ICCFVHR 10

Chapter 10

Never Had Her Butt Smacked Before

Book Title: In the ’70s, the Pampered Beauty Calls Him Husband, and the Cold-Faced Tycoon Breaks His Vows Author: Tian Xuan Yao Zhang Word Count: 2,029 words Update Time: 2026-03-13 20:40:39

Hearing those words, the production leader’s expression softened a bit.

He turned to Lu Shiyan. “Lu Shiyan, speak up. Do you two really plan to register your marriage?”

Lu Shiyan stood there, the moonlight falling across his face, making it hard to read his expression.

He cast a glance at Su Wanqing.

Su Wanqing was also looking at him. Her eyes were red and teardrops still hung from her eyelashes, yet a distinct glimmer of slyness danced in her gaze.

It was as if she were saying: Play along with my act! What are you standing there frozen for?

Lu Shiyan almost burst out laughing.

Restraining himself, he lowered his eyes and said in a soft, deep voice, “Mm, everything goes according to what Qingqing wants.”

The production leader looked at him, then at Su Wanqing, and let out a soft sigh.

“Alright, alright,” he waved his hand. “Everyone disperse. It’s the middle of the night, stop making a scene here.”

Zhang Hongying panicked instantly.

“Production Leader! It can’t just end like this! She even beat me!”

The production leader shot her a cold glance.

“Why she beat you—don’t you know the reason well enough in your own heart?”

Zhang Hongying opened her mouth but couldn’t utter a single word.

The production leader spoke again, “Zhang Hongying, you didn’t sleep in the middle of the night, secretly stalked someone, spied on them all night, and even ran over to call everyone to catch them red-handed. As it turns out, they are legitimately a couple discussing marriage. Is the way you handled this matter even remotely proper?”

Zhang Hongying’s face turned bright red. “I… I did it for the sake of the collective…”

“Enough, enough,” the production leader cut her off impatiently. “Go back, stop making a public fool of yourself here.”

Zhang Hongying bit her lip, her eyes completely bloodshot with frustration. She gave Su Wanqing a vicious glare before turning around and running away.

The onlookers also gradually dispersed.

The flashlight beams drifted further and further away, and the barking of the dogs faded out. Quiet returned to the edge of the haystack once more.

The moonlight spilled down silently, enveloping the two of them.

Su Wanqing let out a long sigh of relief, wiped the tears from her face, and turned to look at Lu Shiyan.

Lu Shiyan was also staring at her. Under the moonlight, those dark eyes of his were deep, concealing unreadable emotions.

Feeling a bit self-conscious under his gaze, Su Wanqing looked away. “What are you looking at?”

“Mm, you really are beautiful,” Lu Shiyan answered.

“Glib-tongued!” Su Wanqing felt her heart skip a beat from his gaze. She reached out and gave him a push. “Alright, the show is over. I’m heading back.”

Just as she was about to turn around, Lu Shiyan suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.

Su Wanqing looked back.

Lu Shiyan stared at her, his voice dropping very low. “About registering the marriage, were you saying it just for fun, or were you being serious?”

Su Wanqing blinked and threw a question back instead: “Then do you hope I was saying it for fun, or being serious?”

“What do you think?” The way Lu Shiyan looked at her was as if he wanted to tear her apart and devour her whole.

“Of course I was just playing around,” she raised an eyebrow. “If I didn’t say that, how could we have brushed it off? Don’t tell me you wanted to walk down the streets with a shaming placard hanging around our necks?”

Lu Shiyan looked at her, remaining silent.

Growing more and more flustered by his intense gaze, Su Wanqing forcefully yanked her hand back. “Alright, alright, I’m heading back. You should go back and sleep early too.”

Cradling the cloth bundle, she turned and walked away.

Leaving Lu Shiyan standing dejectedly in place.

However, after taking a few steps, Su Wanqing suddenly turned around again and came jogging back.

Lu Shiyan blanked out for a moment.

Su Wanqing ran up to him and tilted her face up to look at him.

Under the moonlight, there wasn’t a single trace of tears on her face. She was smiling brightly, her eyes curling into lovely crescents.

“Oh my,” she stepped closer, tilting her head to tease him, “you’re not about to cry your eyes out, are you?”

Lu Shiyan: “…”

Looking at his expression, Su Wanqing couldn’t help but burst into laughter. She laughed so hard she trembled, her whole body shaking, and the cloth bundle in her arms bobbed along with her movement.

“Lu Shiyan, that expression of yours just now, Hahaha, it was way too hilarious! Did you think I really left? Did you think I didn’t want you anymore?”

Lu Shiyan’s face darkened a bit.

This little enchantress.

Only after she had laughed her fill did Su Wanqing finally stop. She looked at him, her eyes bright like stars.

“Regarding that question just now,” she spoke up, “you asked me whether I was playing around or being serious.”

Lu Shiyan looked at her without saying a word, waiting for her following words.

Su Wanqing took a step forward, tilting her face up to look at him with utmost seriousness. “Of course I’m being serious.”

The look in Lu Shiyan’s eyes shifted instantly.

Su Wanqing reached out, gently poking his chest. “I’ve already been completely devoured by you, and you still ask if I’m playing around? What, do you want to back out of your responsibility?”

“Of course not!” Lu Shiyan blurted out.

The moment the words left his mouth, he realized he had been led by the nose by this little enchantress yet again.

Seeing him like this, Su Wanqing laughed again, her eyes curving beautifully. “Oh, so you don’t want to back out of your responsibility? That means you want to take responsibility then?”

Lu Shiyan looked at her, his teeth itching with an urge to bite her.

This little enchantress had sent his heart on a chaotic rollercoaster ride. One moment she said she was leaving, the next she ran back; one moment she claimed it was a joke, the next she said she was serious.

His heart had just been tossed up and down by her, exactly like riding a swing.

Meanwhile, she stood there smiling beautifully like a blooming flower.

He really wanted to…

Lu Shiyan suddenly reached out, caught her wrist with a firm grip, and gave a gentle tug.

Caught off guard, Su Wanqing tumbled forward, crashing straight into his chest.

Taking a step back, Lu Shiyan took advantage of the momentum to sit down onto the haystack, pressing her down across his lap.

Lying facedown over his thighs, Su Wanqing was momentarily dazed. “What are you doing?”

Without a word, Lu Shiyan raised his hand and brought it down right against her butt.

Smack! It wasn’t overly heavy, but the sound was quite crisp.

Su Wanqing’s entire body froze. The moment she realized what Lu Shiyan was doing, her face instantly exploded into a fiery red!

Lu Shiyan smacked her again, scolding her with a laugh, “That’s for being mischievous! That’s for playing tricks on me!”

Smack! Another one came down.

“Are you going to laugh at me again?”

Smack, smack… He brought his hand down stroke after stroke, looking as though he had gotten addicted to it.

“Are you going to tease me again?”

Lying across his lap, Su Wanqing’s face burned with intense heat, the flush spreading all the way from the tips of her ears down to her neck.

She had lived two lifetimes and had never had her butt smacked by anyone before!

Not before her reincarnation, and definitely not after!

“Lu Shiyan!” she struggled to get up. “You bastard!”

Lu Shiyan held her down, refusing to let her budge, and delivered another smack to her bottom.

“Who are you calling a bastard?”

Both ashamed and furious, Su Wanqing’s eyes instantly rimmed with red. “Let me go!”

Lu Shiyan looked down at her. Under the moonlight, her ears were red enough to bleed, and her neck was covered in a deep crimson flush. She writhed and twisted across his lap, resembling a startled little rabbit.

The amusement in his eyes grew even thicker. “Are you still going to be mischievous?”

Unable to break free, Su Wanqing grew anxious and aggrieved, her tears dropping down with heavy splashes. “Lu Shiyan, you bastard! I’m not marrying you anymore! Not even if it kills me!”

Hearing this, Lu Shiyan raised his hand and delivered another smack.

“Are you marrying me or not?”

Su Wanqing sobbed so hard she could barely breathe. “No! I won’t!”

Smack.

“Are you marrying me or not?”

“I won’t—”

Smack.

“Hmm?”

Completely stripped of her defiance by his smacks, Su Wanqing lay across his lap, weeping and wailing miserably, “I’ll marry you, I’ll marry you, I’ll marry you! Is marrying you enough?!”

Only then did Lu Shiyan stop his hand.

He helped her up, settling her down to sit properly on his lap, and looked down at her.