Married to the Powerful Lord After Breaking Off the Engagement, I'm Spoiled Rotten

It was common knowledge that Xu Wanning was in love with Chen Bo'an. What no one knew, though, was that after five years of engagement, he had never so much as touched her. "Bo'an, today's our fifth engagement anniversary. When will you come?" Inside the private suite on the hotel's top floor, balloons dotted the ceiling and rose-shaped fairy lights covered the walls. Xu Wanning had been waiting since the agreed time of seven o'clock, and it was now past nine when she finally got through on the phone. "I'm busy." "Busy with what?" As soon as the words left her mouth, a soft, delicate voice rang out from the other end of the line. "Bo'an, I'm in so much pain." A sharp pang shot through Xu Wanning's heart. "Are you with Lu Xinyu?" she asked tentatively. "She's had an accident." "Why do you have to be the one to take care of it?" Xu Wanning could feel her voice trembling. "Or is it that she matters more to you than I do?" "Must you pick a fight with me right now?!" In an instant, it felt as if something inside Xu Wanning's head had exploded with a deafening crash. Her eyes reddened, her heart sank inch by inch into the depths of the ocean, and a cold chill wrapped around her entire body. She opened her mouth, but it took a long while before she managed to speak. "In that case, let's call off the engagement." She had thought that at the very least, he would say something to comfort her. Instead, the line went dead with a click. Xu Wanning let out a bitter laugh, her eyes filling with tears. What had she even been expecting? She picked up the opened bottle of red wine and drank straight from the mouth, gulping it down. …… By the time she left the suite, it was already past eleven o'clock at night. Xu Wanning stepped into the elevator, then turned around and saw a man standing outside. Dressed in a black suit, he stood tall and straight, with sharp, chiseled features. His eyes were lowered, making his already imposing aura even more overpowering. The man was also looking at her. She was wearing a crow-blue cheongsam, her cheeks flushed a bright crimson like burning peach blossoms. Her apricot-shaped eyes and delicate eyebrows framed a stunning face, and her waist was slender and soft. The cheongsam slit ran all the way up to the middle of her thighs, and with every movement she made, her long, fair legs were on display, utterly captivating. She was a blend of pure elegance and seductive charm, oozing grace and allure. But she reeked of alcohol. The man's eyes darkened slightly. He had no intention of getting on the elevator—until the woman inside suddenly took two steps forward. She reached out, hooked her fingers around his tie, and pulled him into the elevator with her. The next second, her warm, flushed body pressed against his. The suddenness of the move made every muscle in his body tense up instantly, freezing him stiff. In the split second of his hesitation, the woman in his arms had tiptoed up and kissed him. Her lips were soft and hot. Her body, though, was unsteady, stumbling as if she could barely stand. Just as she was about to slip out of his embrace, he reached out and wrapped his arm tightly around her waist. Their bodies pressed close together, and Xu Wanning felt a jolt run through her. By the time she regained her senses, she was already pinned against the elevator wall by the man. The cold metal of the wall pressed against her back, while the man in front of her was setting her body on fire, kissing her hungrily—possessive, dominant, and relentless. The contrast between the cold behind her and the heat in front was too much to bear. She could only whimper softly, like a tiny kitten. Her voice was soft and coquettish, even more enticing. The elevator was slowly descending, and she felt as if she was being pulled into an abyss of desire by him. "Ding—" The elevator reached the first floor. The intimate moment came to an abrupt halt. Xu Wanning's fingers were still tangled in his tie as she whispered, "Take me away." The woman in front of him was leaning weakly against his body, her warm breath fanning his face. It was an invitation. A temptation. The man's eyes darkened further, and his Adam's apple bobbed gently. Between adults, some things didn't need to be said out loud—they could be understood with just one look. And besides, she was being so bold, so forward.