Chapter 26: Lin Ying
The female voice outside the door fell silent for a moment, then knocked twice more. When there was still no response, she continued:
“No wonder he suddenly became so cold toward Mu Jiaojiao. So it turns out he already has a woman in his arms. But is he crazy? Who in their right mind gets married in the apocalypse? Who can be sure they’ll even be alive tomorrow!”
The woman outside vented relentlessly, releasing all her anger and frustration even without an audience. She pounded on Fu Xingyan’s office door with her fists until it echoed loudly.
Fu Xingyan’s initial passion instantly faded. As the woman’s furious cursing and complaints continued, he gradually calmed down, especially when he heard the words “marriage,” causing a sharp pang in his heart and an involuntary frown.
He sighed helplessly, wiped away the traces on the desk with a few tissues, straightened his clothes, put on the golden-rimmed glasses from the desk, and resumed his aloof, noble “high mountain flower” demeanor.
With long strides, he reached the door in a few steps. Opening it, he saw Lin Ying’s face flushed with anger.
Fu Xingyan subtly frowned, his expression cold, and feigned ignorance as he asked in a deep voice:
“What’s the matter?”
Lin Ying laughed angrily. “Are you pretending to be ignorant? You dare tell me you didn’t know the city lord was getting married?”
The words stabbed at Fu Xingyan like knives, and he struggled to keep his breathing steady, summoning all his strength to stop his voice from trembling.
“When did he say he wanted to get married?”
Lin Ying’s eyes were bloodshot, and she patted her thighs in frustration. “It was his decision just now. When I went to see him, Secretary Jian told me. She said the city lord and his wife are newlyweds and will have a couple of days alone together, so I shouldn’t disturb him for now.”
Fu Xingyan gave a bitter smile. “If he’s already decided, who can convince him to take it back?”
Lin Ying felt a twinge of jealousy for the woman who had captured the seemingly impenetrable Fu Xingchen’s heart.
She had used every possible means to get close to Fu Xingchen, yet not only did she fail to gain even a glance from him, she ended up hurt so often she was constantly in the hospital.
And now, in just a few months of her business trip, a completely mysterious woman appeared—one who could endure Fu Xingchen’s outpouring of powers and even make him, the high and unattainable “high mountain flower,” propose marriage on his own. How could she possibly be an ordinary woman?
“Have you met the city lord’s wife? Does she have extraordinary abilities? Or is she as beautiful as a goddess? Could she be even more stunning than a pampered young lady like Mu Jiaojiao?”
Fu Xingyan clenched his fists at his sides as he thought of Shao Leyan’s face, his tone growing colder.
“You’ll find out if you go see for yourself.”
He didn’t want to say more and was about to close the door when Lin Ying blocked it with her hand, fearing rejection. She forced a smile and hurriedly said:
“Don’t bury yourself in work every day and ignore everything outside. Come with me!”
Fu Xingyan looked down at Lin Ying, her hands clasped together and eyes pleading. Unsure if it was to help her or to satisfy his own longing, he ultimately agreed to her request.
City Lord’s Palace
Shao Leyan felt like a lone little boat thrown into the vast sea, drifting aimlessly as the surging waves collided around her.
Thunder struck from the sky, trying to tear her apart, yet she remained unharmed, even immersed in it, willingly letting the sea and lightning toy with her.
Fu Xingchen held her soft, fragile body tightly in his arms, overwhelmed with unprecedented satisfaction.
Earlier, he had some city affairs to handle, but he also took the opportunity to inform his secretary to make his relationship with Shao Leyan public.
He wanted everyone in the apocalypse, including the zombie city under Shi Huai’s rule, to hear the news.
And at the upcoming dual-city conference in a month, he would openly attend with his wife, Shao Leyan, proving to all that she was the partner he had chosen—the true City Lord’s wife.
The thought excited Fu Xingchen more and more. His body reacted instinctively, and he buried himself deeper into Shao Leyan’s shoulder, even before she fully woke.
Shao Leyan, barely conscious, let out soft murmurs. Her gentle breaths and low, alluring sighs made Fu Xingchen’s throat tighten, his entire body burning with heat.
After many intimate encounters, she was accustomed to his actions and reactions. The soft flesh of her feet lightly traced circles on his waist, her supple right hand explored his taut abdomen, and her pale left fingertips caressed his moving Adam’s apple.
Summoning her courage, she tried the intimate address she had never been allowed in her previous life:
“Darling.”
Warm, wet breaths brushed her earlobe, and before she could feel nervous, Fu Xingchen responded urgently and excitedly:
“Yes, I’m here, Yan Yan.”
Shao Leyan was moved beyond words. In her previous life, after marrying into the Xiao family, Xiao Yi never allowed her to call him “husband,” insisting she address him as “brother.”
But now, they were no longer childhood siblings—they were a married couple on the household register.
Xiao Yi never treated her as a wife, but now, saying the intimate words she longed for brought tears to her eyes.
Before her tears could fall, Fu Xingchen’s tongue swept them away, mixing with sweat and saliva and swallowing them into his body.
He trailed kisses from her forehead down to her jelly-like, soft lips, nibbling and sucking as if savoring a lollipop.
Her naturally rosy lips glistened with moisture, but Fu Xingchen still wasn’t satisfied, lost in the moment, unwilling to leave.
“Yan Yan.”
Shao Leyan’s fingers dug into his firm back muscles, responding instinctively with a soft, alluring voice that made hearts race.
“Mm.”
Fu Xingchen’s heart tightened. He increased his force, fierce like a beast that had lost all reason.
Two surging waves collided, each refusing to yield, vying for possession.
“Ah!”
Shao Leyan’s scalp tingled, her eyelids lifting. Even with the side effects of her powers giving her high pain tolerance, she trembled uncontrollably from the heat.
Fu Xingchen’s broad shoulders, narrow waist, and strong, tall body enveloped Shao Leyan’s perfectly proportioned figure. Afterward, his handsome face buried itself in her chest, a satisfied smile on his lips.
“Before, I thought that as the lord of a city, my fate in the apocalypse was to die protecting more living people.
But now, I realize, even if I die on your body, I’m willing.”
Shao Leyan’s heart, no larger than a fist, throbbed painfully. Her lips were tight; she couldn’t smile at all.
Her entire body felt as if her bones had been dismantled and haphazardly reassembled; even lifting her hand was exhausting. Yet, her pale fingertips found Fu Xingchen’s chest and pinched with all her remaining strength.
