New Sparks in the Night

Tống Vy Vy stood on a small stage at the media conference, camera flashes bursting as reporters captured the moment. Beside her, Thẩm Gia Hạo, in a flawless black suit, held her hand, his sharp eyes softened with pride. Before hundreds of onlookers, they unveiled evidence of Lưu Tâm Nhi’s scheme: forged documents, incriminating texts, and her collusion with a rival to smear Gia Hạo with a fabricated scandal. As the big screen displayed the proof, the crowd’s murmurs turned to gasps, and Lưu Tâm Nhi, standing in the corner, paled, her eyes blazing with fury but powerless.

“We’re not just defending Thẩm Corporation,” Vy Vy declared, her voice ringing through the microphone, “but the truth. People like Lưu Tâm Nhi can’t win with lies.” Gia Hạo squeezed her hand, eyes shimmering. “Thank my wife,” he said, voice deep, “the strongest woman I know.” The crowd erupted in applause, and Vy Vy blushed, heart pounding with love and pride.

After the conference, Lưu Tâm Nhi was abandoned by her partners, her reputation in tatters, and she left Shanghai in disgrace. Thẩm Corporation not only held its ground but gained greater respect. But for Vy Vy, the true victory was their bond. They had overcome the shadows of the past, and their love now shone brighter than ever.

To celebrate, Gia Hạo arranged a private ceremony at Dreamlight Café, where their love story began. The café was adorned with white roses and golden lanterns, attended only by close family and friends, including Tiểu Lâm, who squealed at Vy Vy’s elegant white dress. “Vy Vy, you look like a bride again!” she cheered, making Vy Vy giggle.

During the vow renewal, Gia Hạo held her hands, eyes glistening. “Vy Vy, you’re my light, guiding me through every darkness. I vow to love and protect you, forever.” Tears welled in her eyes as she whispered, “Gia Hạo, I vow to stand by you, no matter what.” They kissed under the warm golden lights, applause ringing from loved ones.

As guests departed, only Vy Vy and Gia Hạo remained in the café, the soft glow illuminating the counter where she once worked. He pulled her close, lips brushing her ear. “Vy Vy,” he whispered, voice husky, “I want you, right now, right where we began.”

Thẩm Gia Hạo pressed Tống Vy Vy against the café counter, the golden lights of Dreamlight Café casting a warm glow on his chiseled face, his eyes blazing with a desire so fierce it could consume her. “Tống Vy Vy,” he growled, voice husky, hands gripping her waist through her thin white dress, pulling her flush against his rock-hard body. “You stand there, as beautiful as the day I first saw you, and I can’t wait another second.” Vy Vy trembled, her back against the counter, heart pounding as if it would burst. “Y-you… this is the café… someone might see!” she squeaked, voice laced with panic, but her body arched toward him, craving his heat, her core already drenched from his gaze alone.

He smirked, lips crashing onto hers, the kiss ferocious, as if to claim her soul. His tongue plunged in, tangling with hers, sucking hard, drawing loud moans that echoed in the quiet space. Her hands clutched his vest, 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 dress, prompting a primal growl from him, raw and animalistic.

He pulled back, eyes aflame, Adam’s apple bobbing. “Slow? Vy Vy, you’re killing me,” he rasped, ripping her dress open, fabric tearing, revealing a white 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 soaked, fluids glistening under the golden 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 only my name, 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 counter, 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 didn’t stop, tongue delving deeper, sucking harder, making Vy Vy scream again, body convulsing, fluids streaming, soaking his chin. “A… you… I… I can’t take it…” she choked, body arching, hitting her second climax, tears streaming, body nearly spent. 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 on the floor, 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 floor, 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 floor.

He growled, switching positions, standing her up, pressing her against the counter, lifting one leg, thrusting from behind, deeper, harder, hands squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, making her arch, hitting her third 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 pulled her down, sitting her on his lap in a cowgirl position, his penis thrusting up, filling her completely. She moved, bouncing, breasts jiggling, buttocks slapping his thighs, flesh sounds echoing, fluids gushing, soaking them. “A… a… Gia Hạo… I… can’t… too good…” she screamed, hitting her fourth climax, body convulsing, tears streaming. He growled, thrusting up hard, reaching his peak with her, hot fluids mingling, drenching their skin, the sofa, the floor. He held her tight, kissing her lips, panting. “Vy Vy, I love you, forever.”

They collapsed on the floor, Vy Vy nestled in his chest, body limp, face flushed. “You… absolute pervert!” she muttered, pulling his shirt to cover her chest, but his laugh warmed her heart. “Pervert? Vy Vy, you screamed my name,” he teased, holding her closer. She blushed, swatting his chest, but her smile radiated happiness

After their passionate moment, Vy Vy and Gia Hạo sat on the sofa, the café’s golden lights enveloping them. He stroked her hair, voice soft. “Vy Vy, ready for kids?” She blushed, flustered. “Kids? You… moving that fast?” He laughed, kissing her forehead. “I want a little girl like you, cute and stubborn.” She nestled into his chest, whispering, “Okay, but you better be a great dad.” He nodded, eyes twinkling. “I promise, Vy Vy.”

They talked about their future—trips, a home filled with children’s laughter, and a love that would never fade. Vy Vy felt a peace she’d never known, certain that despite past trials, they’d conquered all. Dreamlight Café, where their story began, now symbolized their eternal love.

The next day, they resumed their lives, but with a deeper bond. Vy Vy continued her charity work, Gia Hạo led Thẩm Corporation, but they always made time for each other, from simple dinners to passionate nights. Rumors of Lưu Tâm Nhi faded, and Shanghai spoke only of the “Cinderella and Prince” love story.

The story ends with Vy Vy and Gia Hạo on their penthouse balcony, gazing at Shanghai’s lights. She leaned into his shoulder, whispering, “Thank you for giving me the world.” He kissed her hair, smiling. “Thank you, Vy Vy, for being my world.” Under the twinkling lights, their love shone, eternal as the stars.