Guide to Rising to Power as a Wife in Beijing's Elite Circle

It's 11 p.m. in the Corning District apartment.

The sound of water in the master bathroom stopped, the door was opened, and steaming heat carrying the fresh scent of shower gel rushed out.

Fang Jingxiu walked out shirtless, wearing only a pair of dark gray silk pajama bottoms casually tied around his lower body, with a loose belt tied in a knot above his firm, flat stomach.

He was holding a white towel and wiping his still dripping black short hair.

Water droplets rolled down his broad shoulders and well-defined chest muscles, slid over the clearly defined creases of his abdominal muscles, and finally disappeared into the edge of his pajama pants.

The dim light from the bedside lamp cast a soft glow on him, outlining his perfectly sculpted physique—powerful yet understated—formed through years of disciplined training.

His smooth skin still bore the slight redness and dampness of a post-shower bath, exuding a strong, vibrant, and sensual hormonal scent characteristic of mature men.

However, on this striking male body, there were several faded but still clearly visible red scratches, extending diagonally from his broad back muscles to his taut waist.

There were even a few small, scabbed, shallow teeth marks on his collarbone and chest.

These spoils of last night's passionate encounter, now under the lamplight, inexplicably possess a touch of ambiguous and decadent beauty, creating a stark contrast to his usual abstinent and cold image.

He dried his hair and instinctively headed towards the study.

Although it's late today, there are still a few urgent documents to review, and he needs to carefully consider the follow-up countermeasures for the mess left by the Bai family.

The brain has switched to working mode.

However, just as he was about to turn towards the study, he caught a glimpse of an unusual color on the living room sofa out of the corner of his eye.

They stopped in their tracks.

Fang Jingxiu subconsciously turned his head, his gaze passing through the bedroom door frame and landing in the living room.

With just one glance, his action of drying his hair froze instantly, and his breath caught in his throat for a fleeting moment.

Only one floor lamp was on in the living room, its warm yellow light softly enveloping the sofa area.

Chen Nuo wasn't wearing her usual loungewear, but instead... a standard Japanese JK uniform.

She wore a navy blue sailor uniform top with a red bow tie, and a matching pleated skirt that hemlined above her knees, revealing a pair of straight, long, and dazzlingly white legs under the lights.

She sat barefoot, cross-legged on the wool rug in front of the sofa, with a thick book of "Compilation of Film and Television Policies and Regulations" and her laptop spread out in front of her.

She wore a high ponytail, revealing her smooth, full forehead and graceful neck. A few wisps of hair fell beside her cheeks, and her profile was soft and focused.

He has a youthful air about him; he's clean-cut, handsome, and possesses an innocent allure that comes from being untouched by the world.

She seemed focused on the information on the screen, her fingers rapidly typing on the keyboard, muttering to herself as if she were reciting some clauses.

His earnest study posture, combined with his outfit, created a strange and impactful chemical reaction.

Fang Jingxiu felt a sudden surge of heat rise from his lower abdomen and rush to the top of his head.

The intense scenes from last night, along with some even more enchanting memories, flooded his mind uncontrollably. Combined with the visually stimulating scene before him, they ignited the most primal fire within him almost instantly.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently, and the towel he was using to dry his hair slipped from his hand and fell onto the carpet with a thud.

The faint sound startled Chen Nuo.

Her fingers stopped typing, and she turned her head in confusion, her gaze meeting Fang Jingxiu's, who was standing at the bedroom door, wearing only pajama bottoms, shirtless, with a dark look in his eyes.

Eyes facing each other.

Chen Nuo was taken aback at first, then two blushes quickly rose on her face, but her eyes shone brightly, with a hint of cunning and a triumphant smile.

She even adjusted her posture, making the lines of her long legs even more defined, then cleared her throat and spoke in a deliberately soft, slightly student-like, sweet voice:

"Hello, Teacher Fang~ It's so late, are you still preparing lessons?"

She called out "Teacher Fang" in a soft, sweet voice, with a slight upward inflection at the end, like a hook that scratched right at Fang Jingxiu's heart.

Coupled with her JK uniform and innocent yet slightly provocative gaze, she's simply irresistible.

Fang Jingxiu felt a surge of blood rush to his cheeks and ears, and the exhaustion from last night's fierce battle and the shrewd composure he had forced during the meeting this morning instantly crumbled.

The string in my brain called reason and work snapped.

Almost instinctively, he turned around abruptly, no longer looking at the little woman sitting under the light, looking like a fairy. He wanted to run back into the bathroom and extinguish this sudden, untimely lust with cold water.

"Fang Jingxiu! You stop right there!"

Behind her came Chen Nuo's exasperated voice, accompanied by the rustling of clothes and the soft sound of bare feet on the carpet.

Clearly, she was very unhappy with his behavior of deserting his post.

Fang Jingxiu paused, took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down. He didn't turn around, but kept his back to the living room, his voice hoarse and tense from the pressure:

"Chen Nuo, I know you're anxious, but don't rush." ​​He tried to respond in the most official and reasonable tone. "I... I have work to do, very important work that I have to finish tonight."

He invoked his job as a convenient shield, attempting to don the armor of Director Fang once again. "Besides, recently... I need to abstain from sex and conserve my energy."

He spoke the last four words with exceptional difficulty, as if he were using all his lifelong party spirit and principles to resist.

There was a few seconds of silence in the living room.

Fang Jingxiu thought his righteous words had worked, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, preparing to quicken his pace to sneak back to his study. He even began to consider whether he should simply sleep in his study tonight and lock the door.

However, he underestimated the adaptability of this young fox and the tactical skills he had acquired from being exposed to various seasoned veterans during his months in the Youth Support Program.

Suddenly, Chen Nuo's voice took a complete 180-degree turn.

No longer was she in a fit of anger, nor did she use that deliberately sweet student tone. Instead, her voice became softer, more coquettish, filled with endless grievance and dependence, as if it could drip with honey.

"Jingxiu~ Brother~~"

These three words, uttered with a thousand turns and a long, drawn-out ending, carried a coquettish tremor, like a kitten's paw gently scratching the most itchy spot in people's hearts.

Fang Jingxiu's back stiffened abruptly, and half of his body went numb as if electrocuted.

"I...I'm so tired today." Chen Nuo's voice continued, with just the right amount of nasal tone. "I studied boring legal documents all day, my head is spinning. My shoulders are so sore...I was thinking that Brother Jingxiu is the best, he would definitely give me a massage to relax...but it turns out, all he cares about is work, and he also has to abstain from sex..."

Her voice grew softer and softer as she spoke, her voice increasingly aggrieved, as if she were about to burst into tears. "Is it... that Nuonuo doesn't look good in this, and that's made her brother dislike her?"

By retreating in order to advance, by feigning weakness and acting coquettishly, one can strike at the opponent's weak point.

Fang Jingxiu stood frozen in place, feeling his defenses against lust collapsing at the speed of light.

Two little figures were arguing wildly in his mind: one dressed in a suit and wearing a Party badge, shouting with a serious face, "Work! Discipline! Sustainable Development!"

The other one... was kicked flying into the sky by the owner of the scratches and teeth marks on his body, with a soft voice and those long, straight legs.

He could almost hear the sound of his own sanity crumbling.

To hell with your job!

To hell with abstinence and discipline!

To hell with sustainable development!

Even if he has to drink three bottles of kidney-tonifying soup tomorrow, he'll accept it!

We'll give it our all.

Fang Jingxiu suddenly turned around.

Under the warm yellow light of the living room, Chen Nuo had already stood up at some point and was standing not far from him.

The JK uniform accentuated her youthful and graceful curves, her high ponytail swayed gently with her movements, and her beautiful eyes were fixed on him, filled with expectation, cunning, and a hint of barely perceptible smugness at his reaction.

Their eyes met again.

He reached out and gently lifted her chin with his fingertips, forcing her to look up at him. His voice was low and hoarse, filled with a mixture of indulgent pampering and resignation:

"Chen Nuo," he slowly lowered his head, his warm breath brushing against her lips, "Your homework today... Teacher Fang thinks you need some serious, individual tutoring."

His kiss, with an irresistible force, landed on her lips, which were slightly upturned in triumph.

The gentle glow of the floor lamp enveloped their embracing figures, casting their intertwined shadows on the wall.

Well, we'll talk about tomorrow tomorrow.