Tống Vy Vy sat in her small study in the penthouse, the laptop screen casting a glow on her tense face. Lưu Tâm Nhi’s words from the charity gala haunted her: “His past… isn’t as clean as you think.” Vy Vy didn’t want to doubt Thẩm Gia Hạo, the husband she adored, but his late-night calls, worried glances, and silence whenever she pressed about Lưu Tâm Nhi gnawed at her. She opened her browser, typing “Lưu Tâm Nhi” and “Thẩm Corporation,” determined to uncover the truth.
Articles popped up, mostly old reports about the collapse of Lưu Corporation a decade ago, some mentioning Thẩm Corporation as a competitor. But nothing concrete linked Gia Hạo to Lưu Tâm Nhi. Vy Vy bit her lip, muttering, “Tống Vy Vy, you’re no detective, but you need to know what’s going on!” She texted Tiểu Lâm, her friend from Dreamlight Café days, asking her to dig into Lưu Tâm Nhi’s current activities in Shanghai.
Her phone buzzed, startling her. It was Gia Hạo. “Vy Vy, I have a corporate event tonight. Come with me?” His voice was warm but carried a hint of strain. She agreed, though her heart was heavy with doubt. Standing, she chose a sleek black gown that hugged her curves, determined not to let Lưu Tâm Nhi or anyone shake her faith in him.
At the hotel hosting the event, dazzling lights illuminated the ballroom, filled with tycoons and investors. Gia Hạo held her hand, his gaze tender but guarded. “You’re stunning, Vy Vy,” he whispered, kissing her cheek, making her blush. But scanning the room, she spotted Lưu Tâm Nhi in an elegant white gown, chatting with partners, her eyes slicing through Vy Vy like a blade.
While Gia Hạo mingled, Vy Vy stood alone, wine glass in hand. Lưu Tâm Nhi approached, a mocking smile on her lips. “Mrs. Thẩm, did you know Gia Hạo ruined my family?” she said coldly. “Ask him if he dares tell you the truth.” Vy Vy froze, wanting to retort, but Lưu Tâm Nhi glided away, leaving her heart in turmoil.
She found Gia Hạo, pulling him aside. “Gia Hạo, Lưu Tâm Nhi said you destroyed her family. Is it true?” she asked, voice trembling. His brow furrowed, eyes darkening, but he didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he tugged her into a private room, shutting the door, and kissed her, fierce as if to erase all doubt.
Thẩm Gia Hạo pressed Tống Vy Vy against the wall of the private room, dim light from the ballroom seeping through the door crack, highlighting his eyes ablaze with desire. “Tống Vy Vy,” he growled, voice husky, hands gripping her waist through the thin black gown. “You let her words make you doubt me?” Vy Vy trembled, her back 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 table in the room, 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 a knock on the door jolted her, reason returning. “No… someone’s here!” She pushed him away, panting, pulling her gown to cover herself, leaving him standing, erection throbbing, eyes a mix of frustration and adoration.