He Yan stood stunned for a moment, scarcely believing he had actually left. Only when she heard his footsteps receding down the hallway did she snap back to reality. She rushed to lock the door, hurriedly turned off the new phone, and finally collapsed onto the bed with a long, exhausted breath.

Downstairs, A Jiang saw Fu Shenxing come out so soon and was pleasantly surprised. He quickly got out to open the car door. “Mr. Fu.”

Fu Shenxing's face was dark. He said nothing, slid into the car, and spat out coldly, “Drive.”

A Jiang started the engine and sneaked glances at him through the rearview mirror. Sensing the lingering fury in his expression, he asked tentatively, “Did the woman misbehave again?”

Fu Shenxing didn’t answer right away. After a while, he issued an order in a low, sharp voice: “Tell Hua Jie to send a woman over. The most beautiful one she has.”

Hua Jie was the top madam at the Zui Jin Zhao club under the Fu Corporation’s name. She had countless beauties under her wing, and when she said someone was the most beautiful, that woman absolutely would be.

Hua Jie herself delivered the woman to Fu Shenxing’s apartment. Downstairs, she gave her best girl a stern pep talk: “This is the first time Mr. Fu’s ever asked for a woman himself. It’s no ordinary occasion. If you please him tonight, it’s not just you who’ll benefit—Hua Jie will too!”

The girl, all dolled up and radiant, laughed nervously. “Hua Jie, now I’m getting nervous.”

“Being nervous is good—hell, the tighter the better,” Hua Jie said, slapping the girl’s cheeks lightly. “Get in there! If you can keep me waiting all night down here, now that’s real skill!”

Just before getting out, the girl asked, “But Hua Jie, you never told me what kind of woman Mr. Fu likes!”

That stumped Hua Jie. “I really don’t know. He wasn’t into women at all for years—just recently started showing signs of life. Who knows what flavor he likes? You’ll have to feel it out. Start slow, build up gradually, and if you can make him talk a little, even better—aim for heart and body.”

But Hua Jie’s guess was wrong.

When the door opened, Fu Shenxing stood there in a bathrobe, eyes cold and expressionless. He looked her over, making her so nervous she almost trembled. Finally, he spoke flatly, “Go shower.”

The lines she had so carefully prepared vanished from her mind. Intimidated by his aura, she obediently went into the bathroom, not daring to dawdle. After a quick rinse, she came out to find the man—godlike in looks but ice-cold in demeanor—sitting on the sofa.

Timidly, she approached him. “Mr. Fu?”

He looked up at her with chilling eyes, then silently stood and pulled her over to the bed. He shoved her down, ordering her to kneel, to pose exactly as he pleased. She was experienced enough to know what to do—rocking back and forth, doing her best to please the rough man behind her.

But Fu Shenxing was not satisfied. Not in the slightest. The fire smoldering in him couldn’t be extinguished, no matter how fierce or wild his actions were. Yes, she was beautiful. Yes, her figure was good. But her waist wasn’t slim enough. Her hips weren’t soft or round enough. She wasn’t that woman.

The girl moaned dramatically, even glanced back to gauge his reaction.

“Face forward!” he barked, grabbing her neck and slamming her face into the mattress. Still unsatisfied, he yanked the bedsheet over her head to completely cover her.

But still, she wasn’t her.

That woman would never meekly let him do as he pleased. She would fight him, claw at him, bite like a feral cat or a wild little wolf—just like last night. Even after he’d finished in her, she’d still turned and bitten his lip with all her strength.

Downstairs, Hua Jie was still waiting in the car, fully prepared to spend the whole night there. But barely halfway through a cigarette, her best girl came fleeing out of the building in a panic. She threw open the car door and collapsed inside, her voice trembling with tears. “Hua Jie, Mr. Fu is a total maniac.”

Hua Jie jumped in fright and scanned their surroundings before cursing in a hushed tone, “Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

The beauty, now a mess of tears, shuddered as she recounted what happened. “I was honestly scared he was going to strangle me or suffocate me with the sheets. He wouldn’t let me turn around, wouldn’t let me show my face, wouldn’t let me make a sound—just kept pounding me like a madman. I thought he was going to break my waist. Then he finished and told me to get out.”

Even with all her experience, Hua Jie had never encountered anything like this. Uneasy, she mulled it over and quietly called A Jiang. “Brother Jiang, what’s going on? What did my girl do wrong? Give me a hint so I can learn for next time.”

As Fu Shenxing’s bodyguard and someone who lived in the same apartment building, A Jiang had seen the beauty go up smiling and come down crying. When he heard Hua Jie’s words, things suddenly clicked. He ended the call and, after a long internal struggle, finally went to knock on Fu Shenxing’s door.

Inside, Fu Shenxing had already taken another shower and was now calmly flipping through an English magazine. His face had returned to its usual expressionless cool.

A Jiang peeked his head in and cautiously asked, “Mr. Fu, was she not your type? Should I… find someone more like a proper housewife?”

Fu Shenxing looked up, his gaze glacial, and uttered just one word:

“Get out.”