Chapter 79 : Mr.’s Punishment

Mu Qianqian was so absorbed in her dance that she only realized there was someone else in the house after finishing the routine.

Her cheeks instantly flushed red, and she stammered, “Mr., you’re back.”

“You can dance too?” Fu Sichan’s gaze was deep as he looked at her.

“Mm, I learned a little before.”

Mu Qianqian turned off the music, blushing as she walked over to him.

With her nutrition improving recently, her body had gradually developed, showing a graceful figure. The dress she wore today was quite form-fitting, and the dance movements perfectly highlighted her physique.

Fu Sichan took it all in.

His throat tightened, and he poured himself a glass of cold water, struggling to cool the burning sensation rising inside him.

“Why did you suddenly think of dancing?”

When Fu Sichan spoke, his voice carried a seductive rasp, making it almost impossible not to be affected.

Mu Qianqian puffed out her cheeks, “I’ll tell you later.”

She didn’t dare directly mention the school flower selection to Fu Sichan, fearing he might get angry.

“Then let’s have dinner first.”

During the meal, Mu Qianqian was distracted, barely touching the seafood porridge in front of her.

Fu Sichan almost wanted to pick her up and feed her spoonful by spoonful himself.

“What are you thinking about?”

Mu Qianqian was startled, “Ah? N-Nothing, I’ll tell you later.”

After dinner, Fu Sichan sat on the sofa handling company affairs.

Mu Qianqian brought over a fruit platter and set it in front of him.

“Mr. there’s something I want to discuss with you.”

Mu Qianqian nervously fidgeted with her fingers, her face showing a mix of anxiety and apprehension.

Fu Sichan looked at her with calm interest.

“Go ahead.”

“Mr., our school is holding a beauty pageant selection, and the first prize is 20,000 yuan.”

Fu Sichan, being perceptive, immediately guessed her intention.

“You want to participate?”

Mu Qianqian cautiously nodded, “Mm…”

“So that’s why you were dressed like this today, dancing at home?”

Mu Qianqian nodded, her face flushing uncontrollably.

“…Mm.”

Fu Sichan’s gaze was fixed on her excessively short skirt, which barely covered her thighs, exposing her long, slender legs.

He felt a twinge of displeasure.

Fu Sichan’s voice was cold and unyielding, “You’re not allowed to participate.”

“Why not?”

“Just because.”

“But the prize is 20,000 yuan.”

Mu Qianqian sat down next to Fu Sichan, clinging to his wrist and pouting so hard she almost tore off his cufflink.

She wanted to participate in the competition and win the prize money. Little did she know, just one of his diamond cufflinks was worth over two hundred thousand dollars.

Fu Sichan said coldly, “I don’t need the money.”

He wasn’t so poor that he needed his wife to make money for him.

Both of them were seated on the sofa. Mu Qianqian unconsciously moved closer, adjusting her skirt upward and pressing her long legs against his.

Though separated by a layer of suit pants, her warmth was still transmitted directly to his heart.

Fu Sichan’s eyes darkened with intense desire, and his body tensed.

He clasped her hands tightly, binding them with his tie.

If she continued to press against him, he couldn’t guarantee what would happen next.

“Mr.?”

Mu Qianqian was confused and bewildered, her hands bound.

Fu Sichan had already stood up, looking down at her from above with his bottomless black eyes.

Unfortunately, the clueless girl didn’t understand just how hard it was for him to endure.

“Mr. you’ve tied the knot too tight.”

Mu Qianqian struggled a few times but showed no signs of breaking free.

She lowered her head, trying to bite through the tie, but her jaw ached from the effort and she still couldn’t manage it.

Her rosy lips were shining, and her cheeks were flushed as she looked at him with a pitiful expression.

“Mr… could you please loosen me first?”

Fu Sichan’s face was cold as ice. “Promise me you won’t go, and I’ll let you go.”

Mu Qianqian pouted angrily, “I won’t promise.”

She wanted to participate in the school flower competition for the sake of their family.

It was bad enough that he didn’t support her, but to bind her hands like this?

It was too much!

Fu Sichan was actually amused by her stubbornness.

“Then stay bound.”

Mu Qianqian’s eyes grew misty, struggling to hold back her tears.

“Fine, bind me if you want. I’m not afraid.”

But her voice, laced with a crying tone, gave away her distress.

Fu Sichan glanced down and saw her bound wrists faintly reddened.

Her skin was delicate, and it must have hurt a little.

“Mu Qianqian, I’m telling you clearly, I don’t need this 20,000 yuan.”

Mu Qianqian was deeply hurt, and tears rolled down her cheeks like little golden beads.

“But I want to earn more money to help you with the financial pressure. Why don’t you support me?”

Seeing her cry made Fu Sichan panic immediately.

He didn’t even realize just how anxious he was.

“Stop crying, do you hear me?”

Fu Sichan knelt down on one knee, using a tissue to wipe away the tears from her eyes. “No more crying.”

“You can go if you really want to.”

Mu Qianqian’s tears stopped instantly.

She blinked her moist, almond-shaped eyes. “Really?”

Fu Sichan gazed at her, helplessly conceding.

“Really.”

Mu Qianqian immediately stopped crying and broke into a smile. “Mr. don’t worry. I won’t embarrass you. I’ll work hard to win a place!”

Fu Sichan rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on.

That wasn’t what he was worried about.

But explaining it to this silly girl, she wouldn’t understand.

Fu Sichan said coldly, “One more thing… no dancing.”

“Why not?”

“No reasons. You can participate in the competition, but no dancing.”

“Alright then, I’ll choose to sing.”

Mu Qianqian decided to give up dancing during the competition.

After all, she was only mediocre at dancing, not as good as the professionals. Singing was a better option, where she could confidently showcase her vocal strengths.

Hearing her agreement, Fu Sichan sighed in relief.

The way she danced was too enticing; he didn’t want anyone else, not even women, to see it.

“I’ll help you untie it.”

Fu Sichan knelt in front of the sofa and undid the knot of the tie.

Seeing the glaring red marks on her wrists, Fu Sichan felt some regret.

“Does it hurt?”

Mu Qianqian extended her wrists to him and coquettishly said, “Mr. if you blow on it, it won’t hurt anymore.”

Fu Sichan furrowed his brows deeply.

In the end, he reluctantly blew on her wrists a couple of times.

Mu Qianqian rubbed her wrists, feeling sweet inside.

Fu Sichan was even more concerned about her eyes than she was, afraid something might happen to them.

So, rules still had to be enforced.

Fu Sichan said ominously, “If you cry again, I’ll…”

Mu Qianqian, emboldened, asked, “What will you do?”

She didn’t believe that her dad would actually hit her.

As soon as the words left her mouth, she felt the world spin around.

She was flipped over and ended up face down on the sofa.

The next second, “Smack”—

A slap landed on her backside.

Fu Sichan’s voice was cold. “Cry again, and you’ll be dealt with according to family rules.”