Part 1Picking up a villainous boss as a husband

When the main villain was thrown in jail, I, blinded by lust, took advantage of the chaos and kidnapped his eight-pack-abs son.

Every day was filled with kissing, touching, and all sorts of "training."

The young man, stripped of his powerful backing, had no choice but to endure the humiliation unwillingly.

Until one day, rumors spread that the villain was about to be released and was searching the world for his son.

Panicked, I rushed back to my rental apartment to pack my bags and flee the country.

Instead, I walked in on the boy, who was supposed to be tied to the bed, radiating a terrifying aura. A cigarette dangled from his lips as he tossed an evidence bag to his subordinate.

"Let him rot in there for another ten years."

Me: ???!

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The first time I saw Song Qingli was at the H University basketball court.

The boy lifted his shirt to wipe off sweat, inadvertently revealing a perfect set of eight-pack abs and a tantalizingly tapered waist.

The drawstring of his gray sweatpants hung naturally over the bulge.

It immediately caught my eye.

I stood there observing for a long time, feeling a heat rise through my body.

Conclusion: It's really big.

Um... I mean the sun.

Our eyes met. When Song Qingli saw me, a look of indescribable panic flashed through his eyes. He stopped playing and turned to walk in the opposite direction.

I sprinted over to block him, intending to hand him the water I'd prepared, but only got a cold "Stay away from me."

Oh my, a flower on a high peak, and a prickly one at that.

Even better, hehe—

My friend who invited me to H University was blunt: "Yaoyao, Song Qingli seems to hate you a bit."

I nodded. "Normal."

Ever since I hit my head at my coming-of-age party, I realized I was living in a novel.

My parents are the main characters, and Song Qingli's dad is the world-destroying villain.

Our families are mortal enemies, so naturally, Song Qingli wouldn't have a good attitude toward me.

But as the saying goes, no matter how hard a man's mouth is, his lips are soft when you kiss them...

After that day, I lowered my standards and pursued Song Qingli aggressively.

He remained unmoved, avoiding me like the plague.

The third time I wore a tube top, spaghetti straps, and a mini skirt, pretending to sprain my ankle in front of him and begging for help, I got caught.

Song Qingli's villainous father pointed at my nose and threatened viciously:

"As long as I live, you will never touch a single hair on my son's head."

"Then may I ask, when would it be convenient for you to die?"

Before I could finish, my parents burst in and dragged me home.

My mom, who usually only cared about being lovey-dovey with my dad and ignored me, was furious for the first time:

"Yaoyao, we are in a life-or-death struggle with the Song family. Song Qingli hates you, you won't be happy with him."

I retorted silently in my heart: No, you don't understand, I will definitely be sexually happy!

My dad spoke calmly to comfort her: "Honey, you're overthinking it. With Song Huairen around, our daughter won't get her hands on Song Qingli anyway."