Chapter 003: I’m Better to Lick Than Him

After a while, his assistant, Nie Yan, slowly stepped down from the Cayenne, walked up to Wen Fu, and smiled politely.

“Miss Wen, it’s raining and it’s rush hour. It’s hard to get a taxi at this time. You’ve only just recovered from a serious illness—you can’t risk catching a cold. Mr. Shi means well. Please get in the car, don’t make things difficult for me.”

A top-tier luxury car had suddenly stopped in front of her.

Passersby were already casting curious and speculative glances at her, whispering to one another.

Wen Fu had long heard about Shi Yanbai’s moody, unpredictable temper.

She had no idea what madness possessed him today, insisting she get in his car—as if he wouldn’t drive away unless she complied.

Considering how hard it really was to get a taxi at this hour, after a moment’s hesitation, she closed her umbrella and got in.

Shi Yanbai’s dark, narrow eyes were half-closed, his gaze faint as it swept over her. He arched his brows slightly.

“I heard you had a car accident recently? You’re discharged now, but your husband didn’t come to pick you up himself?”

Wen Fu’s eyes flickered. She gave a perfunctory excuse.

“He’s busy with work.”

Shi Yanbai sneered.

“Why deceive yourself, Miss Wen? He’s so busy that he can’t even visit his own wife in the hospital after such a major accident? If that’s the ‘love’ you hold sacred, it’s far too cheap.”

Wen Fu’s expression turned cold.

“That’s my family matter. It doesn’t seem to have anything to do with you, Mr. Shi.”

Shi Yanbai gave her a deep, meaningful look, his tone unreadable.

“I’m just kindly reminding you— the more you debase yourself and grovel, the less he’ll care. Don’t trap yourself too deep. You should know when to cut your losses.”

“It’s not like all the men in the world are dead. Why hang yourself on one crooked tree? Lu Chenyi isn’t worth your love. Why persist in licking the boots of someone like him?”

His ink-dark eyes suddenly glinted with amusement. His deep voice carried a teasing undertone.

“Why not change flavors? Lick me instead. I’m better to lick than him.”

Wen Fu’s eyes widened in shock.

She never expected the famous, abstinent Shi heir—the untouchable “flower on a high mountain”—to say something so outrageous.

Clearly, he was openly teasing her.

Her face flushed with embarrassment and annoyance, her voice cold.

“Please stop at the next intersection.”

Even Assistant Nie Yan hadn’t expected his boss to suddenly flirt with Mrs. Lu of all people.

After all, women surrounded Mr. Shi constantly—gorgeous beauties, each with their own charms. He never gave them a second glance. Could it be that he had actually taken a fancy to Wen Fu?

Something felt terribly wrong—too wrong.

Sure, Miss Wen was a stunning beauty with fair skin and long legs.

But she was married. Could Mr. Shi really want to be a homewrecker? The thought made cold sweat bead on Nie Yan’s forehead.

Mr. Shi pressed his lips into a tight line, his expression unreadable. He didn’t speak, and Nie Yan didn’t know whether to stop the car or not.

Wen Fu, seeing the driver made no move, grew angrier. Her tone sharpened.

“I said, stop the car.”

Shi Yanbai’s dark eyes swept over her. She was surprisingly easy to provoke. After a moment’s silence, his voice dropped.

“Stop the car.”

When the Cayenne pulled over, Wen Fu’s face flushed with anger. She immediately opened the door and got out, throwing him a cold, mocking smile.

“Never thought the great Mr. Shi would have such a distasteful hobby—flirting with married women?”

With that, she slammed the door shut.

Shi Yanbai rubbed his temples, his gaze unconsciously lingering on her petite figure.

She wore a soft beige dress. Her hair was loosely pinned, a light purple crystal clip nestled in it, while the rest of her dark strands cascaded over her shoulders in slight disarray. The wind teased her skirt, stirring ripples through the fabric.

Her face was delicate as a lotus, fair and refined, her complexion smooth and tender.

Her bright, clear eyes carried an indescribable sadness, fragile and exquisite like fine porcelain.

Among all the dazzling beauties he had encountered, she wasn’t necessarily the most stunning.

But her delicate features left an impression that was hard to forget.

After a long pause, he finally withdrew his gaze and ordered faintly:

“Call her a taxi.”

Nie Yan hurriedly made a call.

Wen Fu had thought it would be hard to get a cab in the rain, but in less than two minutes, one rolled up to her.

She raised her hand, closed her umbrella as the taxi stopped, and climbed in.

From the nearby black Cayenne, Shi Yanbai watched her leave before commanding:

“Drive.”

Nie Yan glanced at his boss through the rearview mirror, puzzled.

“Mr. Shi, why are you suddenly so interested in Miss Wen?”

Shi Yanbai’s brows knitted, his voice low.

“Shut up and drive.”

Leaning lazily against the seat, he slowly closed his eyes.

But his mind involuntarily replayed the scenes from his dreams.

Within silk curtains, surrounded by incense, he and a woman tangled on an antique bed, lost in passion, inseparable in their desire.

Her delicate white hands were pinned by him, her body yielding, her tear-streaked face begging for mercy—every image vivid in his memory.

That woman was none other than Wen Fu.

He had only met her a few times before, exchanging a few polite words for appearance’s sake.

He knew she disliked him because of Lu Chenyi.

But for some reason, over the past three months, he had constantly dreamt these strange, lustful dreams.

At first, he thought maybe it was just celibacy affecting him—day thoughts turning into night dreams.

He even secretly consulted a psychologist, but they found nothing wrong. Especially in the past month, these dreams had become increasingly frequent.

And today, the moment he saw Wen Fu, he had an almost uncontrollable urge—to pin her beneath him, to devour her obsessively.

It was as if he were bewitched. If what he lacked was merely a woman to warm his bed…

Then that woman had to be Wen Fu.

And since he knew her marriage was already in ruins, her husband openly cheating with a mistress…

If he schemed carefully to claim her for himself, why not?