A Young Woman and Strong Liquor

Beastly older man and sexy young woman. He has eight-pack abs, and she wears a 36D. * 1. The male lead is not a good person, and the female lead is a submissive masochist. Don't read if that's not your thing. 2. Sweet tone, happy ending. Please bookmark my upcoming story, "Kiss the Stuffy Daddy"! I expect to start posting around October! Xia Ling is a cold, sexy beauty and an extremely practical woman. With her family's circumstances having taken a turn for the worse in recent years, she pretends to be sweet and innocent and marries an older man in her social circle. The older man comes from an old-money family, with wealth passed down for generations. He's been through the cutthroat business world for years, a real big shot with ruthless methods, and nearly fifteen years older than her. Over 190 centimeters tall, a quarter German, broad-shouldered and long-legged, with eight-pack abs and sun-kissed skin, he is exactly the image of a powerful, mature, wild Daddy. A Daddy among Daddies. Xia Ling is reasonably satisfied with marrying him. But she never imagined married life would be so disappointing! He's old-fashioned, conservative, stern, and traditional... Because she's young, "delicate, quiet, soft, and easy to bully," he'd rather... than touch her! He won't even let her look! A month later, when her best friend calls to ask how things are going, Xia Ling has reached her limit. She shakes her head in dismay. "It's no good." "The old man might be too old. He really can't do it." "No matter how I flirt with him, nothing works. He's practically dead while alive. You know what I mean?" She grows more and more distraught, nearly in tears. "When I think about spending the rest of my life like this, I just want to bash my head against a wall." * Then, one dark and windy night, with the powerful man helping resolve a family crisis, she wonders whether she should divorce him for the sake of her future happiness. She "accidentally wanders" into the master bedroom, which adjoins the room shared with his wife. The curtains are partly drawn, and a sliver of clear moonlight falls across the man's face, half-lit and half in shadow. He leans back loosely in an armchair, like a powerful, elegant leopard resting after the hunt. His lean muscles strain against his white shirt, outlining smooth, solid lines. His long legs are crossed nonchalantly, the buckle of his dark belt in view. It isn't undone... Xia Ling's eyes: o.o--0.0!! Was this before or after... If it's after, then that's way too... Xia Ling senses that something is wrong and feels a little afraid. She hurriedly stammers, "I came to discuss Balder--no, Godard--Hegel with you." Fu Tingyun: ... "I'm sorry, big shot. I can't keep pretending." Xia Ling tosses the books and discs aside and bows respectfully. She'd been acting like a literary, quiet, delicate, talented woman for a whole month to marry him, and she just can't keep it up anymore. "Actually, the only Tengger I know is the singer." Fu Tingyun: "...I know." In the darkness, the man approaches. She hears him deftly undoing her buttons. The belt buckle closes around her wrist. "Me too," the man says, his voice low, rough, and passionate. Wait, who told her he liked literary women? He's old-fashioned, but that doesn't mean he's old-fashioned about this. Theme: Love is salvation.