The day when Shanghai's wealthy daughter Zhou Ning'er got engaged, her father and I were having a passionate encounter in the mansion.

Zhou Lin held onto my waist and eagerly pressed himself against me.

I bit my lip underneath him, unusually silent. He sensed that something was off with my mood.

"Jiao Jiao, why aren't you happy?"

I looked at him with a touch of grievance, the corners of my eyes slightly reddening.

"Ah Lin, although Ning'er has been avoiding the limelight overseas these past few years, she has always clung to you. When she returns, she definitely won't like me."

Zhou Lin was momentarily stunned, then leaned down and kissed my forehead.

"Jiao Jiao, I've seen how much you've worried about her these past few years."

"I will give you a status, allowing you to marry into the Zhou family with dignity. Even if she doesn't recognize it, she will have to."

I snuggled in his embrace, a gentle smile on my face.

"No matter how Ning'er sees me, I won't mind. As long as you have me in your heart, it's enough for me."

Zhou Lin fell for my act, saying, "Jiao Jiao..."

After a while, the romantic atmosphere gradually faded from the room.

He lifted me up and placed me in the bathtub, hot water covering the red marks on my chest.

Zhou Lin, feeling unsatisfied, put on his bathrobe and gently touched my cheek.

"Ning'er is about to arrive at the hotel. I'll go pick her up. You behave and don't wander around."

Zhou Lin left.

As soon as the bathroom door closed, the smile on my face collapsed instantly.

I curled up in the bathtub, vigorously scrubbing away the traces of desire on my body. Overwhelming nausea surged to my throat, almost suffocating me.

The fifty-year-old Zhou Lin was particularly rough in bed.

He liked to showcase his charm with a young body.

The bathroom was filled with steam.

I felt like a fish that had been crushed, gradually decaying in the water.

Sister, do you know?

Now, I can finally catch up to you.

Soon, I will be the same age as you.