Jiangcheng, Lewan International — Golf Club.

Inside the restroom, two girls were whispering to each other.

“Did you see that? Ye Luoluo and President Mu stood right in front of each other and didn’t even say hi. Like total strangers.”

“Rich family marriages with no feelings? Happens all the time. And didn’t you notice the woman with President Mu? I heard she’s his white moonlight. They were the golden couple back then, who knew Ye Luoluo would jump in halfway.”

“Ye Luoluo’s always trending for ‘picking men’ in the entertainment world, while President Mu and his white moonlight stick together all day under the excuse of work. Tsk, that circle is seriously messy.”

“Enough. Shut up. It won’t end well if someone hears us.”

Their voices slowly faded away.

Inside a stall, Ye Luoluo had one hand clamped over Mu Yunting’s mouth, the other pressed against his solid chest.

As the main character of all that gossip, she was about to roll her eyes out of her head.

This marriage was nothing more than a dealso how did she end up being the bad guy?

Absolute bullshit.

“Enjoying what you’re touching?”

His hot breath brushed against her palm, making it itch like crazy. Ye Luoluo quickly let go.

She smiled sweetly. “Didn’t know President Mu picked up a hobby of sneaking into women’s bathrooms after three months apart.”

Mu Yunting’s brows darkened. He grabbed her wrists, pinned them above her head, and leaned down, trapping her.

His black pants pressed tightly against her white pleated skirt, no space at all.

Their breaths tangled as he looked down at her furious almond shaped eyes.

“You bolt the second you see me. Isn’t that basically inviting me to chase you?”

Ye Luoluo laughed in disbelief. “I was afraid looking at trash would give me an eye infection.”

She’d finally wrapped up filming and just wanted to relax. Running into him was the last thing she wanted.

“Get out. Or I’m calling someone.”

Mu Yunting’s eyes went dark. “Go ahead. Let them see how affectionate we are as a married couple.”

Ye Luoluo was speechless. How could someone be this shameless?

Suddenly, she smiled. Dimples appeared as her eyes softened, slow and teasing, locking onto his dark gaze.

Her voice turned syrupy sweet. “You sure you want your white moonlight watching our ‘married couple moment’?”

“Jealous?”

His tone was calm, but there was a faint hint of expectation buried deep inside.

Ye Luoluo went silent.

Jealous?

Putting lipstick on crap doesn’t make it smell any better.

She had a whole lineup waiting why would she be jealous?

Thinking that, she narrowed her eyes, rose onto her toes, and closed her lips around his moving Adam’s apple.

The moment his body stiffened and his grip tightened around her wrist, she smiled in victory.

That warm, wet sensation sent a jolt straight through Mu Yunting’s body. His breathing instantly went uneven.

Mu Yunting pinched her waist, voice low and rough. “Ye Luoluo, you’re playing with fire.”

She blinked her innocent big eyes. “So… you want me to put it out? Or make it burn hotter?”

Before the words even settled, he lunged like a wild animal, rough and unforgiving, sealing her lips.

When he relaxed for just a second, she bit down hard on his tongue.

She didn’t let go until she tasted blood. Then she stomped on his foot and shoved him away.

By the time she finished that smooth escape, Ye Luoluo was already gone.

The stall fell silent, leaving only Mu Yunting behind.

He pressed his sore tongue against his cheek, a faint smile lingering in his dark eyes.

Little wild cat.

Still sharp as ever.

That night, Night Feast Bar was hosting Mask Night.

Ye Luoluo wore a cat mask, leaning lazily against the bar.

Her pale fingers twirled a curl of hair, and the light green slip dress made her look soft and unreal.

Her phone suddenly lit up. She picked it up and opened Weibo.

She was trending again.

#Fake rich couple appears together for the first time after marriage, look like strangers#

#Marriage of convenience falling apart, divorce countdown begins#

Ye Luoluo pressed her lips together. Boring. Zero creativity.

In the photo, Mu Yunting stood at the front of the crowd, dressed in black. Tall, commanding, cold and distant.

She stood farther away, posture perfect as she swung a golf club.

The next photo caught her walking off, while Mu Yunting chatted with the woman beside him.

She couldn’t be bothered arguing with brainless trolls. They were just bored out of their minds.

Thankfully, the topic vanished seconds later.

She put her phone down and headed straight for the dance floor.

Under the lights, she moved like something out of a forest wild and magnetic.

Men came over to flirt, and she didn’t avoid it at all, having a blast.

Until a pair of hands suddenly landed on her waist from behind.

Her expression instantly turned cold. She hated people who pulled that kind of crap.

Just as she was about to grab his arm and flip him, her body was spun around and slammed into a broad chest.

She looked up. The man wore a mask and a suit, but those thin, sexy lips gave him away instantly.

Her fake husband.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, soft and relaxed, smiling sweetly. “What are you doing here?”

Mu Yunting glanced at her skimpy outfit, his voice icy. “Grandpa saw the trending news. He told me to take you home.”

Her face went blank as she pushed him away.

Figures—always hiding behind Grandpa.

She’d barely taken two steps when she was suddenly lifted into the air. Dizzy, she realized she’d been thrown over his shoulder.

She started yelling for help.

He smacked her butt. “Stop it.”

Her face burned. He actually dared to spank her in public.

She yelled even louder. “Help! This guy’s a pervert!”

Another slap landed as he warned quietly, “Behave.”

Humiliated to death, she covered her mask and finally shut up.

Outside the bar, he shoved her into the car. Her head was buzzing as she ripped off the mask and threw it at him.

“Mu Yunting, what the hell are you doing? You crossed the line!”

He calmly removed his own mask, silver wedding ring catching the light, revealing his sharp face and that cool, sexy tear mole by his eye.

“And you forgot who crossed it first?”

Her ears turned red instantly.

Who would’ve thought she—Ye Luoluo, queen of walking through men untouched—would fall for Mu Yunting twice?

She snapped, flustered. “It’s not like I didn’t compensate you!”

Before marriage, she’d banned him from her bed. Then on their wedding night, she pounced on him herself. Guilty, she’d thrown him an unlimited black card.

Mu Yunting pulled her straight onto his lap.

As she struggled, her strap slipped, exposing smooth skin.

He lowered his eyes and took it all in.

When he looked back up, she swallowed hard.

The last time she saw those dangerous eyes, she cried all night…

His voice went low. “I’ve got a black card too. Does that mean I can—”

She immediately covered his mouth, baring her teeth. “No.”

Three strikes and she’s out. If it happened again, she’d be a dog.

Her eyes were clear, embarrassed, furious and way too tempting.

His throat moved. He grabbed her hand, pinned it behind her, and kissed her hard, silencing her curses.

The tension from earlier picked right back up.

The divider slid up quietly.

At some point, her green dress rode up her thigh, pale skin brushing against black fabric.

His hand found every sensitive spot. Her body trembled, curses dissolving into breathless gasps.

Her cheeks burned red, her mind fuzzy.

Her fingers clutched his collar, lashes trembling, her body melting completely.

The heat climbed higher and higher—

Just as things were about to go too far, a sharp ringtone cut through the air.

Ye Luoluo slowly came back to her senses, opening eyes misted with a watery haze.

Weakly, she pushed against his chest. “Your phone.”

“Focus.”

Mu Yunting buried his face in her neck, his hot lips biting down on her small earlobe like a punishment.

Ye Luoluo gasped without warning. His back stiffened instantly, and just as he was about to go further, the phone rang again—

determined to shatter the tension between them.

By the third ring, whatever mood they’d had was completely gone.

Her cheeks burning, Ye Luoluo scrambled off his lap, hurriedly fixing her wrinkled dress.

Mu Yunting’s brows were clouded with irritation.

He grabbed a tissue, wiped his hands, and answered the call.

The moment it connected, a panicked female voice came through.

Ye Luoluo knew exactly who it was.

She quietly rolled down the window. When the night wind rushed in, she could no longer hear what was being said.

Her heart, which had been racing just moments ago, slowly calmed down.

She didn’t know how long passed before Mu Yunting ended the call and reached over to close the window.

“It’s cold at night.”

Ye Luoluo pressed her lips together and curled up in the corner.

Mu Yunting explained on his own. “It was Shen Manqing. She came to Jiangcheng with me on a business trip. Something happened at Night Feast.”

He stared at her closely, like he was trying to read something from her face.

Ye Luoluo rubbed the fabric in her palm, calm and reasonable.

“Then you should go. We’re just in a contract marriage anyway. What you have with her isn’t my business, and you don’t need to explain it to me.”

Mu Yunting let out a soft laugh. “Looks like I married a very sensible, generous wife.”

He looked away, a flicker of disappointment flashing through his dark eyes.

Thinking of the photo she’d hidden on her phone—with another man—his expression turned colder.

He lowered the divider and said flatly to the driver, Assistant Yan, “Back to Night Feast.”

The atmosphere cooled for no clear reason.

Ye Luoluo didn’t catch the sarcasm in his tone and tapped the driver’s seat.

“Assistant Yan, pull over. I can get back myself.”

She had zero interest in being a third wheel.

Mu Yunting’s voice was icy. “Letting you go back alone would be hard to explain.”

“Oh.”

The car soon stopped again in front of Night Feast. Mu Yunting opened the door and got out without hesitation.

The door slammed shut, startling Ye Luoluo.

She pouted. What was his problem now…

When Mu Yunting came back with people, Ye Luoluo was nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s Madam?”

The dark tone made Assistant Yan swallow nervously.

“A guy tried to flirt with her… and Madam got into his car…”

He hadn’t expected Madam to be so carefree. In the end, it was probably because she didn’t care at all.

At that moment, Ye Luoluo was laughing heartlessly in a friend’s car when her phone suddenly lit up with a message from Mu Yunting.

【Where are you? I promised Grandpa I’d take you home.】

She blinked. She’d thought he probably wouldn’t be going back tonight.

Since he was at least keeping his word, she replied: 【I’ll wait for you at Bai Residence.】

At the entrance of Bai Residence, Ye Luoluo waited about ten minutes before Mu Yunting arrived.

After getting out of the car, he walked ahead with a cold face, radiating pure “don’t mess with me” energy.

Right before entering the villa, Ye Luoluo jogged to catch up.

“Once we’re inside, cooperate with me. You absolutely can’t let Grandpa know I went to a bar.”

Mu Yunting said nothing. Just as Ye Luoluo was about to poke him, Bai Zheng’s voice rang out.

“I already know.”

So Ye Luoluo got punished again.

Standing at attention in the living room with a bowl of water balanced on her head.

She muttered unhappily, “Grandpa, I’m an adult. Don’t I get to save some face?”

“You’re married and still sneaking off to bars?”

She immediately shot Mu Yunting a pleading look, begging him to speak up for her.

“You think I can’t see that?”

She pouted. Only then did Mu Yunting step in.

“Grandpa, I’ve been too busy lately and neglected Luoluo. Reporters like to make things up. I hope it didn’t upset you.”

“I’m not upset. I’m just worried about you two as a couple.”

Seeing Grandpa’s expression soften, Ye Luoluo handed the bowl to a servant and ran over to hug Bai Zheng’s arm, acting spoiled.

“Grandpa, if you take his side, I’ll be really hurt.”

Bai Zheng snorted and tapped her forehead.

Then his sharp eyes noticed her bare finger, and his temper flared again.

“Where’s your wedding ring?!”

Ye Luoluo: “……”

She suddenly realized she hadn’t seen that ring in ages.

She instinctively glanced at Mu Yunting’s hand—his silver wedding band sat neatly on his ring finger, catching the light.

…Yeah. Her mistake.

Mu Yunting looked at her leisurely.

Ye Luoluo made something up with a straight face. “I was filming and didn’t want to damage it, so I left it with my manager.”

The next second, Mu Yunting pulled the ring out of his pocket.

Ye Luoluo: “……”

Was he professionally trained to embarrass her?

Under Grandpa’s sharp gaze, she sweetly held out her hand, wiggling her fingers for him to put it on.

She smiled through clenched teeth. “My manager gave it to you, right?”

As Mu Yunting slid the ring on, he replied casually, “Found it on the bathroom sink the day after the wedding.”

“……” He did this on purpose.

She got lectured by Grandpa again.

After being sent back to their room, Ye Luoluo followed Mu Yunting, hands on her hips, furious.

“You did that on purpose!”

Mu Yunting suddenly stopped. She crashed straight into him, clutching her nose in pain. When she looked up, he was already leaning down.

Step by step, he closed in, casting a heavy shadow over her.

Her back hit the door, eyes lifted warily.

“Y-you… what are you doing?”

Mu Yunting braced his hands on either side of her head.

His dark eyes were like a massive whirlpool—she felt like her soul was about to get sucked in.

She didn’t dare move. Even breathing felt difficult.

He took her pale little hand and stared at the wedding ring, enunciating each word.

“A small warning. Take it off again, and I’ll take you to get a wedding ring tattooed.”

As he turned away, a strange scent of women’s perfume drifted into her nose.

Ye Luoluo snapped.

She raised her hand to take off the ring—but it was like he had eyes on the back of his head. He immediately turned around and shot her a cold look.

She froze mid-motion, a chill crawling up her spine.

Truth was, Mu Yunting scared her a little.

He was the type who meant what he said.

And she hated pain.

Knowing when to back down, she snorted and ran into the bathroom first, slamming the door shut to vent her frustration.

She regretted not learning proper self-defense from Xiao Budian back then—her half-baked skills were barely enough to tickle Mu Yunting.

When she finished washing up and came out, he was gone.

She flopped onto the pink bed, hugging her LinaBell plushie, texting her best friend Yaoyao to complain about how restricted married life was.

【This is so unfair. Men are such hypocrites. They can flirt around, but my baby can’t even have fun freely anymore.】

Feeling like she’d found an ally, Ye Luoluo typed away furiously.

【Wuwuwu, you really get me, Yaoyao.】

Then Yaoyao suddenly switched gears.

【So… did you and President Mu do it? Is he any good?】

Yaoyao had been dying to know this forever.

Mu Yunting had been taken back to the Mu family at fifteen. Since taking over Mu Group, he’d been ruthless, decisive, straddling both sides of the law—a cold-faced king no one in the capital dared provoke.

Naturally, he also topped every “girls want to sleep with him” list.

Ye Luoluo hesitated, certain shameless images flashing through her mind.

Especially the feeling of his chest under her palms, strong and steady… and those big hands on her waist…

Her face burned. She shook her head hard.

To be fair, Mu Yunting’s face was flawless, his body exactly her type—lean in clothes, powerful without.

But his personality? Annoying as hell.

So she decided to ruin his reputation.

【All talk, zero action type.】

【No way!】

Ye Luoluo’s pale legs swung lazily as she doubled down.

【Yep. Weak but loves to play.】

“Got guts, trashing my reputation like that?”

A creepy voice suddenly came from behind her.

Ye Luoluo jumped, her hand slipping as she accidentally tapped the voice message Liu Siyao had just sent.

【I seriously feel bad for you. A man who can’t perform is just embarrassing. When you’re back in the capital, I’ll take you out hunting—guaranteed broad shoulders, narrow hips, and a six-pack.】

The room went awkwardly silent.

The disgust spilling out of the phone seemed to hover in the air.

Ye Luoluo watched Mu Yunting’s face grow darker by the second and hurriedly shoved her phone under the pillow.

Mu Yunting leaned over, planting his hands on either side of her. His narrow eyes slowly narrowed, dangerous.

“Who was it that grabbed my hand in the middle of the night, crying and begging me to stop… then spent the next day chugging honey water to soothe her throat?”

Ye Luoluo’s cheeks flushed pink.

Seeing him about to press down on her, she didn’t have time to think—she bent her legs and kicked him in the chest.

“Why is your mouth louder than the old ladies chopping chili peppers at the village entrance?”

As she struggled, the thin strap of her nightgown slid down, the hem riding up and revealing her smooth, pale legs and skin.

Mu Yunting’s gaze darkened, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

Following his eyes, Ye Luoluo realized how exposed she was and quickly fixed her clothes.

The moment her hands and legs loosened, his solid body pressed down on her.

Mu Yunting’s thin lips brushed against her flushed ear, his low, hazy voice an invitation.

“Everything you like, I’ve got. No need to go looking elsewhere.”

His breath and voice went straight through her ears. Her heart raced, toes curling on their own.

His lips traced the curve of her ear, like he was casting a spell, slowly stripping away her rationality.

He hit her sensitive spots with ease, draining her strength in seconds.

“Mu Yunting, get away from me!”

The words came out soft, completely lacking威慑力—more like playful resistance than real protest.

“Weren’t you pretty bold when you were teasing me earlier?”

Ye Luoluo instinctively grabbed his bathrobe, feeling like she was being led by the nose.

She’d only been brave in the heat of the moment.

When it came to the real thing, she totally chickened out.

Just as she was about to drown in his ragged breathing, a familiar warm flow suddenly hit her.

She snapped awake.

She… might’ve gotten her period.

She almost fell for that jerk’s pretty-boy trap.

Her hand around his head tugged at his hair.

“Mu Yunting, no.”

He slowly lifted his head, dark eyes blazing as they locked onto her flushed face.

His voice was hoarse as hell. “We’re already on the highway and now you’re telling me to get off?”

His look was terrifying—like he’d devour her whole and leave no bones behind.

But for once, she wasn’t scared. She smiled sweetly.

“I got my period.”

It was like dumping a bucket of ice water over him.

A man with the arrow on the string didn’t believe it—he had to check himself.

His movement made Ye Luoluo yelp.

“Mu Yunting, you变态！”

Yep. She really did get her period.

Mu Yunting’s mood turned dark. He bit down hard on her neck before finally pulling away and heading to the bathroom.

Hearing the sound of running water, Ye Luoluo happily rolled around on the bed twice.

Hmph. Served you right.

But seriously—was this man part dog?! Her neck hurt like hell.

She tidied up and lay on her side when Mu Yunting came out, his face cold as ice.

She grinned without even trying to hide it.

After a moment of silence, the man deliberately turned away.

“I’ll sleep in the guest room.”

The smile on Ye Luoluo’s face vanished instantly. She jumped off the bed and grabbed him.

“You did that on purpose! You want Grandpa to find out and put a curse on me, don’t you?!”

Petty dog! He knew Grandpa liked to eavesdrop!

Seeing him unmoved, she gently tugged at his clothes.

“Mu Yunting… my stomach hurts.”

And it really did, faintly aching.

She’d grown up spoiled by her grandpa and barely suffered in life—

except when it came to her period. When it hurt, it showed no mercy.

Her voice softened. Mu Yunting couldn’t keep teasing her anymore.

He went downstairs to make her brown sugar water. After she drank it, he pulled out a White Rabbit candy from his suit pocket, peeled it, and popped it into her mouth.

She always liked this when she felt bad.

Ye Luoluo looked surprised. “You like this candy too?”

Mu Yunting stayed silent, his narrow eyes holding unreadable meaning.

She didn’t press him, happily chewing away.

She patted the empty side of the bed.

“Since you behaved pretty well, I’ll give you half the bed.”

As she drifted off, her stomach still felt a little uncomfortable.

Mu Yunting seemed to notice and reached out to massage it. When the pain eased, she didn’t stop him.

Late into the night, she fell asleep comfortably.

Mu Yunting carefully turned off the nightlight, his eyes landing on the candy wrapper on the nightstand.

He remembered the first time he met her—

like a little angel dropping from the sky, smiling brightly as she handed him a White Rabbit candy.

He’d kept that candy for over ten years.

After meeting her again, he’d gotten into the habit of carrying some with him.

The next day.

When Ye Luoluo woke up, the person beside her was already gone.

She lazily rolled over, remembering how she’d half-woken the night before to find a big hand still gently rubbing her stomach…

A tiny bit touched. Just a tiny bit.

That feeling vanished completely when she saw the hickey on her neck in the mirror.

Downstairs, Mu Yunting and Grandpa were having breakfast, laughing happily.

She had no idea how Mu Yunting managed to charm Grandpa so thoroughly.

Only she knew the real Mu Yunting—

a textbook Scorpio man: scheming, sneaky, and shady as hell.

Mu Yunting looked up at her with a half-smile.

“Sleep well last night?”

Ye Luoluo sat down, turning her head away proudly.

“So-so.”

Seeing their interaction, Bai Zheng smiled in satisfaction.

“You and Yunting are going back to the capital today. Tickets are already booked.”

Ye Luoluo nearly sprayed her porridge.

“Grandpa, are you kicking me out?!”

Bai Zheng placed a steamed dumpling into her bowl.

“You’re married now. You can’t just run back home whenever you want.”

She pursed her lips. Fair enough—she’d rushed straight into filming the day after the wedding, and Grandpa Mu had already invited her back for dinner.

It made sense, but she was still unhappy, shooting Mu Yunting a hard glare.

Going back meant facing all those monsters and weirdos again.

Worst of all, she’d have to see that person.

Bai Zheng added worriedly,

“I’ve spoiled this child rotten—she’s willful and stubborn. Please be patient with her.”

“Not at all,” Mu Yunting replied calmly. “I like Luoluo for being straightforward and real.”

Ye Luoluo’s head buzzed.

This jerk’s acting skills were way too good.

If she didn’t know he still had someone in his heart, she might’ve actually believed he loved her.

Before leaving, she clung to Grandpa’s hand reluctantly.

“Take your medicine on time. No drinking. Eat properly.”

“Alright, alright, you’re giving Grandpa a headache,” Bai Zheng laughed, placing her hand into Mu Yunting’s.

“Go.”

Mu Yunting exchanged a glance with him and nodded slightly, leading Ye Luoluo to the car.

The old man watched the car disappear into the distance when sudden discomfort surged through him—

he spat out a mouthful of blood.

After a one-hour flight, they arrived back in the capital.

Ye Luoluo went straight to their marital home—Yujing Bay—while Mu Yunting returned to the company.

She took a nap and woke up in the afternoon.

Mu Yunting liked quiet, so the villa only had Auntie Liu.

As soon as Ye Luoluo came downstairs, Auntie Liu greeted her warmly.

“Madam’s awake? Sir asked me to prepare some light food for you. Where would you like to eat?”

Curled up on the sofa with her phone, Ye Luoluo replied lazily,

“Just bring me a cup of warm water first.”

“Alright.”

Her agent sent over several scripts. She rejected them without even looking.

Acting was just a hobby for her anyway.

That afternoon, she had a jewelry endorsement event to attend.

She ate a little, then went upstairs to get ready and head out.

Auntie Liu was cleaning the dining room when a piercing scream suddenly came from upstairs—

so loud it nearly lifted the roof.