"How many times is this? Still so fierce!"

Covered in a light sweat, Su Mowan had barely finished her coy complaint when the man grabbed her waist and pulled her up from the bed.

"How many more times do you want?" His deep, husky voice could make anyone weak in the knees, no matter what he said.

Su Mowan absolutely adored how passionate he was in bed. But sadly, this would be their last time together.

Though still craving more, she pressed her hands against his muscular chest. "No more," she said, her voice hoarse and her limbs feeling like jelly.

Seeing her in such a delicate state, the man's lips curved into an indulgent smile. He gently laid her down and went to take a shower.

When he returned, Su Mowan was already dressed, fixing her earrings in front of the mirror.

Her reflection was breathtaking - she had the kind of stunning beauty that would make even celebrities jealous. Her long black curls cascaded over porcelain skin, making it impossible to look away. And that tiny waist of hers - so slim it seemed like it could snap with just a gentle squeeze.

Wearing only a towel, the man wrapped his arms around her from behind. "Not staying the night?"

Su Mowan turned to face his devastatingly handsome features, feeling genuinely reluctant to leave. After a year of intimacy and perfect physical chemistry, ending it so abruptly seemed like such a waste.

But she had no choice.

With a playfully forlorn expression and undeniable allure in her eyes, she caressed his face. "I don't want to leave either. But what can I do? Who could've guessed my husband who's been dead for three years would suddenly come back to life? I need to go back to being a good wife."

At these words, the desire in his eyes instantly vanished, replaced by dark clouds.

"You're married?" he asked in surprise.

Su Mowan was equally shocked - she had assumed he knew she was a widow.

It hadn't mattered before, but from tonight onwards, any further intimacy between them would make her truly unfaithful.

She wasn't about to give up the trillion-dollar Temperature family fortune just for physical pleasure.

"Indeed." She lifted her hand, showing the diamond ring she'd never worn before to him.

In a split second, the man slammed both hands on the dressing table, trapping her between his arms. The sudden move startled her.

After a brief pause, she wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a kiss on his lips. "Let's part on good terms. This past year has been wonderful."

She reached for her phone to make a transfer, but he caught her wrist before she could move.

Then, he slipped the ring off her finger.

"This is enough," he said.

*

When Sù Mò Wǎn got into her car, she had to hold her waist for support. She hadn't expected him to pull her back and give her one last passionate goodbye against the dressing table before finally letting her go.

After a thirty-minute drive back to the Temperature mansion, she walked in to find dozens of eyes fixed on her.

"What's the occasion?"

So Wēn Hěng came back from the dead - big deal.

As soon as she spoke, her sister-in-law Wēn Xiāng Sī approached her with a smirk. "My, aren't you calm about this? Just wait - the real show hasn't even started!"

What show?

Sù Mò Wǎn remained silent, unconsciously rubbing her sore waist.

Before she could retort, the butler called her upstairs.

She knocked and entered the study.

After three years, seeing that man again - her husband in name only - felt surreal. Three years ago, she married Wēn Hěng, only for him to abandon her on their wedding night for work abroad.

She'd endured it.

As the Temperature family's adopted daughter, she never had much choice. Whatever the family said, she did.

But soon after, news came of Wēn Hěng's "death" - supposedly in an avalanche, with no body found.

The Temperature family refused to accept it, searching for three years, never acknowledging his death.

During these three years, the Wen family had been plagued by internal conflicts. After Wen Heng's death, his assets naturally passed to her, his widow.

The Wen family, fearing she might leave, forced her to stay.

Now, Wen Heng was back...

Looking at the tall man before her, with his cold eyes and dignified demeanor, he seemed unchanged from three years ago. No - he'd actually become even more charming and mature.

"Mowan, why are you just standing there?"

At Grandfather Wen's command, Su Mowan quickly walked over.

"Grandfather."

"Now that Wen Heng has returned, you two should work together to develop the Wen Corporation." Grandfather Wen's eyes were slightly wet, clearly emotional about his grandson's return.

Su Mowan nodded, surprised at her own calmness.

Her status had changed from a wealthy widow back to a wealthy wife - not much of a difference, really.

It was just another form of living alone. After all, Wen Heng had made things crystal clear when they married.

"Su Mowan, don't even dream of me touching you."

"Su Mowan, I'll never love a scheming woman like you!"

Whatever. Who needs his love anyway?

"I understand, Grandfather!" Su Mowan responded respectfully, offering no objection.

Before the old man could speak again, the study door opened from outside.

A gentle-looking woman walked in, carrying a two-year-old boy.

She went straight to Wen Heng, saying, "Ah Heng, Yaoyao kept crying to see you. I had no choice."

Watching Wen Heng expertly take the child from the woman's arms,

Su Mowan's eye twitched, and she laughed in disbelief, "Wait, Wen Heng, you have a son?"