My CEO Husband Has Some Issues

This man’s hair quality was exceptional, distinguished strand by strand, deeply black— a lustrous, gleaming black each hair firm and shimmering with vitality. With his fair skin contrasting starkly against his dark hair, his naturally sharp and handsome features were all the more striking.

No wonder his votes never waned each year when magazines select Capital City’s most desired eligible bachelors.

A man with wealth, looks, power, and youth—who wouldn’t choose him?

Not to mention his impressive physique!

Typically lean in clothing, but with a muscular frame underneath.

Even though he seldom appeared in entertainment magazines, the rare glimpse of him in financial interviews was enough to attract plenty of attention.

However, Li Shengxiao’s personality was quite peculiar, as unlike other executives who also prefer to avoid high-profile exposure, he took it to another level with his near-zero media presence!

On the rare occasions when he had to make a public appearance and was caught on camera by media journalists, his public relations department would step in afterward to delete the footage and photos.

Thus, only one or two distant paparazzi shots of him were circulating on the internet.

But it was a miracle how, based solely on the commanding aura and the noble temperament captured in these widely disseminated candid shots, he firmly held the top spot in the annual eligible bachelor rankings!

Rong Yan, standing on tiptoes to wipe him down, grew too tired. Her arms became numb, unable to lift any longer, and she had to swing her shoulders, whispering, “Um, Li Shengxiao, you’re too tall, could you please sit down? I can’t quite reach you.”

The man who had been squinting his eyes and staring at her didn’t move, his deep-set eyes watching her turbidly, as if they contained a thousand words.

Rong Yan felt uneasy under his gaze, clutching the towel, and volunteered, “What’s wrong, is there something dirty on my face?”

She reached out and touched, but didn’t feel anything.

“No, there isn’t.”

If there was no dirt, why was he constantly staring at her face?

Just then, her wrist was suddenly grasped!

Caught off guard, Rong Yan was thrown onto the bed, and the next second, a towering figure loomed over her. He pinned her hands above her head.

Rong Yan tried to struggle, but found that his hand was as unyielding as a vice, utterly immobilizing her.

“Li Shengxiao, what’s the matter with you?”

A wave of coolness washed over her wrist, and after the initial chill, she realized his palm was as hot as fire. The scalding heat felt as though it was ablaze.

Why was his body temperature so high?

Only then did Rong Yan belatedly realize that this man bore no scent of alcohol on his breath.

Hadn’t Doctor Cui said he had been drinking? How could there be no smell? Setting aside the absence of alcohol scent, why was his body temperature so high!

“Li Shengxiao…” Like Cui Jiangjing, her first instinct was to think he had a fever, and she became anxious, her movements growing more vigorous, “Let go of me first, I need to check… ”

Before she could complete her sentence about checking for a fever, two thin lips suddenly pressed down.

He had kissed before, but this time was unlike any other. His kiss carried anger, confusion, discomfort— a mix of emotions all bearing down at once, as if to devour her entirely, to punish her fiercely. The root of Rong Yan’s tongue numbed from the kiss, as she whimpered in protest. But it was futile; the more she struggled, the more intense the kiss became, as if its fierceness alone could prove something.

When the kiss ended, her lips were numb, and the corner of her mouth had been bitten, albeit lightly, leaving a tingling sensation.