Fu Yanli felt a flicker of anxiety for a few seconds.
But as he reviewed the events, he figured that aside from going a bit long and having a few too many rounds, he’d been incredibly attentive to Jiang Shunnian’s experience. There had been several times when Jiang Shunnian’s body trembled in utter bliss.
He gave himself full marks.
Jiang Shunnian had already drifted into a deep sleep, his long lashes casting shadows, his delicate features soft and alluring, the corners of his eyes still flushed pink—like a dewy lotus weeping with beauty, so stunning that Fu Yanli couldn’t tear his gaze away.
He couldn’t help but stare a little longer.
Truth be told, he still wasn’t completely satisfied. This was only the second time in his life he’d truly indulged, but Jiang Shunnian was physically spent and out cold. Fu Yanli couldn’t bear to continue.
He grabbed the anti-swelling ointment and gently applied it to Jiang Shunnian.
That spot was still hypersensitive, and even in his sleep, Jiang Shunnian’s body quivered lightly. He mumbled incoherently, “No more,” his voice hoarse and tinged with a pitiful edge.
Fu Yanli’s breathing grew heavier, but he forced it down.
Once the ointment was applied, Fu Yanli pulled Jiang Shunnian into his arms, adjusting him into a comfortable sleeping position. Sleep still eluded him entirely.
His eyes traced Jiang Shunnian’s face, his heart brimming with unspoken love and contentment. It wasn’t until four in the morning that he finally closed his eyes.
Having stayed up so late, Fu Yanli slept deeply and woke late. When his eyes finally fluttered open, his arms were empty—Jiang Shunnian was gone!
Sleepiness vanished in an instant. Fu Yanli bolted upright and searched the entire house, but there was no sign of him.
It was exactly like five years ago.
A cold sweat broke out over Fu Yanli as he froze for a moment, then remembered he now had Jiang Shunnian’s number.
He dialed immediately, but Jiang Shunnian neither picked up nor hung up—it just rang out.
Fu Yanli hadn’t expected Jiang Shunnian to run off again. Clearly, last night he still hadn’t… No, don’t think about that. Forcing himself to stay calm, he called Nono.
No answer there either.
Fu Yanli already knew where Jiang Shunnian had gone. He grabbed his keys and drove straight back to the Manor.
When Jiang Shunnian’s biological clock woke him, his whole body ached, but his recent body training—plus the nourishment from the Medicinal Jade—had left him in better shape than five years ago.
Fu Yanli had held back one round this time too. Though his waist and legs felt weak, the ointment had done its work overnight, and he’d mostly recovered.
If he could hobble away successfully last time, this was a breeze.
So Jiang Shunnian carefully slipped out of Fu Yanli’s embrace, shoved a pillow in his place, and bolted without looking back.
Luckily, winter clothes were thick enough to hide the hickeys.
God, what a pervert Fu Yanli was—he’d even marked his forearm. Not to mention his chest and lower back. Good thing the fabrics were soft enough not to chafe.
Jiang Shunnian threw on the coat Nono had bought him and had Fu Yanli’s driver take him back to the Manor.
Shen Lingyi hadn’t expected him so early. She fussed over whether he’d eaten breakfast and bustled to make him a fresh one.
She didn’t pry into anything else.
They were all adults here—she could guess her son had gotten carried away.
Jiang Shunnian loved the Fu Family’s vibe; it felt so warm. He’d come to see this place as home, so it was his first choice for a getaway.
It was Saturday, so Nono didn’t have school. Jiang Shunnian lounged on a chaise recovering his strength while Nono dragged over a little stool, sat beside him, and peeled grapes for him to eat.
All Jiang Shunnian had to do was open his mouth.
The sweet grapes made him squint in delight. Kids are the best—thoughtful and sweet. Who needs a partner?
Though he hadn’t taken off the ring on his finger.
Fu Yanli, driving over, suddenly shivered.
When Fu Yanli arrived at the Manor and saw Jiang Shunnian, his first words were: “I was wrong. I swear, I won’t do it so many times next time. When you say stop, I’ll stop. Okay?”
Jiang Shunnian ignored him completely.
They were both men—who believed bed promises?
Especially Fu Yanli, with his control freak tendencies. He’d started attentive to Jiang Shunnian’s feelings, but later took total command of the rhythm, pushing him to say certain things, dragging him into a vortex of desire before letting up.
Even recalling it now was too intense. Jiang Shunnian was genuinely afraid he’d die under Fu Yanli.
One month break, minimum.
A man who’d tasted true ecstasy couldn’t hold back—especially Fu Yanli, whose needs ran hot. He coaxed desperately: “I’ll wear glasses for you, or anything else you want to see. Shunnian, we’ve only just gotten together.”
But Jiang Shunnian, sated and comfy, found the gold-rimmed glasses less tempting now. He huffed: “Fine, call me next time.”
Fu Yanli sighed. He should’ve skipped that third round last night—at least then he’d know when the next summons might come.
All day, Fu Yanli played the doting servant, tending to Jiang Shunnian perfectly.
Shen Lingyi watched with gleeful delight. Perfect—finally, someone to keep him in check.
Jiang Shunnian was about to join his crew for filming, while Fu Yanli prepped for the international economic summit—timings roughly overlapping.
This summit was massive, top-tier, drawing officials from multiple countries, economists, and CEOs of global giants.
Success could lock in deals to shape Fu Corporation’s next five to ten years.
Fu Yanli saw Nono’s potential; the kid was destined to be an outstanding entrepreneur, likely surpassing him.
As a father, all he could do was nurture that growth and give him every boost possible.
Thanks to Fu Corporation’s stellar half-year, Fu Yanli had a shot at the keynote speech. It wasn’t a challenge—he knew current policies and trends inside out, could speak extemporaneously.
Still, he prepared diligently. To win Jiang Shunnian’s favor, he even rehearsed a snippet for him.
The handsome, poised man delivered it unhurriedly, his deep, magnetic voice captivating—even if the content went over your head.
Especially with that chain-framed gold glasses, exuding calm sexiness that could turn anyone into a drooling idiot.
Jiang Shunnian couldn’t resist such deliberate seduction. Two days before joining the crew, he let himself be coaxed back to bed.
Fu Yanli was restrained this time—only two rounds. With Jiang Shunnian’s stamina, it was fine; they were asleep before midnight.
Fu Yanli slept fitfully, waking early the next morning. Seeing his wife safe in his arms, he finally relaxed.
His escape-artist wife had him terrified.
Nono was on winter break. Lu Yunchuan had been picked up by Pei Qingrong and Lu Qinghe, but Atticus was still around, so Nono had a playmate and wouldn’t be lonely.
He stayed at Shen Lingyi’s Manor, which had plenty of space. Fu Shizhang had bought Nono a pony, which the boy adored. He tended it daily, rode it everywhere, and had a blast.
As for grades, Jiang Shunnian never worried—Nono aced everything, tying for first with Lu Yunchuan.
Atticus lost a point on Chinese fluency, settling for second.
Jiang Shunnian checked the school app, saw Nono’s papers. He knew the letters and characters individually, but strung together? No clue.
He even posted Nono’s math test on Weibo, asking if anyone could solve it.
Nerd fans confirmed it was junior high level, shocked anew at Nono’s genius.
At this rate, college at ten wouldn’t surprise anyone.
Jiang Shunnian was stunned too. Worried the deep studies would exhaust his young son, he told Nono he didn’t need to push so hard—his big dad was in his prime, good for thirty more years of work. Nono could grow at his own pace.
But Nono looked puzzled: “I think it’s fun, Dad. I love studying.”
Jiang Shunnian: “…”
He could only quote the fans: Great—with Nono the Great King around, we can slack off carefree.
After bidding farewell to Nono and Fu Yanli, Jiang Shunnian grabbed his luggage and assistant and headed to the set.
His son and partner were exceptional, but Jiang Shunnian felt no anxiety or inferiority—Fu Yanli and Nono gave him total security.
Still, he resolved to excel in his passion: acting.
At the filming location, things ramped up—script readings, costume photos.
Playing dual roles meant two sets of photos.
When Jiang Shunnian emerged from makeup in the flirtatious dan opera costume, everyone froze.
He was breathtaking—willowy figure, graceful poise, a face like the goddess’s final masterpiece, beautiful enough to topple empires.
A staffer clutched her racing heart, whispering: “My god, how is Jiang Shunnian this gorgeous? Seeing him throws my heart out of rhythm.”
“Right? He’s even prettier than before. No mercy! I want him in historical dramas—as Han Yan, Dong Xian, Pan An, or Prince Lanling.”
“Totally—only he could convincingly play the Four Beauties.”
The director loved the look. Beyond photos, he had Jiang Shunnian record a cappella singing.
No stage fright here—his training paid off. He launched right in.
His voice was naturally pleasing; the singing wasn’t prodigy-level from childhood drills, but to laymen, it was stunning.
A few producers and investors on site were smitten. Inquiries revealed he was taken—protected. They backed off.
Such a beauty, and not for us.
The dual costume photos wrapped quickly. Jiang Shunnian had memorized his lines, delved into the characters’ psyches—he slipped into role the moment cameras rolled.
Results were flawless.
When the photos hit the drama’s official Weibo, buzz exploded, shooting to trending.
The singing clip? That poise, voice, looks—pure hypnosis.
【My wife!!! New peak of beauty. Lick lick lick.】
【Who gets it? I love both father and son. Nono’s the adorable genius tycoon kid version; Jiang Shunnian’s the talented, gentle supermodel beauty! Which sister’s eating this good?!】
【+1111 Used to just admire him, but now? I want to possess him! Sis, drop a tutorial—how to bag a Jiang Shunnian-level stunner?!】
Fu Yanli, oblivious that he’d become internet “sisters'” dream guy, stood out in his bespoke suit amid balding, paunchy officials and older CEOs. Cameras swarmed him.
Pre-summit interviews mobbed him—first dibs on his words meant clicks.
And it worked. Post his last press livestream, he’d become “Husband Material Prime.”
His presence boosted the summit’s hype.
His interview clip trended solo, climbing right above Jiang Shunnian’s.
