Title: Transmigrated as the Doomed Fake Heiress: The System Demands I Slap Faces!
CHAPTER 7: THE DEVIL'S BARGAIN
The night air was freezing as we exited the hotel, but I barely felt it. A convoy of six matte-black, heavily armored SUVs idled at the curb, surrounding a massive, custom-built Maybach Pullman.
Lu Qingshan's men formed a perimeter, their eyes scanning the dark streets with military precision. A hydraulic lift seamlessly raised Lu Qingshan's wheelchair into the cavernous, luxurious back of the Maybach. I climbed in after him, the heavy armored door thudding shut behind me, plunging us into a deeply tinted, soundproof sanctuary.
The interior smelled of rich leather, sandalwood, and the faint, metallic tang of ozone—a scent I was quickly associating with the terrifying man sitting across from me.
As the Maybach pulled away from the curb, gliding smoothly into the neon-lit city streets, the silence between us stretched. I sat opposite him on the plush leather seats, acutely aware of my ruined dress, my bare, shivering shoulders, and the drying blood on my skin.
Lu Qingshan pressed a button on the armrest. A hidden compartment slid open, revealing a meticulously stocked medical kit.
"Give me your hand," he commanded softly.
I hesitated, then extended my bruised hand. He took it with a surprising, almost reverent gentleness. Using a sterile alcohol wipe, he began to clean the minor cuts on my knuckles and the glass scratches on my arms. His touch was freezing cold, yet strangely electrifying.
"I suppose you have questions," Lu Qingshan said, his eyes focused entirely on wrapping a small silk bandage around my wrist.
"A few," I replied, forcing my voice to remain steady. "Starting with the marriage certificate. The original—I mean, I—never signed any documents with you."
Lu Qingshan didn't look up. "Three days ago, the Su family realized they were on the verge of bankruptcy. In a desperate bid for cash, your father sold you. He signed a marriage proxy contract with a broker, believing he was selling you off to 'Old Man Lu', the seventy-year-old pervert who runs the northern docks."
My stomach churned in disgust at the Su family's depravity. "But it wasn't Old Man Lu."
"No," Lu Qingshan replied, finally lifting his dark eyes to meet mine. "My subordinates intercepted the broker. I bought the contract. I had my legal team expedite the marriage certificate this afternoon. In the eyes of the law, the heavens, and the underworld, you are mine, Lin Xia."
He bought me?
[WARNING! SYSTEM ANOMALY DETECTED!] The mechanical voice in my head suddenly shrieked, flashing bright red warning signs across my vision. [Target: Lu Qingshan. Threat Level: INCALCULABLE. Target possesses an aura that disrupts System scans. Proceed with extreme caution, Host!]
I swallowed hard, ignoring the panicked System. "Why?" I asked, looking straight into his fathomless eyes. "You are the most powerful man in the country. You could have anyone. Why buy a disgraced fake heiress?"
Lu Qingshan paused. He reached out, his cold, pale fingertips brushing a stray lock of hair behind my ear. The gesture was intimate, possessive, and wildly dangerous.
"Because, Lin Xia," he whispered, leaning in closer, the scent of sandalwood wrapping around me. "I am a dying man. I have a congenital poison in my blood that no doctor on earth can cure. My fortune tellers, my doctors, my enemies—they all say I won't live to see the end of the year."
He gently traced the line of my jaw. "But three days ago, when my spies brought me your medical files regarding your 'Golden Blood', my private researchers made a discovery. Your unique blood composition contains a rare stabilizing enzyme. It is the only substance on earth that can suppress the poison in my veins."
I froze. So I'm just a blood bag to him, too?
Before the anger could fully ignite in my chest, Lu Qingshan’s thumb brushed over my lower lip, silencing my thoughts.
"I know what you are thinking," he said, his voice dropping to a low, husky register. "You think I brought you here to drain you, just like that scum family did. You are wrong."
He leaned back into the shadows of the Maybach, his eyes gleaming like obsidian. "I do not steal from my wife. I offer a trade. You provide me with a monthly transfusion—safely, in a state-of-the-art facility, with no harm to your health. In return, I give you the world. My wealth, my armies, my empire. Anyone who has ever wronged you, I will crush beneath my wheels. Anyone who looks at you with disrespect, I will blind. You will be the untouchable Queen of the shadows."
He extended his cold hand toward me, an undeniable proposition. "Do we have a deal, Madam Lu?"
I looked at his hand. Then I looked at the system interface hovering in my vision, displaying my massive stockpile of Face-Slapping Points. I was a transmigrator with a cheat system, and now, the ultimate villain of the novel was offering me the keys to his kingdom.
I didn't just want to survive in this world. I wanted to conquer it.
I reached out and firmly gripped his hand. "We have a deal, Husband. But let's get one thing straight. I don't need you to crush my enemies for me."
I offered him a wicked, bloodthirsty smile. "I prefer to do the slapping myself. You can just hold my purse while I do it."
For the first time all night, Lu Qingshan threw his head back and genuinely laughed. It was a terrifying, magnificent sound.
"Deal," he purred.
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