Seductive Pet: My Abstinent Uncle's Long-Term Scheme

The rain in New York seemed determined to drown the entire city.

Summer stood outside the revolving doors of a five-star hotel, her hand tightly clutching a crumpled wedding invitation.

Groom: Julian Foster. Bride: Vanessa White.

How ironic. Just three days ago, Julian was still saying affectionately over the phone that he would take her to Bali for her birthday. In the blink of an eye, he was holding an engagement banquet with Summer's best friend in this magnificent banquet hall.

"Summer, face reality."

Julian walked out with his arm around Vanessa, looking at Summer who was in a pathetic state in the heavy rain. There was no hint of guilt in his eyes, only the impatience of having his fun interrupted. "Vanessa is pregnant; I have to give her a name. As for you... the Foster family will give you a compensation fee. Don't pester me anymore."

Looking at this face that had once made her heart flutter for three years, Summer suddenly felt a wave of nausea.

"Compensation fee?" Summer sneered, wiping the rain off her face, her eyes clearer and colder than ever before. "Julian Foster, I wish you a hundred years of harmony and a son soon."

She turned and rushed into the curtain of rain.

She didn't go home, but went directly to the most mysterious and intimidating place in New York—the Foster family's ancestral mansion.

In the Foster family, there was only one person who could handle Julian.

That was his own uncle, Silas Foster.

The rain grew heavier.

A black Maybach slowly drove toward the mansion, and the heavy iron gates slowly opened.

Summer suddenly rushed out from behind the trees and stood straight in front of the car.

"Screech—!"

The ear-piercing sound of brakes was particularly startling in the silent rainy night.

Summer was soaked to the skin, her thin shirt clinging to her body, outlining her graceful curves. Ignoring the driver's angry shouts, she walked directly to the rear window and banged hard on the glass.

The window rolled down slowly.

A rich but cold scent of cigar smoke drifted out.

The first thing Summer saw was a pair of bottomless eyes. Those eyes seemed to have been soaked in ice and snow for years; just one look made her feel like her breathing was about to freeze.

That was Silas Foster.

The man who held the power of life and death in the Foster family, and even the economic lifeblood of New York.

"Summer?"

His voice was deep and magnetic, with a sandpaper-like texture, yet without any emotional fluctuation.

"Mr. Foster." Summer endured the trembling of her whole body, her hands resting on the car door, staring straight at him. "Julian Foster betrayed me; he's going to marry Vanessa White."

Silas took a light puff of his cigar, the sparks flickering in the darkness. "So? You came to me to cry?"

"No."

Summer took a deep breath, as if she had made some kind of decision, her voice clear and resolute:

"I want to ask Mr. Foster, do you need a wife? The kind that can make Julian Foster kneel down and call me Auntie."

The car fell into a deathly silence.

The cigar in Silas's hand stopped at his lips.

He slowly turned his head, those sharp eyes seeming to see through Summer. He reached out, his cool fingertips lifting her chin, the movement full of dangerous aggression.

"Summer, do you know what you're saying?"

He leaned over, his breath pouring onto her cheek, with an intense sense of pressure.

"Want to use me, Silas Foster? The price, you can't afford it."

Summer held her breath, her heart beating so fast it was about to break through her chest, but she didn't back down.

"As long as I can make him regret it, I can afford any price."

Silas stared at her eyes, which were sparkling with anger and stubbornness, and a faint curve actually appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Very well."

He let go of her and instructed the driver in front in a cold voice:

"Let her in."

The rain became even more violent. Summer, soaked to the skin, stood before that black Rolls-Royce like a lily ravaged by wind and rain.

The window rolled down slowly, revealing a face with immense visual impact.

Silas Foster.

The current head of the Foster family, Julian Foster's biological uncle. Rumor had it that he was solitary and cold, staying away from women, making him the most difficult mountain to climb in New York's socialite circles.

"Summer?" The man's voice was deep and magnetic, like it had been soaked in rich red wine.

"Uncle." Summer spoke, her voice carrying a hint of trembling, though she didn't know if it was from the cold or the shock.

"Where's Julian?" Silas's long fingers rested on the window sill, his gaze deep as he stared at her.

"He's proposing to another woman." Summer curled her lips in self-mockery, a flash of determination in her eyes.

She took a step forward, her hands gripping the car window, looking at him with burning eyes: "Uncle, do you need a wife? The kind that can drive Julian Foster to death."

The air inside the car instantly froze.

The driver in the front seat held his breath, not daring to make a sound.

Silas stared at her, his gaze as sharp as a blade, as if wanting to see through her soul.

"Summer, do you know what you're saying?"

"I know." Summer took a deep breath, rain sliding down her cheeks. "Julian humiliated me, so I want to be his elder. Silas Foster, if you marry me, you'll have an even better chance at the Foster family's next generation inheritance rights, won't you?"

Silas suddenly let out a soft laugh. That smile didn't reach his eyes; instead, it made one feel cold all over.

"Want to use me?" He suddenly reached out, gripping the back of her head and pulling her close until their noses almost touched. "Summer, the price is something you can't afford."

Silas Foster's aura was dominant and cold, like a fine net wrapping Summer tightly.

"What price?" Summer met his gaze stubbornly.

"Once you enter my door, don't even think about leaving for the rest of your life." Silas's voice was exceptionally clear amidst the sound of the wind and rain.

"Fine." Summer didn't hesitate for a moment.

Compared to being humiliated by that scumbag Julian Foster, she would rather sink into darkness by the side of this devil, Silas Foster.

Silas stared at her for a long time, finally letting go, his tone returning to its usual indifference: "Get in."

Summer stumbled around to the other side and sat in the back seat.

The heater was on in the car, but she felt even colder.

Silas casually tossed over a clean towel. "Dry yourself."

"Thank you."

Throughout the journey, neither spoke again.

Summer looked at the neon lights receding rapidly outside the window, her heart as cold as ash. She knew how crazy a decision she had made, but she didn't regret it.

The car finally stopped in front of a villa on the mountainside.

This was Silas Foster's private territory; except for servants, no outsiders had ever set foot here.

"Tomorrow morning at nine, bring your household registration." Before getting out of the car, Silas dropped these words coldly.

Summer was stunned. "Where to?"

"The Civil Affairs Bureau."

The man's back disappeared into the entrance. Standing in the rain, Summer suddenly felt that this high-stakes gamble had only just begun.

The next morning at nine, at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Summer wore a simple white shirt, her long hair draped over her shoulders, looking fresh and gentle. But her hand tightly clutching the strap of her bag betrayed the trepidation in her heart.

A black Bentley stopped on time.

Silas Foster stepped out of the car in a formal suit, noble and solemn.

The two walked into the hall, taking the fast-track channel.

Photos, signatures, stamps.

In less than ten minutes, two red booklets were handed to them.

"Mrs. Foster." Silas looked at the marriage certificate in his hand, a mysterious dark glint flashing in his eyes. "It's too late to regret now."

Summer looked at the photo of the two on the marriage certificate. Silas's expression was cold, while she looked somewhat stiff.

"I don't regret it."

Just as they stepped out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Summer received a call from Julian Foster.

"Summer, where are you? I can explain about last night..."

"No need to explain." Summer interrupted him, her tone unprecedentedly calm. "Julian Foster, from now on, remember to call me 'Auntie' when we meet."

"What did you say? Are you crazy?"

Silas took the phone from Summer's hand, his voice as cold as frost: "Julian, it's me. Show your aunt some respect from now on."

The sound of a phone falling and shattering came from the other end.

Silas returned the phone to Summer and naturally wrapped his arm around her waist. "Since the certificate is signed, let's move."

At this moment, Summer finally felt the reality of it.

She had married the most terrifying man in New York.

Summer had very little luggage, only one suitcase.

When she moved into Silas Foster's mountainside villa, she had a dreamlike illusion.

"You'll stay in the room on the left on the second floor." Silas led her into the room. "That's the master bedroom."

Summer was startled. "We... are staying in the same room?"

"We are a legal couple, Mrs. Foster, what do you think?" Silas undid his tie, a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

Summer nodded with a red face. "I understand."

The master bedroom was large, the decoration style simple and masculine, reflecting Silas's personal touch everywhere.

In the evening, after Summer finished her shower and came out, she found Silas leaning against the headboard reading a book. He had changed into black silk pajamas, the collar slightly open, revealing his firm chest and exuding the sexiness of a mature man.

Summer shrank onto the sofa, not daring to get close.

"Come here," Silas said without looking up.

Summer dawdled as she moved to the side of the bed.

Silas suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms. Summer let out a cry of surprise and bumped into his solid chest.

"Summer, since you dared to marry me, you must be prepared to fulfill your duties as a wife."

His hand rested on her lower back, his burning body temperature transferring through the thin fabric, making Summer stiff all over.

"I... I'm not ready yet."

"It's okay." Silas placed a restrained kiss on her forehead. " I have plenty of patience."

That night, he just held her tightly as they slept. In his arms, listening to his steady heartbeat, Summer actually felt an unprecedented sense of security.

As the days passed, the relationship between Summer and Silas Foster was maintained in a subtle balance.

He was still very busy, leaving early and returning late every day. But he would have someone take her to school on time every day and personally check on her every dinner.

This silent pampering made Summer feel somewhat overwhelmed by his favor.

But today, Summer encountered Julian Foster at school.

"Summer! What kind of methods did you use to seduce my uncle?" Julian blocked her at the entrance of the grand auditorium, his eyes crazy and gloomy.

"Julian Foster, please watch your language." Summer looked at him coldly.

"Language? Summer, you used to love me to death, and now to get revenge on me, you actually degraded yourself by marrying that old man?"

"Slap!"

Summer raised her hand and gave him a slap.

"Silas Foster is not old; he's more mature, more steady, and understands respect better than you."

Just as Julian was about to lose his temper, a familiar black Cullinan stopped at the roadside.

Silas Foster stepped out of the car with a cold face, his powerful aura instantly making Julian wilt.

"Un... Uncle."

Silas didn't even acknowledge him, walking straight to Summer and taking her backpack. "Why so slow?"

"Ran into some trouble," Summer said softly.

Silas turned to look at Julian, his gaze like ice. "Julian, it seems you haven't learned how to address people properly. Go kneel in the ancestral hall. When you've learned, then you can come out."

Julian's face turned pale, but he didn't dare to resist.

In the car, Summer looked at Silas and couldn't help but ask: "Why are you so good to me?"

Silas turned his head, his deep gaze fixed on her face. "Summer, since you're afraid of me, why did you come close to me in the first place?"

"Because... at that time, you were my only hope."

"And now?"

Summer didn't speak, but secretly held his hand.

A family gathering at the Foster family's ancestral mansion.

This was Summer's first official appearance as "Mrs. Foster."

The living room was filled with elders and juniors of the Foster family. When Silas Foster walked into the hall holding Summer's hand, everyone's gaze changed.

Surprise, doubt, contempt—all kinds of emotions intertwined.

"Silas, you've married too hastily," the elderly Mrs. Foster said with a frown.

"It's not hasty; I've considered it for a long time." Silas pulled Summer down to sit, his movement extremely natural.

Julian Foster had been kneeling in the ancestral hall for three days and was only released today. He sat in the corner, looking disheveled, staring deathly at Summer.

"Julian." Silas suddenly called his name.

Julian shuddered all over. "Uncle."

"You haven't greeted her yet." Silas sipped his tea slowly, his gaze cold.

Julian's hands clenched on his knees until they creaked.

"Aunt... Auntie." He almost squeezed those two words out from between his teeth.

Summer felt an unspeakable satisfaction in her heart. This was what she wanted—to be in this man's arms and watch that scumbag bow and scrape.

"Good boy, Julian." Summer smiled slightly, mimicking Silas's tone.

The entire room was dead silent.

Summer looked at Silas and found that there was actually a hint of a smile in the man's eyes that had never been there before.

It was indulgence.

At that moment, Summer suddenly understood that what this man gave her was not just protection, but the greatest confidence in the entire Foster family.

Silas Foster's pampering was never in his words.

Summer discovered that as long as it was a sentence she had casually mentioned, it would surely come true the next day.

She said the braised pork in the school cafeteria was too oily; the next day, the villa's chef specifically sent her a specially made lunch.

She said the lighting in the library was too dim; within three days, the Foster Group donated a large batch of top-tier eye-protection lighting systems to the school.

Even the new products of that niche brand she liked didn't require her to scramble for them; Silas's secretary would deliver them to her cloakroom in advance.

This evening, Summer was rushing through her homework in the study, while Silas sat nearby handling official business.

"Uncle, are you pampering me too much?" Summer couldn't help but ask.

Silas stopped his pen, looked up, his eyes dark. "Don't like it?"

"No, it's just too unreal." Summer walked to his side and boldly sat on his lap.

Silas naturally wrapped his arms around her waist, his voice dark and hoarse. "Then do you want to do something real?"

He leaned down, his warm kiss falling on her neck.

Summer's heart beat like thunder, her hands circling his neck.

This man who had been abstinent for thirty years, once he moved with emotion, was like a long-pent-up flood, wanting to swallow her whole.

"Summer, you are mine, and no one can take you away."

He whispered in her ear.

Summer closed her eyes, letting herself sink into his gentle world.

Summer had a nightmare.

In the dream, it was that afternoon when she was pushed into the lake by Julian Foster; the cold lake water covered the top of her head, and the sense of suffocation was overwhelming.

"Summer, wake up!"

A gentle and urgent voice pulled her back from the abyss.

Summer opened her eyes and saw Silas Foster looking at her anxiously. He hadn't slept yet, carrying a faint scent of tobacco and wood.

Summer grabbed his waist and buried her face in his arms, crying out loud.

"It's okay, I'm here." Silas lightly stroked her back, his voice incredibly gentle.

He held her like this for the entire night.

The next morning, when Summer woke up, she found herself still tightly held in the man's arms.

"Still scared?" Silas kissed the top of her head.

Summer shook her head. "As long as I'm in Uncle's arms, I'm not afraid."

Silas suddenly flipped over, pinning her beneath him, his gaze deep. "Still calling me Uncle?"

"Si... Silas." Summer changed her address shyly.

The man's laughter was deep and pleasant as he lowered his head and sealed her lips.

At this moment, Summer finally let go of the past completely and finally believed that this man was her greatest salvation in this life.

Foster Group.

Today, the entire secretary's office was in a state of low pressure.

Mr. Foster had lost his temper during a meeting, and several senior executives were thoroughly scolded.

"What should we do? Secretary Chen, you go deliver the coffee."

"I'm not going; I want to live a few more years."

While everyone was passing the buck, Summer walked into the elevator carrying a thermal container.

"Madam! You've finally come!" Secretary Chen greeted her like a savior. "Mr. Foster is losing his temper; please go save the day."

Summer knocked on the office door with some trepidation.

Inside, Silas Foster was reviewing documents with a cold face, with several trembling supervisors standing before him.

"Get out," Silas said without looking up.

"It's me," Summer said softly.

Silas looked up abruptly, the ferocity in his eyes vanishing without a trace the moment he saw Summer.

"Why are you here?" He stood up, strode to Summer, and took the things from her hand.

"I... I brought you lunch."

Silas glanced at the supervisors who hadn't left yet. "Still not leaving?"

Several supervisors fled the office as if granted amnesty.

The door closed, and Silas directly pinned Summer against the desk, his voice low and hoarse. "Secretary Chen asked you to 'save the day'?"

"No... no." Summer's face was extremely red.

Silas let out a soft laugh and kissed her lips. "Summer, you are my life-saving medicine."

At this moment, Summer finally understood that her position in Silas's heart was already beyond anyone else's reach.

Since Summer moved into Silas Foster's office, the atmosphere in the secretary's office underwent a world-shaking change.

The Mr. Foster of the past was a "tyrant," but the current Mr. Foster was a "faint-hearted ruler."

During meetings, as long as Summer sent a text message, Mr. Foster would immediately end the topic;

During business dinners, as long as Summer made a phone call, Mr. Foster would drop contracts worth hundreds of millions and rush home to have a late-night snack with his wife.

There were even rumors that to buy a limited edition dessert for his wife, Mr. Foster personally flew a helicopter halfway around the world.

"Silas, everyone says you're pampering me too much." Summer lay on the sofa, eating grapes personally peeled by Silas.

Silas continued peeling the next one with a serious expression. "My own wife, if I don't pamper her, who will?"

"Then what about your company's performance?"

"I have a professional team." Silas fed the grape into her mouth. "Summer, you only need to be responsible for being happy; leave the rest to me."

This unprincipled pampering made Summer feel like she was about to be spoiled rotten by him.

But today, while shopping at the mall, Summer encountered that young model who had previously cheated with Julian Foster.

The other party originally wanted to show off, but seeing the black gold card in Summer's hand, her face turned white with fright.

Summer finally experienced the thrill of "bullying based on power."

Of course, this was also because the man named Silas Foster stood behind her.

In New York's high society, there are always some people who don't know the heights of heaven.

At a charity auction, a certain wealthy heiress, claiming to be Silas Foster's childhood friend, tried to publicly embarrass Summer.

"Miss Summer, I heard you used to chase Julian very hard? How did you suddenly become his aunt?" the heiress asked sarcastically.

Everyone around held their breath, waiting to see Summer make a fool of herself.

Before Summer could speak, Silas Foster, who had been standing behind her, spoke up calmly.

"Miss Miller, you remember incorrectly. Summer never chased Julian; on the contrary, I used every method possible to marry her."

The entire venue was in an uproar.

Silas walked to Summer's side, wrapped his arm around her shoulder, and scanned the heiress with a cold, sharp gaze. "Also, please call her Mrs. Foster from now on. As for those projects of the Miller family, I don't think there's any need for further cooperation."

The Miller heiress instantly collapsed onto the floor.

In the car on the way home, Summer looked at Silas and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"The way you looked just now, you really looked like a villainous boss from a movie."

Silas turned his head, with a half-smile. "Then do you like this boss?"

Summer nodded with a red face. "I like him."

In this man's eyes, except for her, any woman was just air. This extreme sense of security made Summer feel happier than she ever had before.

That was the first time Summer saw Silas Foster drunk.

Because of an extremely difficult acquisition case, he broke his routine and had a few extra drinks at a business dinner.

When he returned home, his steps were slightly unsteady, but his eyes were alarmingly bright.

"Silas, you've had too much to drink." Summer supported him, trying to take him to the bathroom to wash up.

But Silas pinned her against the door, the strong smell of alcohol mixed with his natural scent, making Summer feel dizzy.

"Summer..." He called her name over and over, his voice hoarse.

"I'm here."

"Do you know... actually, that night, it wasn't you who stopped my car, but I who had been waiting for you."

Summer was stunned.

Silas buried his head in her neck, his voice muffled. "I've liked you for many years. Watching you follow Julian, I wished I could kill him. Seeing you so pathetic that night, my heart broke."

So, that was why he had agreed without hesitation when she proposed marriage.

This wasn't a transaction of revenge, but a years-long secret crush coming true.

Summer's eyes turned red. She thought she was the only one using the other, but she didn't expect that this man had already been waiting for her for a long time.

"Silas, thank you." Summer kissed his lips.

That night, the moonlight was gentle, and two souls finally merged completely.

Since that night's heartfelt confession, the relationship between the two entered a passionate phase.

Silas Foster became even more clingy, wishing he could keep Summer by his side every day.

But a happy life always has its twists and turns.

Because of business failure and embezzling public funds, Julian Foster, in a state of desperation, kidnapped Summer.

"Silas Foster! If you don't hand over the shares, I'll kill her!" Julian roared into the phone in an old warehouse.

Summer was tied to a chair, her mouth stuffed with cloth, but she still stared at Julian coldly.

In less than twenty minutes, the warehouse door was kicked open.

Silas walked in alone, his gaze as cold as if looking at a dead person.

"Julian, let her go, and I can spare your life."

"No! You're lying to me! For this woman, you actually want to kick me out of the Foster family!"

Just as Julian wanted to move, Silas's speed was as fast as lightning; in a few flashes, he rushed in front of him and knocked him to the ground with one punch.

He frantically untied the ropes on Summer and hugged her tightly in his arms, with a force as if he wanted to embed her into his body.

"I'm sorry, I'm late."

His voice was trembling.

That was the first time Summer saw this man show such a nearly broken expression.

"Silas, I'm fine."

"Summer, listen, you are my life. If something happens to you, I won't be able to live either."

At this moment, Summer finally understood that she was of immense importance in his life.

One year later.

Summer's graduation ceremony was held at New York University.

Below the stage, Silas Foster stood in a black suit, noble and dazzling, holding a large bouquet of fiery red roses.

Under the gaze of everyone, he walked onto the stage and knelt on one knee.

"Summer, although we've already signed the certificate, I still owe you a formal proposal." He took a diamond ring from his pocket. "Are you willing to let me pamper you for the rest of your life, letting you play and laugh as you wish?"

Summer nodded with reddened eyes. "I am willing."

A grand wedding was held on a private island.

Julian Foster had been sent to a reformatory abroad, and those opposing voices in the Foster family had long since vanished.

On the wedding night.

Silas Foster pinned Summer against the railing of the terrace, the sea breeze blowing her wedding dress, making her look breathtakingly beautiful.

"Silas, do you really love me?" Summer leaned in his arms.

Silas curled his lips into a smile and whispered in her ear, "Summer, to marry you, I prepared for a full three years. You tell me, do I love you or not?"

Summer looked up in surprise, only to have her mouth sealed by him.

It turned out that all the accidental encounters were long-term schemes, and all the pampering was from deep-rooted love.

"Silas, I love you too."

On this night filled with love, they made a promise to spend the rest of their lives together.

The rest of life is long, and every step is you.

(The End)