World 1: Morbid, Retired Military Third-Gen x Pitiful Original FL Colleague 16

Late at night, just as Fu Yu opened her tablet to catch up on a drama, her wrist was suddenly seized by a burning hot palm.

Huo Hanting’s damp black hair clung to his forehead, beads of water trailing down his collarbone and slipping beneath his loosely draped robe.

He pulled the robe open, revealing the well-defined muscles he’d been working on for months.

“What’s wrong?” Fu Yu took off her glasses, her fingers tracing over Huo Hanting’s firm muscles with fascination.

The body beneath her fingertips tensed instantly—she could clearly feel the flexing abs beneath her hand, like a caged predator trembling with restraint.

Huo Hanting took Fu Yu’s hand and pressed it against his abdomen, slowly guiding her fingers to spell out her name—“Fu Yu.”

“Ah Yu, I belong to you. Only you.”

“I know.”

Lust flickered in Fu Yu’s eyes.

Huo Hanting was the type of man who exuded raw, sexual tension. Especially when he had that cold, stern expression on—just a glance was enough to make one’s heart race and cheeks flush.

Desire is human nature.

And Fu Yu, as a mission-based strategy expert, was far from some ascetic. She was no stranger to indulgence.

Suddenly, Huo Hanting grabbed her hand and pressed it against the left side of his abdomen—where a fresh, still-healing tattoo now rested.

Her name, “Fu Yu,” inked in calligraphic script just above his V-line.

He guided her fingers along the inflamed skin, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I just got it this morning… hurt like hell during sterilization.”

“You…”

Fu Yu’s pupils shrank slightly, but her fingertips softly traced the swollen outline.

“Now, even if you close your eyes, you’ll be able to feel my mark. I belong to you.”

As he spoke, he lowered his head, gently kissing the corner of her lips.

If she didn’t want it, Huo Hanting would never touch her.

But once she did, he could no longer restrain the torrent of desire, inching closer and closer to her.

The air around them grew thick with heat.

Fu Yu suddenly flipped over and straddled him.

Her silk nightgown slid down her thighs.

She leaned down and bit Huo Hanting’s throat. Pleased by his hoarse groan, she purred lazily:

“You’ve been such a good boy… I really need to reward you properly.”

As she spoke, her lips softly met his…

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At three months pregnant, Fu Yu finally completed a breakthrough in her algorithm research—one that shattered current limits.

Her paper, published overnight, became the most sensational feature across major academic journals. It was even named one of Business Weekly’s “Top Ten World-Changing Algorithms of the Year.”

In the original timeline, all this glory had belonged to Gu Huai.

After Gu Huai’s downfall, the original FL had stayed by his side, helping him recover, even giving up her own research results selflessly.

She had willingly stepped back, letting Gu Huai be listed as first author.

Thanks to this, Gu Huai’s small company skyrocketed into a tech unicorn.

And yet, even then, he never truly cared for the woman by his side.

He was always trying to climb the social ladder, which was why he shamelessly simped over Chen Manzi, the daughter of a powerful family.

Of course, in this life, Gu Huai still recognized Fu Yu’s talent. That’s why he’d subtly and openly tried to invite her to work with him again.

But Fu Yu wasn’t that pitiful “simp” from her previous life anymore.

“This time, I’ll hold success firmly in my own hands.”

Fu Yu sneered.

The system muttered in complaint:

[Host, no wonder you suddenly got so motivated to work…]

“It’s not just for that reason,” Fu Yu replied as she stretched through her pregnancy-safe workout routine.

“As a professional mission repairer, I can’t interfere with the female lead’s plot. I definitely can’t harm her. That means that no matter how Chen Manzi mocks or provokes me, I can’t retaliate.”

“That’s part of my job.”

“But I’m no weak little lamb waiting to be slaughtered. If Chen Manzi wants to hurt me? She should be prepared to pay the price. I’ll make her feel true, soul-crushing despair.”

The system shuddered.

[So scary… Next time I’m not binding to Fu Yu again. I might not even know how I died.]

Fu Yu’s paper quickly gained widespread attention both at home and abroad.

But since she hadn’t revealed her identity, it wasn’t until the Huo Group posted a congratulatory announcement that the public learned:

Fu Yu is the wife of Huo Hanting, CEO of Huo Group.

Social media exploded instantly.

“I always thought it was just a business marriage—turns out it’s a power couple!”
“This sapiosexual ship is delicious! Mom, I believe in love again!”

The International Algorithm Awards even extended an invitation, giving her the “Best Algorithm Innovation Award” and inviting her to attend the ceremony in person.

Upon seeing the news, Huo Tailing glanced at her cold-faced older brother and mercilessly teased:

“See? Told you you’re not good enough for Sister. There are so many fresh young men overseas—pretty boys, puppy boys, wolfy boys. If you’re not careful, she’ll run off with one of them, and you won’t even have anyone to cry to!”

Before she could finish, Huo Hanting hurled a pillow at her.

“Where are you going?” Huo Tailing asked, rubbing her head.

“To go with her, obviously.”

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Huo Hanting had always been the center of attention. No matter where he went, he was surrounded by adoring crowds.

But this time, he was just a supporting character.

Fu Yu was the true star of the awards ceremony—the most dazzling presence in the room.

Huo Hanting suddenly felt a deep, gnawing fear.

Like he was slowly losing his grip on Fu Yu.

Dark, terrifying thoughts surfaced again:
Lock her away. Hide her. Let no one else see her, touch her—she should be his and his alone.

Midway through the ceremony, he made an excuse and left.

He went to the restroom, splashing cold water on his face over and over, trying to cool the thoughts raging in his mind.

“She’s stunning…”

“She has this… aura about her. The way she talks, her charisma—it’s intoxicating…”

Bang!

Huo Hanting grabbed the man who’d just walked into the bathroom.

The man froze—recognizing him instantly as Fu Yu’s husband.

“Sorry…” the man raised his hands awkwardly.

The tide of fear crashing in Huo Hanting’s chest finally overwhelmed his rationality.

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After the awards ceremony, Huo Hanting brought Fu Yu to a remote villa.

“This is…?”

Fu Yu glanced around.

This was the place, in the previous life, where Huo Hanting had imprisoned Chen Manzi—and where their relationship had ultimately imploded.

Huo Hanting forced himself to suppress the dark, filthy thoughts swirling inside him. He gave her a soft smile, trying his best to look “normal.”

“You’re about to give birth. Just in case, let’s stay here and wait for the baby. Okay?”

Fu Yu glanced at the skyrocketing “Yandere Meter” above his head.

They had finally reached this point.

In every yandere novel, the male lead would always end up imprisoning the one he loved most.

“I’m willing,” Fu Yu answered softly.