New Sparks in the Night

Tống Vy Vy, now Mrs. Thẩm Gia Hạo, stood in the opulent kitchen of their Shanghai penthouse, her apron speckled with flour as she wrestled with a bowl of sticky dough. The city skyline twinkled through floor-to-ceiling windows, a dazzling backdrop to her endearing chaos. Six months had passed since their lavish wedding, and Vy Vy was still grappling with her new role as the wife of Thẩm Gia Hạo, Shanghai’s most formidable CEO. The unassuming barista from Dreamlight Café was gone; in her place was a woman navigating a world of extravagance, paparazzi scrutiny, and a husband whose love was as intense as his possessiveness.

She huffed, blowing a stray lock of hair from her face. “Why is this dough so sticky?” she muttered, prodding the gooey mess. Tonight, she wanted to surprise Gia Hạo with homemade dumplings, a nostalgic nod to their first date when he’d teased her about her clumsy chopstick skills. But cooking proved more daunting than expected, and the kitchen resembled a flour-dusted battlefield.

The penthouse door clicked open, and Vy Vy’s heart skipped a beat. Thẩm Gia Hạo strode in, his black suit pristine despite a grueling day at Thẩm Corporation. His piercing eyes softened as they landed on her, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Vy Vy,” he said, his voice low and teasing, “are you trying to redecorate my kitchen or just demolish it?”

She spun around, flour smudged on her cheek, hands planted on her hips. “Your kitchen? Excuse me, Mr. Thẩm, this is our kitchen, and I’m making dumplings for you!” Her pout was defiant, but her cheeks flushed under his gaze, a familiar warmth spreading through her body.

He stepped closer, loosening his tie, his eyes roaming over her. The apron hugged her curves, accentuating her full breasts and slim waist, and the sight made his throat bob. “Dumplings, huh?” he murmured, stopping mere inches away, his cologne—sandalwood and mint—enveloping her like an invisible embrace. “I’d rather eat you.” His fingers brushed her cheek, wiping away the flour, and the touch sent a shiver down her spine, her pulse quickening.

“Gia Hạo!” she squeaked, swatting his hand, though her giggle betrayed her. “Behave! I’m trying to be a good wife here!” But his eyes twinkled with mischief, and he leaned in, lips grazing her ear.

“Good wife? Vy Vy, you’re already perfect,” he whispered, his voice husky with allure. “But if you want to play domestic, I know more exciting ways.” His hand slid to her waist, pulling her against him, and she gasped, feeling the hard planes of his body through the thin apron.

She stepped back, brandishing a flour-dusted spoon in mock threat. “No distracting me! Go shower, or no dumplings for you!” He laughed, a deep, resonant sound, raising his hands in surrender, but his eyes promised trouble later. As he headed to the bedroom, Vy Vy’s heart raced, a blend of love and anticipation. Marriage hadn’t dimmed their spark—it had only made it burn brighter.

Life as Mrs. Thẩm was a whirlwind. By day, Vy Vy juggled charity events and media appearances, her face splashed across tabloids as “Shanghai’s Cinderella.” By night, she belonged to Gia Hạo, lost in his arms, their passion as fierce as ever. But whispers of a new business rival, Lưu Tâm Nhi’s vengeful return, and rumors of Gia Hạo’s past secrets loomed, threatening their idyllic world. Vy Vy sensed his tension, the late-night calls he dismissed as “work,” and she vowed to uncover the truth.

Tonight, she focused on the dumplings. After an hour of cursing and giggling, she shaped a dozen lumpy creations, steaming them with pride. Gia Hạo returned, hair damp from the shower, wearing a fitted black shirt and pants that hugged his muscular frame. He leaned against the counter, watching her with amusement. “They look… unique,” he said, eyeing the misshapen dumplings.

“Unique is charming!” she retorted, plating them with a flourish. They sat at the dining table, the city lights twinkling below. He took a bite, his expression unreadable, then grinned. “Not bad, Mrs. Thẩm. But I still prefer your taste.” She blushed, kicking his shin under the table, but his laugh warmed her heart.

Dinner was filled with their usual banter—she teased his workaholic tendencies, he countered with promises to whisk her away to Paris. But as they cleared the plates, his phone buzzed, and his face darkened. “I need to take this,” he said, stepping onto the balcony. Vy Vy watched through the glass, unease creeping in. Who was calling so late? And why did he look so guarded?

She began cleaning, but he returned faster than expected, his eyes glinting with a dangerous edge. “Work?” she asked, voice laced with suspicion, but he didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled her into his arms, his lips claiming hers, the kiss gentle at first but quickly turning fierce.

Thẩm Gia Hạo pressed Tống Vy Vy against the kitchen counter, the city lights casting a soft glow on his angular face, highlighting eyes ablaze with desire. “Tống Vy Vy,” he growled, voice husky, hands gripping her waist through the apron. “You know what I want after a long day.” Vy Vy trembled, her back against the cold counter, heart pounding. “Y-you… don’t do this! I’m… I’m cleaning up!” she squeaked, voice tinged with panic, but her body betrayed her, leaning into his warmth.

He smirked, his lips crashing onto hers, the kiss fierce and possessive. His tongue slipped in, tangling with hers, sucking hard, as if to draw out her very breath. Vy Vy moaned softly, hands clutching his shirt, nails digging into the fabric, leaving creases. “Mmm… Gia Hạo… slow down…” she whispered, but her breasts pressed against his chest, nipples hardening through her thin blouse, prompting a guttural growl from him, raw with want.

He pulled back, eyes burning, Adam’s apple bobbing. “Slow? Vy Vy, you’re setting me on fire,” he rasped, yanking the apron’s ties, letting it fall to the floor. He tore her blouse open, buttons scattering, revealing a white lace bra cradling her full, heaving breasts. He swallowed hard, his erection straining against his pants, brushing her thigh through the fabric, large and searing. “You’re gorgeous, Vy Vy,” he murmured, hands kneading her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples through the lace until they stood erect, pink and inviting. Vy Vy arched, a bolt of pleasure shooting through her, her panties soaked, fluids glistening under the light. “A… ah… you… it’s too much…” she gasped, nails scratching his shoulders, leaving red marks.

He grinned wickedly, tugging her bra down, exposing her petite, pink nipples, beckoning him. He latched onto one, sucking hard, tongue swirling, while his other hand squeezed her breast, pinching the nipple, sending Vy Vy reeling with pleasure. “A… a… Gia Hạo… I’m… gonna lose it…” she cried, clutching his head, fingers threading through his thick black hair, pulling him closer. He looked up, lips glistening, a lascivious smirk spreading. “Lose it? We’re just starting, Vy Vy.” He yanked her pants down, revealing white lace panties, drenched between her thighs, shimmering. He bit the edge, pulling them down with his teeth, exposing her pink, wet core, pulsing with need. Vy Vy yelped, “You… what are you doing?!” But her trembling legs and clenched thighs only spurred his low, possessive chuckle.

“Making you scream,” he growled, kissing her inner thighs, tongue tracing soft skin, leaving wet trails. He latched onto her sensitive core, sucking hard, tongue delving deep, lapping as if savoring a delicacy. Vy Vy arched, moans echoing, legs quaking, fluids dripping onto the counter. “A… a… Gia Hạo… I… so good… too good…” She gripped his head, body taut, hitting her first climax, mind spinning. He stood, unbuckling his belt, revealing a large, erect penis, tip red and glistening, aimed at her. Vy Vy flushed, looking away, heart racing. “You… don’t…” she stammered, but he pulled her close, letting her feel his hardness. “Feel that, Vy Vy? It’s for you,” he growled, kissing her, tongue entwining gently yet possessively. His hand slid down, two fingers entering her wet core, moving slowly, thumb rubbing her sensitive bud, drawing relentless moans. “A… you… I… I need you…” she whispered, eyes glazed with desire, body limp.

He lifted her onto the counter, spreading her legs, her wet, pink core pulsing invitingly. “You’re mine, Vy Vy,” he growled, his tip brushing her entrance, making her moan and arch. He pushed slowly, filling her inch by inch, until she screamed, “A… you… so deep… too good…” Her nails dug into his shoulders, fluids pooling. He paused, eyes tender yet wicked. “Want me to keep going, Vy Vy?” he teased, fingers teasing her core. She bit her lip, eyes teary, body aching. “Yes… I want you…” she pleaded. But suddenly, reason snapped back. “No… wait… we need to talk!” She pushed him away, panting, pulling her shirt to cover her chest, leaving him standing, erection still throbbing, eyes a mix of frustration and adoration.

Vy Vy hopped off the counter, face flaming, heart pounding. “You… you absolute pervert!” she mumbled, clutching the apron to cover herself, but his gaze still scorched her. He stepped forward, wrapping her in his arms from behind, voice soft. “Vy Vy, you know I can’t resist you like this.” She blushed, swatting his chest, but couldn’t stay mad.

“Gia Hạo, tell me the truth,” she said, turning to face him, eyes serious. “What was that call? You’ve been acting strange.” He paused, a flicker of hesitation in his gaze, then kissed her forehead. “Just work, Vy Vy. Don’t worry.” But she wasn’t convinced, gripping his hand, voice firm. “If you’re hiding something, I won’t forgive you.”

He smiled faintly, pulling her close. “I’ll tell you when it’s time, okay? For now, let me make up for worrying you.” He kissed her, gentle but filled with love, and she melted, setting her doubts aside for the moment. They sank onto the couch, her head on his chest, his steady heartbeat grounding her, but her resolve to uncover the truth remained. The chapter ends with Vy Vy gazing at Shanghai’s lights, heart full of love but shadowed by worry about the secrets ahead.