Love and Desire Inseparable (Arranged Marriage to Love B*SM) - Chapter 1

Peng Jie first “met” Xiao Xiao in a group chat with his friends. A not-so-impressive rich second-generation was added to the group, and as they chatted, he started talking about his girlfriend, mentioning Xiao Xiao by name, the younger daughter of the Xiao family.

To put it bluntly, every circle has its hierarchy. His family background was quite ordinary, a typical nouveau riche, and he didn’t rank high in this group of hidden talents. He liked to boast about being an ABC, a typical banana who acts pretentious.

But the Xiao family he mentioned was different. In C City, they had some foundation. Going back three generations, they were the deputies of the Peng family. Later, they moved to S City, caught a good opportunity, benefited from the times, and their assets and connections were not to be underestimated.

As soon as Xiao Xiao was mentioned, more people started to join the conversation.

But no one expected the content to become increasingly vulgar. The boy didn’t know that the previous targets of the group’s dirty talk were either kept women or girls from humble backgrounds who were just looking for money and hoping to climb the social ladder.

Unable to join the conversation, his straight male cancer and vanity kicked in, and this ABC started describing his sexual experiences, belittling Xiao Xiao to elevate himself, even though he couldn’t afford the necklace around Xiao Xiao’s neck.

[Daniel Lin]: Xiao Xiao is only good for her legs, but she’s like a dead fish in bed, with no sense of fun. Logically, even a fish should get wet, but she’s dry as a desert, far worse than the foreign girls I’ve had abroad.

[Daniel Lin]: And she’s so delicate, she goes weak in the knees after just a few thrusts from behind, can’t even hold the position.

Few people responded, but with over a hundred people in the group, everyone would see it soon.

At that time, Peng Jie rolled his eyes, cursed “idiot,” and wondered if it was a case of a chicken being inferior. He kicked the guy out of the group and screenshotted the conversation, sending it to Xiao Xiao’s brother, Xiao Tan.

Eighteen-year-old Peng Jie always believed that there are no unresponsive sluts, only unskilled dicks. As a tech-savvy player, he often discussed such topics, but the subjects were usually sex workers who were open and wild. But even as degenerate as they were, they knew better than to bully the girls around them.

Besides, who would mess with someone close to home? Just look at Wang Yang, that unlucky guy, to see how dangerous it is to get involved with someone close.

But no one can escape their fate.

After enjoying freedom and arrogance, one must bear the responsibility and consequences. Peng Jie was from the Peng family, and everything he had came from them. As the only son, he ultimately had to enter marriage to “continue” the family line, as his grandfather put it.

So, as soon as he reached marriageable age, the Peng family patriarch made the decision. The next day, Peng Jie was called to get his marriage certificate, and only then did he find out that his partner was Xiao Xiao, who had just graduated from abroad.

Twenty-two-year-old Peng Jie and twenty-one-year-old Xiao Xiao got their marriage certificate and were each given a suitcase, moving into a duplex in the city center, a gift from the Xiao family to their daughter.

Thus, the relationship between the Peng and Xiao families, which had been distant for three generations, became stronger. The Xiao family’s coastal project, which had been stalled, suddenly sped up with the news from C City.

The two had never met before and now lived together. Xiao Xiao stayed in the master bedroom on the second floor, and Peng Jie slept in the guest room on the first floor. They didn’t interfere with each other, living separate lives. Without needing to spell it out, they both knew they were just puppets, and their marriage was just a transaction.

They became the glue holding the two families together, ensuring the Xiao family’s continued rise.

So, they only appeared together when the Peng family discussed the wedding, visiting the main house to greet the patriarch and have a meal. They nodded to all the questions asked.

But soon after, the patriarch, in his seventies and not as robust, made a public vow at his seventieth birthday celebration, saying he wanted to hold his grandchild before he was wrapped in the national flag. The wedding was set for three months later, but the pre-pregnancy check-ups had already begun.

Everything was going according to plan until Xiao Xiao’s mother, during a surprise inspection, saw her daughter kicking her husband out to the guest room. She flew into a rage. Xiao Xiao, who had been abroad for three years, argued back with a bit of aggression, and the confrontation ended with a slap.

It turned out that the price of spending money like water was having to sacrifice one’s future at the right time. This girl, who had never been scolded for maxing out her cards, received her first slap from her mother for sleeping in separate rooms with her husband of less than a month.

After graduation, Peng Jie started taking over the family business, coming home late every day. If he didn’t come home, he would get a call from his family the next day. So, he took care of his physical needs in the rest room. Therefore, he sometimes found it annoying to have a “wife” at home, especially one known for being a spoiled brat.

Used to being in charge, he couldn’t stand princess syndrome. Fortunately, they didn’t need to interact much, each living their own lives without interference, an open marriage where they just needed to have a child to fulfill their duty.

As for the money, he could afford it.

Today, the business manager from the Lu family came to renew the contract. Lu Jiaxin’s black stockings were torn at the crotch, and she knelt by the bed in the rest room. The man stood, wearing only an open shirt, his thick cock thrusting into her wet pussy.

Just before nine, Peng Jie sent her home. He leaned over to unbuckle her seatbelt and kissed her forehead, his tender voice saying goodnight. The deep blue Lamborghini roared away into the night.

Lu Jiaxin watched the deep blue car disappear, feeling a pang, but quickly slapped herself.

No one could tie down a man like that, let alone someone with an ordinary background like her. All she needed was to make more deals and buy her own piece of land in C City.

When Peng Jie got home at nine-forty, he still smelled of lust and perfume, but he didn’t bother to hide it. Feeling thirsty, he turned on the light in the living room to get a glass of water. He noticed a girl curled up on the white fur rug in front of the sofa.

Not wanting to disturb her but out of courtesy, he poured two glasses of water and walked over. As he bent down to place the glass, he saw the girl’s swollen eyes and the slap mark on her left cheek.

The man couldn’t help but frown, forgetting the gentlemanly distance he should maintain. He lifted the girl’s chin with his left hand and looked down at her delicate, tear-streaked face, his voice tinged with anger:

“Who hit you? Your boyfriend?”

Boyfriend? If it were her boyfriend, she would hit him back and break up with him, continuing her carefree life. But it wasn’t. It was someone she couldn’t hit back.

Tears rolled down her cheeks, falling onto the man’s palm. This was the first time they truly touched each other, skin to skin, not just acting with clothes between them.

The playboy never liked seeing women cry outside of bed:

“Break up with him. If you can’t, I’ll help you.”

“Domestic violence happens once, it happens countless times. Don’t be foolish.”

The man’s words echoed in the empty living room, breaking the previous darkness and coldness. Even though he was talking about something unrelated, the words “I’ll help you” struck a chord.

Peng Jie took out a tissue and gently wiped Xiao Xiao’s tears. He then helped her to the sofa. Feeling her cold hands, he got her a glass of warm water.

The warmth of his fingertips made Xiao Xiao’s shoulders relax involuntarily, and she softly said:

“Thank you.”