My Awful Husband Kisses the Good-for-Nothing Sweetheart Senseless

In public, he is Shen Qingyan's perfect boyfriend. In private, he pins me against a floor-to-ceiling window, with the glittering lights of Victoria Harbour spread out behind us. He lowers his head and kisses the back of my neck, his voice husky. “Be good. Call me hubby.” I despise this relationship, knowing it should never have happened, yet I can't resist the fatal allure he offers. Until one day, even Shen Qingyan, the person I hate most, looks at me differently. He corners me against the wall, his eyes bloodshot.