Chapter 1047
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However, this man had a fatal flaw, and that was that he was impotent.
Lin Shiyu clicked her tongue in her heart. What a pity.
She was distracted for a moment when she heard a deep and magnetic voice. "What are you thinking about? Focus."
Lin Shiyu glanced sideways at him.
When she turned her head, she was shocked to realize that their faces were stuck together. Her bright red lips brushed past his handsome face.
She froze.
Fu Qinglun looked at her, his gaze sweeping down to her red lips. His face was numb from her kiss.
He could smell the fragrance from her body. His Adam's apple bobbed and he asked in a husky voice, "Why did you kiss me?"
"…"
Lin Shiyu batted her lashes, exuding an indolent charm. Wasn't he the one who rubbed his face against hers?
You're still trying to act innocent after getting a bargain. You really know how to act.
Lin Shiyu tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, revealing her beautiful face. "Mr Smithson, I'm sorry."
Fu Qinglun pursed his thin lips, not saying a word.
"Shiyu, don't talk anymore. Hurry up and play your cards!" Tang Mo 'er urged.
Fu Qinglun tapped on a card. "This one."
Lin Shiyu wasn't sure. "Is this the right one?"
Fu Qinglun stretched his hand out and took the card.
Tang Mo 'er cheered. "I won again. Take the money, take the money."
Lin Shiyu watched as all the chips in front of her were taken away.
"…"
What did he mean?
Lin Shiyu looked at Fu Qinglun in shock. Was he … doing it on purpose?
Losing money on purpose?
Fu Qinglun glanced sideways, his cold eyes landing on Lin Shiyu's beautiful face. The corners of his lips kicked up. He smiled politely. "Miss Lin, come, let's calculate how much money you've lost to me."
…
Along the corridor.
Fu Qinglun stuck one hand into his pocket. "Miss Lin, you've lost a total of 80 million dollars. How do you intend to repay me? I'll tell you my account number and you can transfer the money over directly?"
Lin Shiyu knew that Mo 'er had sold her out.
She had sold her to Mr Smithson.
Lin Shiyu raised her willowy brows. "I'm sorry, Mr Smithson, I don't have 80 million dollars."
"Then what do you plan to do?"
The corners of Lin Shiyu's lips kicked up. She suddenly took a step forward, inching closer to the handsome man. Her pretty almond-shaped eyes were as though they had just been washed by the spring rain. "Mr Smithson, why don't I … compensate you with my body?"
Compensation with my body?
These two words made Fu Qinglun's handsome brows twitch. He lowered his voice and looked at her small face. "Are you serious?"
Lin Shiyu took another step forward and Fu Qinglun's back was pressed against the wall.
From afar, it looked like she had pressed the man against the wall.
Lin Shiyu looked at him from such a close distance. His handsome facial features were plated in the champagne-gold palace lanterns. He was dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, exuding the blood of nobility. Even without moving, he was more charming than those male models.
She pushed against him, but he didn't move. His bangs covered his forehead, revealing a hint of gentleness.
He should be the type that doted on women.
Be it in bed or out of bed, he would allow women to do whatever they wanted to him.
"If I compensate you with my body, it's not a loss for me. After all … you're so handsome and good-looking."
She said that he was handsome and good-looking.
Actually, Fu Qinglun had never cared about his appearance. Of course, regardless of whether it was the Young Master of the Fu family in Karghalik or the current Young Master of Castle Guding, he had charmed a large number of women.
Now that she was praising him, he actually felt a burst of joy in his heart.
He hadn't done his hair for nothing today.
Fu Qinglun still had one hand in his trouser pocket. His gaze was fixated on her and his low voice was filled with tenderness. "Do I only have good looks?"
"Hm?"
Fu Qinglun slowly curved his thin lips. "I'm also very rich."
"…"
Was he flaunting his wealth?
"Other than being rich, I also have status, status and power," Fu Qinglun continued.
Lin Shiyu curved her red lips and smiled. This man … Damn, he was quite adorable.
She stretched her hand out to touch her protruding stomach. "But I have a baby in my stomach."
"Buy one get one free, I've made a profit."
With that, Fu Qinglun stretched out his hand to touch her protruding stomach.
He had wanted to touch it for a long time.
But he didn't manage to touch it. Lin Shiyu took two steps back and avoided it.
Fu Qinglun's large hand froze in mid-air. He lifted his handsome face and looked at her.
Lin Shiyu curved her lips. "Mr Smithson, no matter how good you are, you still have a hidden ailment in your body. I wanted to compensate you with my body just now, I was just teasing you."
Fu Qinglun's handsome face instantly darkened. What did she say? She actually dared to tease him?
"You …"
"Mr Smithson, are you angry because of your embarrassment?" Lin Shiyu straightened her slender back and the smile on her face disappeared. Even her beautiful voice was laced with sarcasm. "You were also teasing me at the mahjong table just now. I'm just returning it to you!"
Fu Qinglun instantly pursed his thin lips into a cold arch. He suddenly realized a problem. Things would always go in the opposite direction when pushed to the extreme.
He was too anxious, it made her wary and repulsed him instead.
Her temperament was too intelligent.
"Mr Smithson, I know that Mo 'er wants to matchmake us, but I'm rejecting you now. It's impossible between us. The man I want to find in the future must first bring me happiness. Even if I don't do it seven times a night, he must be able to make me go up and down."
With that, Lin Shiyu's gaze swept down, sweeping a glance at his trousers. "It's obvious that Mr Smithson can't satisfy me."
With that, Lin Shiyu turned around to leave.
She had just taken a step when a large hand reached over from behind, grasping her slender wrist.
Fu Qinglun forcefully pulled and the two of them switched positions. Lin Shiyu was pinned against the wall.
"Mr Smithson, please have some self-respect. Let go of me!" Lin Shiyu stretched out her hands to push him away.
Fu Qinglun tried his best to avoid her bulging stomach. He didn't dare to use too much force, but his handsome features were steely and his eyes were gloomy. "You're talking about self-respect now? Who was the one who said that I can't satisfy you just now?"
"…"
Fu Qinglun held her soft hand. "I'll let you know now whether I'm impotent or not."
He pressed her little hand down.
What was he trying to do?
Lin Shiyu's pretty eyes narrowed. She had only met this man twice and he was already grabbing her hand to touch him?
"Let go!" Lin Shiyu forcefully retracted her hand. She wasn't going to touch him.
Her palm-sized face was flushed red from embarrassment and indignation.
Fu Qinglun glared at her with a burning gaze. His large hand grasped her slender waist, pulling her delicate body into his arms.
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