Accepting My Massive Inheritance After Divorce

The atmosphere in the living room began to become ambiguous again just as Shen Yan was distracted.

Shen Yan's entire body was blazing as she was kissed. She was dazed, and the places where Fu Hang's palm had brushed against her were slightly burning.

Shen Yan groaned in a daze. At this moment, she heard Fu Hang's voice.

"Let me see how much my darling longs for my company..."

Fu Hang rolled Shen Yan over and pressed her under him as he talked.

Shen Yan was devoured in an instant. She couldn't even plead for mercy in the end. She lay on Fu Hang's body, not wanting to move at all.

The heater was scorching hot, and Fu Hang's body was much hotter. Shen Yan's entire body was on fire. She couldn't get Fu Hang to move away from her, no matter how hard she tried.

Fu Hang hugged Shen Yan and sat down on the sofa in an instant. The garments were strewn over the floor, and the bowl of ramen on the coffee table was already cold.

Shen Yan's gaze was drawn inadvertently to the ramen bowl. She remembered that it was the culprit this time, and all she wanted to do now was throw it in the trash can.

However, she no longer had any extra strength in her body.

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"Get up, I want to take a shower," Shen Yan stated after a while.

The man looked like a stuffed cat, with his entire body stretched out. He softly kissed Shen Yan's forehead as he glanced down at her. He spoke in a harsh, raspy tone. "I'll carry you."

After saying that, Fu Hang didn't give Shen Yan a chance to protest and carried her into the bedroom bathroom.

The two of them made love once again in the washroom.

Shen Yan was so exhausted that she did not want to move at all.

It was now four o'clock in the afternoon, and they had already messed around twice.

Shen Yan sat beside the bedside, allowing Fu Hang to assist her in blow-drying her hair. Her head couldn't stop nodding off on Fu Hang's shoulder.

When Fu Hang noticed Shen Yan was sound sleeping, he turned down the hairdryer. His blow-drying motions were even gentler.

Shen Yan's hair was finally dried after half an hour.

With one hand, Fu Hang put the hairdryer back with one hand and carefully laid Shen Yan on the pillow. Shen Yan appeared to have had a lovely dream in her sleep, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

Before exiting the room, Fu Hang helped Shen Yan in covering herself with the blanket.

When he exited the room, he had a solemn expression on his face.

Despite the fact that the Li Corporation's acquisition strategy was on track, his design concept had been leaked. He still needed to do a thorough investigation into the situation.

Lin Nan had only received the news the day before, and it was related to Song Xia.

However, Fu Hang was perplexed since, given Song Xia's intelligence, it was difficult for her to do this properly, so he was waiting for the true mastermind to appear.

Song Xia was also a complete moron. She had no idea she had been used. Despite the fact that she had been sold, she still had to help someone count the money.

It was already dark outside when Shen Yan woke, and the light in the room was dim.

She drew the cover over her, unwilling to leave her bed for the time being.

Shen Yan's phone suddenly rang after she had been lying down for roughly two minutes.

Shen Yan walked over to the phone and looked at it nonchalantly. It was Miss Na on the other end of the line, according to the caller ID. She was too tired to stay in bed any longer, so she got out of bed and answered the phone.

"Miss Na," she says.

"I have a lead on the problem you wanted me to look into, Miss Shen."

Shen Yan grinned and inquired, "Is it Song Xia or Cheng An?" after hearing sister Na's words.

"It's Cheng An."

Shen Yan snorted and chuckled as she heard Miss Na's words and exclaimed, "It appears that he is brainless!"

"What do you mean, Miss Shen?"

Shen Yan was adamant about not letting Cheng An go without a fight. "Have you been to Las Vegas recently?" she asked, smiling, now that she had something on Cheng An.

Las Vegas, as the name suggests, was a gambling mecca.