Marrying the Ugly Woman of a Rich and Powerful Family - Chapter 2

“Are you sure you want me to take off my clothes?”

When Shen Qingyuan raised her hand to prepare to unbutton, she still maintained a bit of reserve, cautiously asking Cang Yan one more time.

Shen Qingyuan felt like all this was a dream.

A great beauty was actually asking her to take off her clothes.

The bed was directly opposite a champagne-colored floor-to-ceiling window. The curtains were not completely closed, and one could vaguely see the emerald green scenery outside the villa, under the moonlight.

They had just met, although it was a brief stunning glance that had satisfied her beauty-seeker eyes, but it wasn’t ancient times where a marriage had to be consummated on the wedding night.

Perhaps they could cultivate some feelings first before getting physical?

Cang Yan felt too tired standing up, so she took two steps back to the chaise lounge by the floor-to-ceiling window. Her body nestled lazily on the couch, propping her forehead with her hand, speaking sparsely: “Take it off.”

Her voice was like pearls and jade, clear and pleasant to the ear, making one involuntarily recall the line from “The Pipa Player”: “Large pearls and small pearls dropping onto a jade plate.”

Shen Qingyuan was originally standing by the bed, thinking that after taking off her clothes she would have to get onto the bed. She simply climbed onto the big bed where anything could happen. Her fingers were trembling at the thought of what was about to happen.

Her slender fingers landed on the suit button, unbuttoning the constraint one by one. Under the suit was a pure white long-sleeved shirt and a slender women’s tie inlaid with pearls.

Shen Qingyuan suddenly felt a little shy and said with a flushed face, “How about not taking it off?”

It was too embarrassing for her to take off her clothes in front of Cang Yan.

Besides, she disliked that this body’s skin wasn’t white enough.

Cang Yan’s eyes dangerously narrowed. The aura around her changed dramatically, as if she had become a different person, as if she wasn’t the one who had just enticed Shen Qingyuan to take off her clothes.

Shen Qingyuan was used to reading the expressions of her leaders at school and immediately saw that Cang Yan was displeased. She didn’t say anything more, quickly took off her tie, and unbuttoned her shirt.

With only a bra left on her upper body, she began to take off her pants.

The corner of Cang Yan’s mouth curved into a tiny arc, watching with a hint of playfulness as the clothes on Shen Qingyuan’s body became less and less. A white wooden stick appeared in her hand at some point.

That thing was most familiar to Shen Qingyuan.

A teacher’s pointer.

As a people’s teacher, she knew this item best. In earlier years, a wooden pointer was used to punish disobedient students, equivalent to the ancient teacher’s ruler, but now corporal punishment is not advocated, and teachers mostly use electronic pointers.

The appearance of this thing in Cang Yan’s hand was not a good sign.

Shen Qingyuan felt the air become icy cold and bone-chilling.

“Lie on your stomach on the bed,” Cang Yan said, standing up with the pointer.

Shen Qingyuan no longer had the romantic thoughts from before. She lay on the bed trembling with fear. Although the indoor temperature was very high, she felt cold from the inside out.

The words of Shen Songsong, that giggling weirdo, resurfaced in her mind: Cang Yan has a bad temper, and I heard she’s an S.

This body of hers was young and healthy, with obvious muscle lines on her arms, and a faint hint of an abdominal line. These were all things Shen Qingyuan didn’t have in her past life. In her past life, she was busy doing research projects and had no time to exercise.

Shen Qingyuan lay on the bed, her ears flushed with tension, hoping this was just Cang Yan’s preference for intimacy and not some S.M.

Cang Yan squinted at that healthy body, with its muscles and lines, unlike her…

Her gaze suddenly turned chilling. She turned and took out a three-piece set from a drawer.

Shen Qingyuan was still lying on the bed like a dead fish.

Cang Yan’s footsteps were getting closer. Her wrist was suddenly grabbed. The touch was icy cold. Shen Qingyuan’s body trembled slightly. Is this Cang Yan a cold-blooded animal? Why is the temperature of her hand so low?

Before she could think too much, her hands were twisted and tied behind her waist.

“Ah!” Shen Qingyuan screamed in pain.

Her wrists were tied tightly with a rope, like binding a criminal. Immediately afterward, her ankles suffered the same treatment.

Shen Qingyuan: “!!!”

Holy crap, is she serious?

She tried to flip over.

But Cang Yan was one step ahead, sitting directly on her body, nearly breaking Shen Qingyuan’s back, and warning, “Don’t move!”

Shen Qingyuan was in so much pain that cold sweat broke out on her forehead. Her hands and feet were tied, and the only part she could move, her waist, was restrained. She couldn’t move at all, and even turning her head was difficult.

Until she heard the sound of a lighter, she knew the arrival of the candle and the pointer was not far off. She quickly begged for mercy: “Let’s talk properly. Don’t use force. Using force hurts feelings. At worst, I’ll never run away again.”

Shen Qingyuan was instinctively afraid of S.M. This term, which she had only seen in novels, was fine to read about, but who could accept it in reality?

The deepest impression she had was of Princess Jianning and Wei Xiaobao playing the Volcano Rattan Armor in The Deer and the Cauldron, which burned off Wei Xiaobao’s queue. That kind of S was no different from domestic violence.

She didn’t want to be domestically abused on the first day of her marriage.

Shen Qingyuan struggled forcefully. Cang Yan almost lost her balance. Fortunately, she had the foresight to tie Shen Qingyuan’s ankles as well.

Cang Yan lit the lighter with some clumsiness, lit a specially made candle, ignored her pleas for mercy, and said in an icy tone, “At the beginning of the year, you wrote a fan fiction on Weibo, spreading rumors that I’m an S, and it got over ten thousand reposts.”

“Did I write that?” Shen Qingyuan was sweating profusely.

She had thought Cang Yan would be intimate with her, but unexpectedly, she had come to pick a fight.

“The article said I like candle wax dripping,” Cang Yan said, tilting the candle. The flame shot up higher. The accumulating wax oil, like water droplets, quickly dripped onto Shen Qingyuan’s smooth shoulder blades.

A sharp, piercing pain erupted on her back. Shen Qingyuan screamed in pain, begging for mercy: “I was wrong. I’ll never write nonsense again.”

Cang Yan was clearly blaming her for the wrongdoings of the original owner. She now had no choice but to beg for mercy.

“You also said I like to curse people,” Cang Yan held the candle, opened her mouth but didn’t make a sound. Her good upbringing prevented her from uttering such filthy vulgarities.

Her gaze grew darker and darker. She continued, “You said I was old, ugly, and a total pervert.”

“…” Shen Qingyuan was on the verge of tears, unable to struggle.

Cang Yan looked at the egg-sized, scalded, and swollen patch of skin on Shen Qingyuan’s back.

She calmly blew out the candle, got off Shen Qingyuan, and warned, “The internet is not beyond the law. Don’t think I can’t find you just because you changed your username.”

Shen Qingyuan was like a dead fish: “I really was wrong.”

Cang Yan thought of those slanderous words, got furious, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and left the bedroom.

Shen Qingyuan felt like she had been granted a general amnesty. Like a shrimp, with her hands and feet still tied, she could only move by exerting force with her waist to shift her position.

Who knew that a few minutes later, Cang Yan returned, holding a document bag in her hand.

“Sign and stamp. Three-chapter agreement.”

Shen Qingyuan looked at the document bag. So, this was a contractual marriage? She had thought Cang Yan married her to take revenge, but it turned out she also came for benefits. She wondered what benefits Cang Yan could gain from her.

Shen Qingyuan’s expression was quite sincere: “As long as you don’t use force, I’ll agree to anything.”

Cang Yan was noncommittal, sitting back on the chaise lounge, lazy like a cat basking in the sun.

Shen Qingyuan said with a flattering smile, “My hands…”

Cang Yan reluctantly got up and untied the ropes on her wrists.

Shen Qingyuan was finally able to sit up, quickly freed her feet, and put all the clothes she had taken off back on. The burn on her back hurt as soon as it touched the fabric, making her grimace in pain. It took her a long time to get used to it.

Shen Qingyuan was always cautious when signing contracts. Since it was a contractual marriage, Cang Yan must also need something from her. She read the contract word for word. The beginning was nothing special, but four key points were listed later.

“Article 1: During the subsistence of the marriage, both parties must fulfill their responsibilities as a wife.”

Shen Qingyuan looked at Cang Yan. Cang Yan looked delicate and weak. Did this mean she had to wait on Cang Yan?

Cang Yan rested her head on a bolster and explained, “You are my wife publicly. You can’t fool around at school, and you can’t cheat on me. I don’t care how wild you were before, but from now on, you must be clean.”

Oh, she is still a student.

Shen Qingyuan looked at the second article.

“Article 2: During the subsistence of the marriage, Shen Qingyuan must unconditionally obey Cang Yan’s orders.”

Shen Qingyuan disagreed: “This article is inappropriate, isn’t it? I’m a person, and as a person, I have human rights. You cannot deprive me of my rights as a person. I must be free.”

Cang Yan scornfully raised an eyebrow, clearly not taking it seriously.

“Article 3: Husband and wife shall not interfere with each other, shall not be forced to have relations, and pre-marital property shall be separate.”

“Article 4: The marriage relationship will last for one year, and a new agreement will be signed if renewal is required.”

After reading it, Shen Qingyuan felt that this marriage was truly boring. Cang Yan did not seek lust or money, so what did she want from her?

Seeing that she had finished reading, Cang Yan sat up straight and said, “Your father’s company will have a fund injection tomorrow. The situation is not good now, foreign trade is difficult. I will send people to follow up in real-time. Are you at ease now?”

Shen Qingyuan said, “That’s it?”

Cang Yan frowned in displeasure: “What else do you want?”

Shen Qingyuan said, “For example, letting me wait on you.”

That’s how it’s written in those CEO novels. A dominant CEO marries a Cinderella wife in a commercial alliance, either as a stand-in or for self-indulgence. Then the Cinderella wife, abused, chooses to run away with a baby, and finally, the CEO desperately pursues his wife.

There is also a more realistic version, which involves a rich woman and a steel wool scrubbing pad; anyway, it’s all related to the physical body.

Cang Yan’s assets undoubtedly fit the CEO profile, but she was too frail and looked like she wasn’t in good health.

Cang Yan felt a chill hearing that, looking at Shen Qingyuan with the eyes one would use for a lunatic, and sneered, “Do you think you’re worthy?”

Shen Qingyuan secretly curled her lip, diligently signed the agreement, opened the ink pad, and stamped her fingerprint.

Cang Yan glanced at the wild, flowing signature. She remembered the investigation report on Shen Qingyuan said she was uneducated, skipped class every day at school, but unexpectedly, her handwriting was quite good.

“It’s done,” Cang Yan put the three copies of the agreement into the document bag. Not wanting to linger, she turned and left.

Shen Qingyuan called out to her, puzzled: “Aren’t you sleeping here tonight?”

Cang Yan replied without turning her head: “I have a phobia of germs.”

Shen Qingyuan: “…”