Fu Sici’s gaze landed on the photo, and his previously arrogant, defiant look instantly transformed. The oppressive aura around him cooled to an almost unbearable degree in an instant.

In the picture, she was nestled against a man’s side, her eyebrows and eyes curved gently, filled with tender affection.

The man wore a pristine white shirt, his features exquisitely refined—his brows and eyes like a painting—and his overall demeanor was ethereal and otherworldly.

His gaze toward her was so soft it seemed as if water could drip from it.

He was handsome yet beautiful, a stark contrast to Fu Sici’s brooding, icy, and commanding presence—a perfect blend of tenderness and purity.

Fu Sici’s pupils contracted sharply; he knew this was the kind of image that could truly win over Su Qingyue’s heart.

Deep within his dark eyes surged overwhelming jealousy, the veins at his temple throbbing faintly. His hard, cold jawline was clenched tight, and his chest rose and fell violently.

His voice was hoarse and low, each word squeezed out between gritted teeth, laced with a fury that seemed capable of destroying everything:

“Who is he? Su Qingyue! Tell me—who the hell is this!”

In his raging gaze lay a barely perceptible trace of panic and fear—fear that she might actually give him that answer, fear that she really did have someone else. At that moment, there wasn’t a shred of his usual icy aloofness left; all that remained was unbridled, obsessive possessiveness.

“Oh, him? He’s my boyfriend from overseas. He’s so handsome and beautiful—you’d be lucky to lose to him, Fu Sici,” she said.

Watching him rage uncontrollably, the faint flutter of unease and excitement stirred up by his kiss in her heart was instantly replaced by a satisfying sense of triumph.

She tilted her chin up, her posture bright and boldly provocative, a smile spreading wider and wider across her lips.

“When he finishes his business over there, he’ll come find me. If you’ve got time, I’ll introduce you two. After all, you’re technically my ex—might as well meet. We’re all friends, right?”

She wanted to infuriate him—to make him lose control! She wanted him to feel what it was like to have his emotions so thoroughly stirred, to slowly repay every bit of the resentment she’d kept buried in her heart all those years.

“Did you two…?” His sinister, violent, reddened eyes locked onto her.

The sudden question sent a chill down her spine, and she straightened her back to steel herself.

“Of course! Isn’t that what boyfriends and girlfriends do? He’s so gentle—he wouldn’t even hurt me a little. Unlike you, who’s so rough even when you kiss.”

“Su Qingyue! You’re asking for death!” Bloodshot red veins glinted in his eyes, and his somber face felt as cold as a layer of ice.

“Let go! You’re hurting me! Fu Sici!”

Without the slightest mercy, he gripped her wrist tightly and dragged her over, then roughly flung her onto the sofa in the private room before leaning down and pinning her beneath him.

His gaze was crazed with obsession and possessiveness—terrifyingly sinister—and his large hand clamped down on her chin, lifting it up.

“How dare you?! What did you promise me? Only me! Only mine! I haven’t even tasted you yet—did you already do it with someone else?!”

Her strapless little dress was yanked down in one sharp tug, and the sudden chill against her chest made her reach up to cover herself in alarm.

“Hehe… What are you hiding? You’ll just take it off again later anyway, won’t you?”

He looked down at her from above, his murderous aura almost consuming her.

As he began stripping off one luxurious haute couture suit after another, her heart started to race with panic and fear.

“What… what are you trying to do? Fu, Fu Sici, please don’t go too far…” Her voice trembled with helplessness.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m going to take you—haven’t you had experience before? Asking such a stupid question, Su Qingyue—it’s what you owe me…”

Before she could finish speaking, he suddenly leaned down and kissed her slender, pale neck, biting and sucking with a ferocity that bordered on madness—a wild, irresistible, and utterly dominating assault.

“Fu, Fu Sici! Are you crazy? You’re out of your mind!”

End of Chapter 5: Want to Get Married? Only If He Dies