Rong Yan raised her voice slightly. “Don’t touch me. I may not be much use, but I have my principles—I won’t be anyone’s mistress or anyone’s stand-in!”
And wasn’t that the truth?
She had graduated from a prestigious drama academy, yet she couldn’t land any decent roles. Rong Yan even thought that opening a bakery would be just fine.
After tossing his black shirt to the floor, Jiang Yuhan pinned Rong Yan down on the bed, his tone extremely irritable.
“Whoever dares to say my wife is useless will never see tomorrow’s sun.”
Rong Yan: “…”
She was talking about being a stand-in, okay?
This man was just using his drunkenness as an excuse to play dumb.
What a scumbag.
Hearing the sound of her clothes being torn, Rong Yan grew angry too.
But she didn’t dare to confront this drunkard Jiang Yuhan head-on. Men and women were already unequal in strength, and Jiang Yuhan had combat training—she was just a weak woman.
Rong Yan softened her tone. “You reek of alcohol. Why don’t you take a shower first?”
Jiang Yuhan let out a cold snort. “Are you disgusted by me?”
Oh! Was it that obvious?
Forcibly dragged into the bathroom by Jiang Yuhan, Rong Yan truly had no power to resist.
She could only widen her eyes, letting the man see the anger within them.
Although Rong Yan had tried her best to raise her voice, perhaps because she was used to being gentle, she couldn’t manage a lioness’s roar.
“Jiang Yuhan, let me go. Go find your A Zhi.”
The man turned on the showerhead, soaking himself and Rong Yan alike.
Not giving Rong Yan’s chattering mouth another chance to speak, he trapped her slender waist with one arm and cupped the back of her head with the other, kissing her with overwhelming dominance.
If not for Jiang Yuhan holding her up, the breathless Rong Yan might have already collapsed to the floor!
He pressed her against the vanity counter and even nibbled on her earlobe.
“Look in the mirror.”
Rong Yan was stunned for a moment. After a brief pause, she looked at herself and Jiang Yuhan in the mirror.
The man’s deep, husky, pleasant voice sounded by her ear. “The way you look right now—doesn’t exactly seem like someone who wants to divorce me?”
Her face was flushed like peach blossoms!
But soon, Rong Yan realized that when Jiang Yuhan looked at her in the mirror, he was actually looking at A Zhi.
After all, she had a face identical to A Zhi’s, didn’t she?
Rong Yan picked up the perfume bottle closest to her and smashed it on the ground.
Was this habit of smashing things contagious?
Her voice remained soft, yet utterly resolute.
“Jiang Yuhan, don’t push me. I may have a good temper normally, but once I’ve truly decided on something, I won’t change my mind.”
The man lightly curved his lips. “Is that so?”
After sweeping everything off the vanity counter, Jiang Yuhan lifted Rong Yan and sat her on the countertop…
By the time Rong Yan left the bathroom, an hour had passed.
Wrapped in nothing but a bath towel, Rong Yan was tossed onto the bed again.
Watching the man draw closer and closer, she tried to shout, but unfortunately her voice was hoarse and weak.
“Jiang Yuhan, you’re way more impressive than certain animals—like horses.”
The man raised an eyebrow at her. “Are you complimenting me?”
Rong Yan: “…”
Yes, indeed?
Complimenting you, Young Master Jiang, on your thick skin.
In this Jing City, there probably wasn’t anyone with thicker skin than you, Young Master Jiang.
She had thin skin—before the words even left her mouth, her face was already red.
“Jiang Yuhan, tonight you can… do whatever you want? As long as you agree to go to the civil affairs bureau tomorrow and finalize the divorce.”
The man patted her cheek lightly, his voice deep and low.
“Rong Yan, you’re beautiful, but your imagination is even more beautiful. However, you were the one who said it just now—tonight, I can do whatever I want?”
Rong Yan hadn’t originally thought her face was all that stunning, but after seeing that photograph, she realized it was a matter of the person, not the face.
The night outside was beautiful, but the scene inside the room was even more alluring.
Almost the entire night passed without sleep. Just as dawn was breaking and Rong Yan was beginning to feel drowsy, she was jolted awake by the ringing of her phone.
It was Jiang Yuhan who picked up the phone for her, answered the call, and considerately placed it by her ear.
“What? It’s gone…”