting fast and deep, each stroke hitting her core, making her moan incessantly, body arching, breasts bouncing, buttocks quivering with each impact. “A… a… Gia Hạo… faster… I… can’t take it…” she screamed, tears of pleasure streaming, nails clawing the cushions.

He growled, switching positions, laying her on her back, lifting her legs over his shoulders, thrusting deeper, harder, hands squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, making her arch, hitting her second climax, fluids flooding, soaking them both. “Vy Vy, are you feeling it?” he rasped, eyes blazing. “So good… I’m dying… I love you…” she choked, voice breaking, body taut. He thrust harder, reaching his peak with her, hot fluids mingling, drenching their skin. He collapsed onto her, kissing her lips, panting. “Vy Vy, I love you, foreve

Vy Vy lay in Gia Hạo’s arms, body still trembling from their passion. She blushed, pulling the blanket over her chest, flustered. “You… absolute pervert!” she muttered, swatting his chest, but his laugh warmed her heart. “Pervert? Vy Vy, you just said you love me,” he teased, pulling her close, kissing her cheek. She flushed, pouting. “I… I was coerced! Who loves you?”

His eyes softened, voice low. “Vy Vy, thank you for protecting me.” He held her tighter, voice thick with emotion. “I promise, no more secrets from now on.” She nestled into his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat, her heart lighter. “Gia Hạo, we’ll face Lưu Tâm Nhi together, okay?” she asked, voice resolute. He nodded, kissing her hair. “Together, Vy Vy.”

The next day, Vy Vy and Gia Hạo devised a plan to counterattack. With Tiểu Lâm’s help, they gathered more evidence of Lưu Tâm Nhi’s plot, preparing to expose her at a media conference. Vy Vy noticed a change in Gia Hạo—he was more open, sharing his worries, and it deepened her love. They rehearsed their speech, laughing like in their early days, but she knew the challenge ahead wouldn’t be easy.

The chapter ends with Vy Vy standing before the mirror, wearing a fiery red dress, ready for the conference. She gazed at Shanghai’s lights, heart brimming with resolve. Lưu Tâm Nhi migh