New Sparks in the Night

Tống Vy Vy stood before the mirror in the dressing room, adjusting her shimmering emerald gown that hugged her body, accentuating her full breasts and slender waist. Tonight was a charity gala hosted by Thẩm Corporation, and as Mrs. Thẩm, she had to appear flawless beside Thẩm Gia Hạo. But her heart was heavy, not from the prying eyes of Shanghai’s elite, but from the growing doubts within. Last night’s mysterious call, Gia Hạo’s guarded expression, and whispers of Lưu Tâm Nhi’s return loomed like dark clouds over their happiness.

She took a deep breath, smoothing her curled hair, muttering, “Tống Vy Vy, you’re his wife. Don’t let nonsense rattle you!” But when Gia Hạo entered, clad in a tailored black suit, his eyes locked onto her, sending her heart into a frenzy. “Vy Vy,” he said, voice warm and low, stepping close, “you’re so beautiful I want to cancel the gala and keep you here.” He leaned in, lips brushing her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.

“Gia Hạo, stop teasing!” she yelped, pushing his chest, though her cheeks burned. “We’re already late!” He chuckled, grasping her hand, leading her to the car. But as the Rolls-Royce glided through Shanghai’s glittering streets, Vy Vy noticed his unusual silence, his gaze distant. She squeezed his hand, voice soft. “Are you okay? If something’s wrong, tell me, please.”

He turned, kissing her knuckles, his eyes tender but tinged with strain. “Just work, Vy Vy. Don’t worry.” But she wasn’t convinced, her unease deepening. At the hotel, chandeliers bathed the ballroom in light, and hundreds of guests—tycoons, celebrities, reporters—turned to watch them. Vy Vy smiled, but her heart tangled with doubt.

The gala proceeded smoothly, with speeches, auctions, and polite handshakes. Gia Hạo stayed close, his hand resting lightly on her waist, but she sensed tension in his touch. Then, like a cold gust, Lưu Tâm Nhi appeared. The woman strode in, her red gown blazing, eyes slicing through Vy Vy. “Mrs. Thẩm,” she purred, voice dripping with mockery, “still holding onto Gia Hạo, I see. But his past… isn’t as clean as you think.”

Vy Vy froze, her heart stinging. “What are you saying?” she asked, voice trembling, but Lưu Tâm Nhi smirked, gliding away, leaving Vy Vy with a storm of questions. Gia Hạo, speaking with a partner, turned, noticing her pallor. “Vy Vy, what’s wrong?” he asked, pulling her to a secluded corner. She bit her lip, eyes wary. “Lưu Tâm Nhi… she mentioned your past. Gia Hạo, what don’t I know?”

His brow furrowed, eyes darkening, but he didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he tugged her into an empty hallway, shutting the door, and before she could speak, he kissed her, fierce and possessive.

Thẩm Gia Hạo pinned Tống Vy Vy against the hallway wall, the dim light from the ballroom seeping in, highlighting his eyes ablaze with desire. “Tống Vy Vy,” he growled, voice husky, hands gripping her waist through the thin gown. “You dare doubt me because of her?” Vy Vy trembled, her back pressed against the cold wall, heart pounding. “Y-you… I just want the truth!” she cried, voice tinged with panic, but her body leaned into him, drawn to his heat.

He smirked, lips crashing onto hers, the kiss ferocious, a mix of punishment and possession. His tongue slipped in, tangling with hers, sucking hard, as if to claim her very breath. Vy Vy moaned softly, hands clutching his vest, nails digging into the fabric, leaving creases. “Mmm… Gia Hạo… slow down…” she whispered, but her breasts pressed against his chest, nipples hardening through the gown, 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 gown’s zipper, letting it pool at her feet, revealing a black lace bra cradling her full, heaving breasts. He swallowed hard, his erection straining against his trousers, 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 dim 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 panties down, revealing her pink, wet core, pulsing with need. He knelt, 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 floor. “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, setting her on a small hallway table, 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 footsteps from the ballroom echoed, snapping her back. “No… someone’s coming!” She pushed him away, panting, pulling her gown to cover herself, leaving him standing, erection throbbing, eyes a mix of frustration and adoration.

Vy Vy hurriedly adjusted her gown, face flaming, heart pounding. “You… absolute pervert!” she muttered, glaring at him, 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 when you doubt me.” She blushed, swatting his chest, but couldn’t stay mad.

“Gia Hạo, tell me the truth,” she said, turning to face him, eyes serious. “Lưu Tâm Nhi… what did she mean about your past? I need to know.” He paused, a flicker of hesitation in his gaze, then kissed her forehead. “She’s the past, Vy Vy. Just a bad business deal from long ago. I don’t want you to worry.” But she wasn’t satisfied, 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 returned to the gala, hand in hand, but Lưu Tâm Nhi’s words lingered. On the drive home, Vy Vy gazed out the window, Shanghai’s lights twinkling, her heart full of love but resolved to uncover the truth. The chapter ends with Vy Vy vowing to trust Gia Hạo, but a seed of doubt has sprouted, and she knows she must face Lưu Tâm Nhi to protect their happiness.