This girl’s coquettishness could melt anyone’s resolve.
The King of Hell ultimately retracted the foot he’d stepped out with.
He turned back to the bed, disdainfully rummaged through the clothes, and after much effort selected one piece—though that particular garment… didn’t consist of much fabric.
He imagined the girl parading around in front of him dressed like that, and he was afraid he might…
After a moment, Li Yanxing walked to the wardrobe, casually grabbed one of his own shirts, and tossed it to the girl who was still waiting eagerly in the bathroom.
“I’m wearing yours?”
Lu Chiwan blinked her beautiful eyes.
“Mhm, make do with it for now. I’ll take you home tomorrow.”
“Okay, thank you, husband! Love you~”
“Hurry up and get inside!”
Li Yanxing couldn’t take it anymore. He shoved the clothes into Lu Chiwan’s hands and slammed the bathroom door shut with a bang.
Grabbing his cigarettes, he hurried out of the bedroom and went straight to the rooftop to cool off.
Only when he felt the cool breeze blowing across the rooftop did the stern-faced man regain some clarity, the restless fire inside him gradually dissipating.
Li Yanxing irritably smoked cigarette after cigarette, the ground littered with butts.
He made a call to Lin Mu.
“Brother Yan…”
Lin Mu had just finished a long day and arrived home, not even having time to rest before receiving a call from this Little King of Hell.
He felt like crying.
Due to the bombing case, he’d been working nonstop for ages. If this continued, he’d likely die from overwork.
“Any progress on investigating her identity? Confirmed to be Chen Yang’s mistress?”
“Brother Yan, I’ve got people still looking into it, but based on the information we previously obtained, it should be correct.”
“Should?”
Li Yanxing frowned. “If your investigation is wrong, I’ll cut your head off as a sacrifice to the heavens.”
Lin Mu: “?”
“Brother Yan, do you think sister-in-law doesn’t seem like Chen Yang’s lover?”
“I also think she doesn’t seem like it. Sister-in-law seems more like a noble young lady from a prestigious family.”
Over the years, he’d dealt with plenty of troublesome admirers for Li Yanxing—all daughters from prominent families seeking marriage alliances.
Although Lu Chiwan seemed somewhat affected, her every gesture exuded an innate elegance that appeared cultivated since childhood.
Yet according to their investigation, this girl was indeed Chen Yang’s mistress.
Chen Yang treasured his mistress greatly, keeping her whereabouts extremely secret.
They’d investigated for a long time before getting this opportunity.
Chen Yang’s close associates had been in the car too, but unfortunately they all died, leaving only Lu Chiwan as the sole survivor.
To uncover the truth from back then, even if Lu Chiwan remembered nothing, he had to give it a try.
“Keep investigating.”
Li Yanxing frowned, feeling his pockets—his pack of cigarettes was empty.
“Husband, weren’t you in a meeting?”
“Smoking counts as a meeting here?”
“You only said you were meeting because you were afraid I’d scold you for smoking, right? But I still caught you!”
“…”
The call hadn’t ended yet, and Lin Mu clearly heard Lu Chiwan’s scolding voice from the other end.
He worriedly broke out in a cold sweat for Lu Chiwan—women who dared scold Brother Yan and remained alive… seemed nonexistent.
Li Yanxing’s face darkened as he looked at the young girl who had run up to the rooftop.
Lu Chiwan was wearing his white shirt.
The April weather was still somewhat cold, so she had also found a pair of Li Yanxing’s casual pants and randomly pulled them on.
Although she wasn’t short for a girl, wearing Li Yanxing’s clothes…
The white shirt on her upper body was both pure and seductive.
The overly long casual pants on her lower body, with cuffs rolled up, looked both silly and adorable.
Lu Chiwan single-handedly embodied two contrasting styles, switching between them perfectly.
Li Yanxing: “?”
What’s wrong with him!
“Honey, let’s go back, take a bath and sleep. Stop smoking!”
“It hasn’t been that long, and you’ve finished a whole pack. Don’t you know smoking is bad for your lungs?”
“With such a heavy smoking habit, what are we going to do when we have a baby? I can’t stand the smell of smoke, and the baby definitely can’t either.”
“Besides, we promised to grow old together, to live until we’re seventy or eighty. What if… you get lung cancer and die from smoking so much?”
Lu Chiwan ran over, stood on her tiptoes, and jumped into his arms.
Li Yanxing put away his phone and instinctively reached out to catch her.
The young girl clung to him again like a pendant, sticking to him relentlessly.
“Die?”
Li Yanxing sneered, his gaze dark and gloomy. He gently stroked Lu Chiwan’s soft hair, using the gentlest tone to say the most ruthless words, “Then how about accompanying me to death, lightly?”
Lu Chiwan shook her head. “No.”
Heh.
He knew it would be like this.
“I want you to live with me, to live well.”
Lu Chiwan hung onto Li Yanxing, looking up at him. Her beautiful eyes twinkled like stars. “Our A Yan is so handsome, so outstanding, why shouldn’t he live?”
“Others can live, so can our A Yan. Live happily, beautifully, and openly.”
Live…
Live openly and without shame.
Li Yanxing looked down at the stars in the girl’s eyes, feeling as if his heart were being violently tugged.
No one had ever told him to live openly and without shame.
He had grown up in darkness, struggling to climb out from piles of corpses to survive.
He had made it this far solely on a thread of obsession for revenge.
It was the first time he had heard someone tell him to live well. The irony was that this person was the woman of his enemy.
If she hadn’t lost her memory, she would surely hate him to death right now.
“Honey, I’m sleepy.”
Lu Chiwan clung tightly to Li Yanxing. “I’m really sleepy, and my head is a bit dizzy. Maybe I haven’t fully recovered yet. Carry me to bed, please.”
Before he could even voice his complaints, his hands had already moved into action.
Li Yanxing adjusted his posture, lifting the young girl in a princess carry. He even gave her a slight bounce, his brows furrowing deeply. “So light?”
“How much do you weigh?”
“Huh?”
Lu Chiwan widened her eyes, furious. “You’re asking me how much your wife weighs?”
“You scumbag!”
Li Yanxing: “…”
How was he a scumbag? What kind of logic was that?
Li Yanxing took Lu Chiwan back to the bedroom and then grabbed his pajamas to take a shower.
He took a long time in the shower.
Lu Chiwan waited for what felt like forever, but he still didn’t come out. Finally, unable to keep her eyelids from drooping, she fell asleep.
As soon as she fell asleep, Li Yanxing, who had been observing from the bathroom doorway for a long time, came out.
He glanced at the sleeping girl and was about to leave the room.
He had no intention of sleeping tonight.
“Honey, time for bed!”
Unexpectedly, as soon as he lifted his foot, Lu Chiwan woke up.
Lu Chiwan rolled over and sat up, patting the spot beside her. She raised an eyebrow and said, “Come here, sleep here!”
“You have to hold me while sleeping!”
She had long noticed that Li Yanxing wanted to run away.
How could she allow that!
A newlywed couple sleeping in separate beds—what kind of nonsense was that!
She couldn’t spoil Li Yanxing like this. When it came to handling a husband, one must have proper husband-controlling skills!
Li Yanxing didn’t move, still trying to come up with an excuse.
But Lu Chiwan had already gotten out of bed and, without another word, dragged him fiercely yet adorably onto the bed.
He resigned himself to lying on the bed, devoid of any desires or expectations.
He had truly brought a huge trouble upon himself.
Who would have thought the little girl who just claimed to be tired would now cling to him… doing as she pleased.
Lu Chiwan lay on top of Li Yanxing, lowering her head to kiss his Adam’s apple while her restless hands tugged at his clothes.
After a few unsuccessful tugs at his garments, she managed to stir a raging fire within Li Yanxing…
“Stop fooling around.”
Li Yanxing’s voice was deep, strained with restraint.
Lu Chiwan paid no heed, continuing to pull at his clothes while planting messy kisses all over him.
Her kisses were truly chaotic—clumsy and utterly lacking in technique.
Yet it was precisely this awkwardness of hers that captivated him completely.
“Qingqing…”
Li Yanxing called her name with repressed longing.
A man who prided himself on unwavering willpower found himself disarmed effortlessly in her presence.
Moments later, Li Yanxing braced one hand beside Lu Chiwan, flipping their positions in an instant.
Lu Chiwan neither protested nor fussed, lying obediently beneath him. Her eyes sparkled as she gazed up, softening her voice to coo, “Hubby~”
Utterly tormenting.
Li Yanxing lowered his head, punishing her by biting her soft, plump lips.
That delicate sweetness—whether savored gently or claimed possessively—remained irresistibly intoxicating.
Li Yanxing felt he could no longer hold back…
Just then, the girl beneath him actively pressed closer.
Boom.
His rationality shattered instantaneously!