Chapter 11 Frigid

• Heh, what an ambitious woman. There were a lot of women in North City who wanted to sleep with him, and countless women who wanted to be his lover. Yet, Mu Tongrui was the first woman to declare to him that she wanted to become Mrs. Fu.
• Where did she get her self-confidence?
• “I'm really missing a wife, but there are many outstanding women who want to be my wife. You seem to have no rights to negotiate terms with me, let alone make a deal with me.”
• Just as Fu Lingye was about to hang up the phone, Mu Tongrui said anxiously, “Mr. Fu, you have openly recruited people for the position of Mrs. Fu in the company. I think it must be due to the family's urging. I can accept a fake marriage with you. After that, I absolutely will not cling onto you, Mr. Fu.”
• Fake marriage?
• Fu Lingye's thin lips twitched quietly. This woman is pretty interesting.
• Hearing no response from Fu Lingye, Tongrui suppressed her nervousness and added, “If it is another woman, she may still cling onto you afterwards even if it's a fake marriage with you...”
• “Are you so confident that you will not cling onto me?”
• “Of course. To be frank, Mr. Fu, I'm... frigid. Moreover, my heart died three years ago.”
• Three years ago, she lost her status as the daughter of a wealthy man all of a sudden. After going through the surrogacy that deprived her of her dignity, her father's suicide, Jian Zhe’s shameless betrayal, as well as Shen Qiu and her daughter's viciousness, there was only one thing in her mind—revenge.
• Fu Lingye pondered about the word 'frigid', and said in a cold yet attractive voice, “You'd better be frigid.”
• “So... Mr. Fu?”
• “This thing, after all, is a big deal. I need two days to consider it.”
• Mu Tongrui sighed quietly, and said, “Okay, Mr. Fu, I'll wait for your reply.”
• After Fu Lingye hung up, the door of the study was pushed open by a small arm.
• “Daddy! Who are you calling? Why don't you paint with me?”
• The little one ran into the study holding the painting she had just painted. Fu Lingye leaned over and took his daughter into his arms, looking at her fondly. “Let me look at what you have painted.”
• Fu Lingye looked at the watercolor painting, which was painted by her a few days ago. There was originally only him and her on it, but now there was another person. He frowned slightly. “Who is this?”
• The little one said in a childish voice, “This is Mu. When Mu was giving us a painting lesson today, I secretly painted this because the teacher told us to paint mom, Dad and ourselves, and we can't omit mom. Daddy, if I tell my friends that this is my mom, would they believe it?”
• Pointing at the painted Mu Tongrui with her fair little finger, the little one raised her innocent face, and asked Fu Lingye.
• Afraid that his daughter would be sad, Fu Lingye lowered his head and kissed the top of the little one's fluffy hair, echoing, “Yes, they would.”
• “Dad, if mom takes a long, long time to come back from Mars, can we ask Mu to be my mom first?”
• Fu Lingye was stunned. Staring at the little one amusedly, he muttered, “Well, you'll need to ask Mu.”
• The little one grinned happily and squinted her big eyes, saying, “I'll ask her when I go to school tomorrow!”
• As soon as Mu Tongrui returned to her place, Ye Guo bombarded her with questions.
• “Tongrui, how was your interview today?”
• Speaking of the interview, Mu Tongrui raised her hand and slammed her palm on her forehead. “Don't mention it. I went to the wrong place and made a fool of myself.”
• Seeing that she was not in a good mood, and also came back with a portrait of Mu Guangqing in her hand, Ye Guo asked, “Did you go back to Mu Residence this afternoon?”
• She wrung out a wet towel from the bathroom, and gently rubbed Mu Guangqing's dusty portrait while replying, “Yeah. I met Shen Qiu and Jian Zhe. They were moving.”
• “Huh? You met those two scumbags? Did they do anything to you?”
• She smiled weakly and shook her head. “No. I was really too naive before. I was fooled by Shen Qiu and Shen Wanyue, and was even abandoned by Jian Zhe. Everything I could lose was lost, so I have nothing to be afraid of.”
• “Shen Qiu and Shen Wanyue are two pretentious b*tches! As for Jian Zhe, he's a scumbag! I will introduce my brother to you one day! He's the greatest gentleman! Don't think about that bastard, Jian Zhe anymore!”
• Mu Tongrui stared at Ye Guo and bit her lip slightly, recalling the deal she had with Fu Lingye. If Ye Guo knew that I betray myself for my father's villa, would she think I'm a b*tch?
• Forget it, I'd better not tell her first, lest Guo misunderstands me. Anyway, my deal with Fu Lingye shouldn't last long.
• She didn't have a good sleep that night.
• The man's warm breath touched her skin like a burning flame during a passionate session between a man and a woman on a large double bed.
• The tall and muscular man put himself on top of her, his wild and domineering movements causing her to blush and her heart racing.
• But he was so tough that she couldn't stand it anymore, as she cried and begged him to be gentle.
• “Gentle? Are you sure? Don't you want the ten million anymore?”
• She cried like a kitten. She felt like she was being thrown into a huge whirlpool, as her whole body ached but had a strange tingling sensation. This kind of pleasure made her panic.
• “No... please... please... ah—!”
• It's a dream!
• Mu Tongrui woke up from her dream and sat on the bed in shock and sweat.
• Three years had passed, but this nightmare still haunted her from time to time.
• Sometimes, she also wondered who and what kind of person the man—the child's father—was.
• “Tongrui, what's wrong with you? Are you having a nightmare?”
• She heard Ye Guo's concerned voice coming from outside her room.
• “Oh, I'm fine!”
• She looked up and glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside. It was a quarter to eight.
• She fell back on the bed with her arm resting on her sweaty forehead. She calmed herself down for a while before getting up from the bed.
• After washing up and having breakfast, she went to the Affiliated Kindergarten of Foreign Language School.
• At 8:30 in the morning, Mu Tongrui had just arrived in the kindergarten when Sweetheart, who was carrying the pink Peppa Pig schoolbag, shouted at her from afar, “Mu!”
• Mu Tongrui looked over and saw the little girl rushing to her with a small schoolbag on her back. When she ran up to her, she couldn't stop herself in time, and bumped into her lap.
• “Good morning, Mu!”
• Mu Tongrui smiled and rubbed the messy short hair of the little one. “Morning, Sweetheart.”
• Holding the child in one hand, she subconsciously looked out of the kindergarten. “Who sent you to school this morning?”
• “My daddy!”
• She was slightly stunned. Remembering her deal with Fu Lingye, she then looked down at Sweetheart. If Sweetheart knew that I might be her stepmother... would she be upset?
• For some reason, the first time she saw Sweetheart and learned of her family's situation, she inexplicably felt sorry for her.
• “Mu, I have something to show you.”
• The little one tugged at Mu Tongrui who was in a daze, and went to sit on the steps with her, while taking off the small schoolbag on her back.
• Mu Tongrui smiled and asked, “What are you going to show me?”
• The little one unzipped the schoolbag and took out a watercolor painting from inside. “Mu, look, I painted you next to Daddy and me! In this way, Daddy and I will not be lonely! You will not be lonely either, Mu!”