After Dumping the Younger Boyfriend, the Beijing Elite Heir Drops the Act
When her fiancé cheated on her, Li Jiuwei didn't argue or make a scene—instead, she quietly began supporting a young "wolf pup." Her fiancé’s friends all placed bets on when she would finally explode. Everyone was convinced she was hopelessly in love with her fiancé, merely playing hard to get. But one day, the wolf pup knelt before her in grand fashion and declared, “Jiuwei, will you marry me?” The onlookers cheered him on, the atmosphere electric. Li Jiuwei looked at his resolute expression, smiled, and took out a diamond ring. “Sorry, I’m already engaged.” The wolf pup’s heart shattered. Li Jiuwei transferred him a breakup fee. Enraged, he roared on the spot, “You dare break up with me? You actually dare break up with me? Li Jiuwei, take back what you just said and I’ll let the past go.” Unexpectedly, someone had captured the proposal, and in an instant, it caused a sensation in their circle. Her fiancé, burning with fury, demanded, “Who exactly is that man?” Her fiancé had fathered a child with her own sister. Her family betrayed her, tried to drive her out of the company, and seize what her grandfather had left her; he had no right to question her. Surrounded by enemies and forced into a desperate corner, Li Jiuwei had no choice but to seek out the mysterious crown prince of the capital. But when she saw the prince surrounded by admirers, the always composed Li Jiuwei’s expression changed dramatically. How had the “poor college student” she was supporting turned out to be the crown prince of the capital? And she’d just broken up with him—what now?
After Dumping the Younger Boyfriend, the Beijing Elite Heir Drops the Act
Hotel.
“Sister, I want you—”
The man, aggrieved, caressed her leg.
Li Jiuwei’s delicate figure stiffened slightly. She shot him a sidelong glance, her voice trembling, “Feng Su, stop.”
“Sister, don’t you like it?”
“No, I don’t!” Li Jiuwei gritted her teeth.
“Liar. Clearly, you like it.” Feng Su grew even more audacious. Li Jiuwei’s elegant brows furrowed; she lowered her head and bit his shoulder.
Rather than anger, Feng Su became more clingy, his gaze burning with desire.
Li Jiuwei grasped his chin, boldly surveying his face.
Feng Su gave her a flirtatious smile. “What kind of me do you want tonight, Sister? I promise I’ll cooperate obediently.”
“Smooth talker. I came today to discuss something with you.”
“Can’t we talk after we’re done?” His hands were warm and strong.
Li Jiuwei stroked his handsome face, lips curving into a smile. “Very well, then.” After all, she might never enjoy such a rare treat again.
Quick as lightning, Feng Su pinned her in his embrace, tearing at her dress.
“Sister… you smell so sweet.”
…
When the storm of passion finally subsided,
Beauty nestled in his arms, her lips crimson, like a rain-kissed rose bursting with allure.
Holding her close, Feng Su leaned to her ear and whispered tenderly, “Sister, let’s continue…”
Li Jiuwei pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, her voice soft, “Feng Su, let’s end this.”
The affection in Feng Su’s eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by clarity.
His face darkened. “What do you mean?”
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