Gold Digger, but Forced to Marry the Big Boss Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"Huh? Wasn't I here to make money?"

By Zhu Zhu Wu

Jinjiang Literature City

01

The room was dark.

Wang Zhi stood in front of the sink, his hands weakly supporting himself on the countertop. The marble was hard and cold, while behind him, a hand gripped his waist, the palm hot, the fingers cold and long, like iron, leaving distinct marks on Wang Zhi's skin.

It hurt a bit.

Along with the pain, a tingling sensation spread across his skin, boiling and spreading wherever he was touched. Wang Zhi felt uncomfortable, thirsty, and hot, his skin wrapped in fabric burning, making him tremble as he pulled open his collar.

The button fell to the ground, rolling away silently. Under the torn collar, his skin was so white it was almost transparent, a thin layer of sweat covering it due to the effects of the drug, giving it a tantalizing pink hue.

The visual impact of this scene was too strong, and Wang Zhi felt the man's grip tighten, as if he wanted to break him.

Wang Zhi couldn't hold back and whimpered, "It hurts."

The man paused.

In the dim light, Wang Zhi felt a gaze fall on him, scrutinizing. This gaze was somewhat condescending, yet in the current situation, it carried a subtle undertone.

Wang Zhi couldn't stand being watched any longer: "If you can't do it, then get lost!"

"I can't?" The man sneered, suddenly slapping his butt, "Raise your hips higher."

The slap wasn't hard, more of a mental punishment than physical pain. The humiliation made Wang Zhi's legs go weak, almost kneeling. The man caught him, easily pulling him into his arms.

The man was tall, and Wang Zhi was completely enveloped in his embrace, feeling the distinct muscles in his arms and waist as he exerted force.

The two were pressed together, and the man seemed to hesitate for a moment.

Wang Zhi had already had enough, seeing the man still dawdling, he couldn't help but ask, "Do you not know how? If you don't, I can…"

Teach you.

Wang Zhi didn't say the last two words, as he was suddenly rendered speechless, suffocated.

Compared to the marble under his palm, the man was more domineering and rude, and Wang Zhi almost suspected he had been penetrated from front to back.

His stomach felt uncomfortably full, and Wang Zhi barely managed to lower his head, seeing a distinct bulge in his flat abdomen, sticky, translucent liquid dripping to the ground, reflecting a lustrous sheen.

Wang Zhi trembled in pain, his fingers digging into the man's arm, the man hissing lowly, twisting his wrist behind his back.

Losing balance, losing support.

Wang Zhi couldn't stand steadily, swaying.

Only the man behind him.

Supporting him, indulging him.

From body to soul, all under control.

Wang Zhi whimpered, crying out loud, his face full of tears, his legs too weak to stand, relying on the man's half-lift, half-hold to barely lean on the sink.

In the end, Wang Zhi couldn't hold on, kneeling on the man's lap, the man pinning his neck from behind, almost lifting him up.

Wang Zhi couldn't control his trembling, the drug's effects gradually fading, his rationality slowly returning, and Wang Zhi suddenly realized that the man he was so intimately involved with was just a stranger.

He didn't even know what he looked like.

This realization made Wang Zhi freeze, but the sense of taboo excited him, making him more acutely aware of everything about the man.

A deep heat, scorching.

The man seemed to sense his stiffness, suddenly lowering his head, gently kissing the back of his snow-white neck.

It was an unexpected gesture.

A kiss is always more intimate than making love.

When that not-so-passionate kiss fell, Wang Zhi, in an indescribable ecstasy, couldn't help but…

-

Wang Zhi suddenly opened his eyes.

Staring blankly at the ceiling for a while, Wang Zhi finally snapped out of the dream.

He had dreamed of that night again, when he was sent to drink with an investor, drugged with an aphrodisiac, and in a panic, stumbled into a hotel room, ending up in bed with a stranger.

Even though it had been over half a year, he thought he had forgotten.

But it was a blessing in disguise. First, although he didn't see the man's face, at least he had a good physique. If he had been slept with by that bald, pot-bellied investor, Wang Zhi wouldn't want to live anymore.

Second, because that night, Wang Zhi did enjoy himself.

Thinking of this, Wang Zhi suddenly lifted the quilt, looked at it, and got up speechlessly.

It seemed there was a reason he dreamed of that night; he had been a bit sexually repressed lately.

Wang Zhi changed the bedding, took a shower, and when he came out, he found six or seven missed calls on his phone. Without looking at the notes, he knew who it was, took a deep breath, and called back—

The reason for his sexual repression.

"Why didn't you answer the phone?" As soon as the call connected, Gao Fengming coldly questioned, "Didn't I tell you not to miss my calls!"

Wang Zhi rolled his eyes, but his voice was soft: "Brother, I'm sorry. I was just taking a shower, and my phone was charging outside."

Hearing this, Gao Fengming was still a bit displeased: "Do you know what day it is today? I've already sent a driver to pick you up."

Wang Zhi obediently replied, "Thank you, brother…"

Before he could finish, Gao Fengming had already hung up.

Wang Zhi couldn't help but punch the air twice.

Damn, so annoying.

If it weren't for wanting to marry into a wealthy family, he would have beaten up Gao Fengming long ago.

Back then, Wang Zhi used all his tricks to hook up with a rich guy like Gao Fengming, and today he was finally going to be taken home to meet the parents. How could he ruin the big picture over a little discomfort?

Wang Zhi could bend and stretch, quickly tidying up before rushing downstairs to catch a ride to the Gao family.

The Gao family was located in the rich district of North City, with a mountain view and sea view, occupying a large area, enclosing the entire mountain. There was a gate at the foot of the mountain, and although the security guards weren't armed, they looked very intimidating. After carefully verifying his identity, they let him in.

When he got out of the car, Wang Zhi noticed it was raining outside.

The sky was a dull gray, the rain fine and dense like a curtain, the flowers in the garden trembling lightly, falling to the ground, turning into mud.

Even though he was already a bit late, Wang Zhi wasn't in a hurry, his steps still leisurely, walking under the long flower corridor with an umbrella, suddenly stopping.

The servant leading the way whispered, "The young master is waiting for you in the flower hall ahead."

Flower hall.

Not a place for receiving important guests.

Just hearing this, Wang Zhi knew the Gao family didn't take today's meeting seriously, but on the surface, he showed no emotion, only smiling as he asked, "What kind of flowers are planted in front?"

The rain curtain woven with silver threads washed over the world, the low trees in the garden with leaves like dark jade, not a speck of dust, among the dense green, white flowers the size of fists bloomed recklessly, clearly plain flowers, gathered in large clusters, producing a vibrant color, trembling lightly in the rain.

The servant answered, "Camellias."

Wang Zhi actually recognized the flowers, just casually making conversation. After getting the answer, he walked over, the servant behind him a bit nervous: "These are the flowers the master planted, no one is allowed to touch them."

Who?

Wang Zhi didn't hear clearly, smiled without responding, stopping a few steps away from the flower tree, then raising his hand, not to pick the flowers within reach, but palm up, waiting quietly.

The wind blew, the tree shadows rippling in the shallow puddles, a flower blown off the branch by the wind, landing perfectly in Wang Zhi's palm.

In the gray rain curtain, it seemed a light broke through, his exposed wrist skin flawless, only the palm and knuckles tinged with a faint pink.

Because he caught the flower, his shirt was wet from the rain, clinging to his body, revealing a tall figure, a slender waist, long legs, yet not a bit disheveled, even cleaner and prettier than the flower in his palm.

Wang Zhi then turned his head, smiling at the servant: "Let's go."

The servant stared at him, seemingly startled.

Was picking a flower really that out of line?

Wang Zhi was puzzled, yet vaguely felt someone watching him, but after looking around, he saw no one.

Probably just a bit paranoid.

Wang Zhi put away his smile, signaling the servant to continue leading the way.

The Gao family was large, and after walking for a while, they finally reached the flower hall.

At the door, Wang Zhi stopped, checking his reflection in the glass door, deliberately tousling his bangs to look slightly messy, then walked in.

Inside the flower hall, Gao Fengming was sitting there.

He was handsome, with a scholarly air, clearly a young master with everything at his fingertips, yet his brows always carried a hint of melancholy.

Because Wang Zhi was late, Gao Fengming's expression wasn't good. Wang Zhi acted as if he didn't notice, sitting beside him, presenting his loosely cupped hand to Gao Fengming.

Wang Zhi's fingers were long and slender, his skin snow-white, like soft jade, a small plain ring on his pinky, looking extremely clean.

Gao Fengming's gaze was inexplicably drawn, lingering on the transparent fingertips, asking softly, "What?"

Wang Zhi smiled lightly at him, his dark eyes curving, opening his fingers to reveal the camellia in his palm.

The camellia was delicate and tender, in his snow-white palm, like a soft flame, his smile also like a flame, dense lashes, long, slightly upturned eyes, a straight, elegant nose, rain-soaked black hair clinging to his cheek, all blending into a heart-stirring image.

Gao Fengming, looking at his innocent, bright smile, was a bit dazed, his expression softening: "Where did you get it?"

Wang Zhi finally spoke: "When I came, I saw it about to fall in the wind, so I waited under the tree and caught it."

Gao Fengming seemed to think of something, suddenly sighing softly, his tone gentle: "What if you catch a cold?"

What else?

Nothing.

Just knew how to talk nonsense.

If it weren't for Gao Fengming liking this kind of sentimental, artistic little white flower style, Wang Zhi wouldn't have gone out of his way to pick a flower in the rain.

Wang Zhi rolled his eyes inwardly, but smiled more obediently at Gao Fengming: "I just couldn't bear it. Brother, it's for you."

Gao Fengming was very receptive to this, actually taking the flower, even intertwining his fingers with Wang Zhi's.

Even after being together for so long, Wang Zhi still wasn't used to physical contact with him, holding his hand felt like ants crawling on his skin.

But how can you make money without suffering?

So Wang Zhi not only held Gao Fengming's hand tightly in return, but also endured his discomfort, lightly hooking his fingertip in Gao Fengming's palm.

It was an intimate gesture, but not out of line, just right for a couple considering engagement.

But Gao Fengming frowned slightly, softly saying, "Don't be naughty."

Such a pretentious guy.

If he didn't know about Gao Fengming's past exploits in the field, he might really think he was some abstinent, self-disciplined good man.

But it's said he never spends the night outside.

Wang Zhi lowered his eyes, seemingly a bit forlorn, actually thinking.

Could Gao Fengming be impotent?

Wang Zhi's pure malice, Gao Fengming only thought he was aggrieved, thought for a moment, and said to him: "The bracelet you liked last time has arrived, I'll have it sent to you."

Wow!

Wang Zhi didn't actually remember which bracelet it was, but hearing Gao Fengming say this, he immediately looked up, sweetly saying, "Thank you, brother."

Why else hook a rich guy, if not to make money?

He actually looked quite cool, but his voice was long and soft, like it had hooks.

Sometimes Gao Fengming didn't like him like this, because it was too enthusiastic, but looking at his beautiful features, the words of reproach disappeared, instead saying involuntarily: "…It's nothing. If you like it, I'll buy more for you."

How is it nothing, this is his hard-earned money—

Pretending to be obedient in front of the moody young master every day, Wang Zhi felt he deserved every penny.

The two whispered intimately, appearing very close to outsiders.

Gao Fengming, self-assured and proud, sat straight, Wang Zhi accommodating him, half his body turned towards him, his shirt cinched by a belt, outlining a slender waist, and he looked at Gao Fengming with bright, deep eyes, his profile line soft and beautiful to an unbelievable degree.

The double doors, half-closed, suddenly opened wide, and someone walked in from outside.

The man was very tall, definitely over 1.9 meters. Generally, such height would seem clumsy, but he was imposing, clearly wearing a pair of half-frame gold-rimmed glasses, yet without a trace of scholarly air, instead exuding a top-of-the-food-chain ferocity, even making people overlook his handsome features, not daring to be presumptuous in his presence.

The hall immediately quieted, the already low-profile servants becoming shadows.

Wang Zhi was a bit nervous because he knew who the man was.

Gao Bochong.

Gao Fengming's half-brother, the true power holder of the Gao family.

Also, today, the patriarch who could decide whether he could get engaged to Gao Fengming.

Before coming, Wang Zhi had specifically inquired about Gao Bochong's information.

There wasn't much circulating in the market, only a few words online, not even many photos, mostly side profiles, showing his sharp features, without a trace of warmth.

The only certainty was his strong desire for control, and whenever Gao Fengming mentioned him, he was always cautious.

Before Wang Zhi could react, Gao Fengming had already stood up, Wang Zhi a beat slower, following him to stand, hearing him respectfully call out, "Big brother."

Wang Zhi hesitated for a moment, also calling, "Big brother."

Hearing this, Gao Bochong looked over, his gaze falling on him.

It was cold.

Through the glasses, Wang Zhi couldn't see Gao Bochong's expression, only feeling the scrutinizing gaze of a superior, inch by inch, as if seeing through him completely.

In front of him, nothing was hidden.

It was as if he was stripped bare, open, only to be controlled by him.