[ABO] The Despised One Becomes an Internet Sensation After Marriage - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

The primary target of this dinner party was Fu Shiyan.

Glory Group had flourished abroad over the past three years, seeing phenomenal growth, which led to this very gathering.

Under the table, a foot gently brushed against Fu Shiyan’s calf.

Fu Shiyan’s brow twitched imperceptibly, and he shifted his leg back slightly.

The legs beneath the table were relentless, chasing after him and nudging him little by little, like a persistent kitten.

Fu Shiyan maintained a stoic expression, dealing with the questions from the others as if nothing were happening.

Xu Zhimian bit his lip. He used his toes to hook Fu Shiyan’s trouser leg, teasingly stroking upward inch by inch. His eyes were fixed directly on Fu Shiyan as he licked his lips, his foot venturing toward the more private space between Fu Shiyan’s thighs—

“Mm…” Xu Zhimian let out a muffled groan. Fortunately, the others were talking, and the sound went unnoticed.

Wu Hang, sitting beside him, overheard and feigned concern. “What’s wrong?”

Xu Zhimian shook his head calmly. “I’m fine, President Wu.”

Just then, Fu Shiyan had clamped his knees shut, trapping Xu Zhimian’s foot, while his hand reached under the table to deliver a sharp, forceful squeeze to Xu Zhimian’s calf.

Xu Zhimian gritted his teeth, trying to withdraw his leg, but Fu Shiyan clamped down even harder.

“President Fu is truly a young talent. I’ve heard you’ve opened several more multinational branches abroad. I wonder if you’ve grown accustomed to the food there? We specifically prepared hometown dishes today.” Wu Hang stood up with his glass, ready to offer a toast.

Xu Zhimian’s eyelid jumped; his heart hammered against his ribs. Effectively belonging to Wu Hang’s party tonight, there was no reason for him to stay seated while Wu Hang was standing.

He tugged with more force, but he couldn’t break free. A cold sweat broke out on his skin. Biting his lower lip, he directed a damp, pleading gaze toward Fu Shiyan.

Fu Shiyan acted as if he saw nothing. He spoke lukewarmly: “My stomach problems have flared up recently. I can’t drink.”

He declined Wu Hang politely but firmly. Wu Hang wasn’t annoyed; instead, he laughed apologetically. “Ah, my mistake. I didn’t realize a young man like President Fu would suffer from such a grueling ailment. Sigh, health is everything. We must protect our bodies to keep making money, right?”

The others chimed in with agreement.

Xu Zhimian held that strained posture until his waist ached. Only then did Fu Shiyan release him. He cautiously withdrew his foot and, out of the corner of his eye, saw Fu Shiyan leave the room.

He stood up, excused himself to the restroom, and followed.

A hand suddenly lunged out, dragging him into an empty private room. Xu Zhimian was pressed into the sofa as the rich, heady scent of Brandy pheromones closed in. In the dim light, Fu Shiyan’s gaze was deep and dark, patrolling every inch of Xu Zhimian’s face.

He raised a hand, pressing his thumb against Xu Zhimian’s lips, grinding against them with an unreadable intent. “…Wu Hang can’t satisfy you?”

Xu Zhimian wrapped his arms around Fu Shiyan’s neck, his toes brushing against the man’s calf. His eyes were bright. “Sir, President Wu is not my benefactor.”

As he spoke, the warm tip of his tongue brushed inadvertently against Fu Shiyan’s fingertip. The man froze, then moved his hand down to grip Xu Zhimian’s chin, forcing it upward. His tone was laced with disbelief. “In the years I’ve been away, how many benefactors have you seduced?”

The leg Xu Zhimian was using to provoke Fu Shiyan stilled. He met the man’s oppressive gaze, then tilted his head, burying it very lightly against the crook of Fu Shiyan’s neck. The Brandy scent dispersed the discomfort he had felt during the dinner.

Xu Zhimian nuzzled in comfortably. “…Sir, you’ll know once you try.”

“…” A dark shadow flickered in Fu Shiyan’s eyes.

Xu Zhimian felt a sharp tug at his scalp as he was forced to tilt his head back. A scalding, fierce kiss descended upon him.

Fu Shiyan’s fingers threaded into his hair, applying pressure. His tongue breached his mouth, plundering every corner of his territory.

The sound of their frantic, wet entanglement filled the room—a fierce, inseparable collision of breath and desire.

It wasn’t until Xu Zhimian was gasping for air that Fu Shiyan loosened his grip and pulled back slightly. He reached up to wipe the moisture from Xu Zhimian’s lips. “…Still haven’t learned how to breathe?”

Xu Zhimian’s body was weak, his breathing ragged. After a few sharp gasps, he whispered, “…No. I’ve only ever kissed you, Sir.”

“Heh…” Fu Shiyan let out a soft chuckle. It was impossible to tell if he believed it or not.

As Fu Shiyan stood up, Xu Zhimian felt something cold pressed into his palm—a room key card.

Clutching it against his chest, he watched Fu Shiyan’s receding figure. A trace of gloom flickered in the depths of his eyes. I’m sorry, Mr. Fu. This time, I have no choice but to gamble everything.