During dinner.
Wen Miaomiao ate alone. Gu Yan said he wasn’t eating and locked himself in his study.
Wen Miaomiao ate heartily. After finishing her meal, she left the dining table and went upstairs to her bedroom.
After taking a shower, she snuggled into bed, happily browsing videos of handsome men, occasionally revealing a mischievous grin…
Meanwhile, outside the study door.
Gu Han cautiously pushed the door open.
“Young Master, please come downstairs for dinner.”
Gu Yan sat in his chair, his face dark, still unable to understand why his charm wasn’t enough. Why didn’t Wen Miaomiao love him?
“Has she eaten?”
“The young mistress has already finished her meal and returned to her room to rest.”
“…Alright, you may leave.”
Gu Yan rubbed his temples in frustration. This was the difference between love and indifference! Even if he starved to death or jumped off the building, Wen Miaomiao wouldn’t bat an eye!
It was infuriating, truly infuriating.
And the more he thought about it, the angrier he became.
Gu Yan abruptly stood up, strode out of the study, and pushed open the bedroom door…
Only to find it locked from the inside.
“Wen Miaomiao! Open the door!”
Furious, he kicked the door, his face filled with rage.
Wen Miaomiao was startled and burrowed deeper under the covers, closing her eyes and pretending not to hear.
“Stop pretending to sleep!” Gu Yan shouted, but there was no response. He turned and ordered, “Gu Han! Bring tools and break down this door!”
“Yes, Young Master.”
Wen Miaomiao quickly put on her pajamas, jumped out of bed, and unlocked the door.
Gu Yan strode inside, shut the door behind him, turned around, cupped her face with both hands, and locked his lips onto her soft ones, domineering and forceful…
“Mmm…”
Wen Miaomiao was pressed against the wall, unable to move, her cheeks flushing crimson.
Gu Yan released her, allowing her a brief moment to catch her breath, then bent down, scooped her into his arms, and tossed her onto the bed without a hint of gentleness!
“Gu Yan, what do you think you’re doing…”
Panic flickered across Wen Miaomiao’s delicate face. She clutched the bedsheet tightly, retreating backward.
But her ankle was grabbed and pulled toward the foot of the bed.
Gu Yan’s large hand encircled her slender waist while the other cupped the back of her head, capturing her lips with precision. He pried open her teeth, invading her mouth with possessive dominance…
Their bodies pressed close, breaths mingling, the atmosphere thick with intimacy.
“Doing you.” Gu Yan’s thin lips brushed her ear as he let out a wicked, teasing laugh, heavy with desire.
“…” Wen Miaomiao tried to speak, but all her words were swallowed.
It was a wild, domineering, physically mismatched, and utterly possessive encounter.
After catching her breath for a moment, her body felt limp and weak, devoid of any strength.
He pushed her toward pleasure again and again.
She was completely conquered by his skill, utterly lost beneath him. In bed, he knew exactly how to please her.
“Slap!” Wen Miaomiao didn’t hesitate to strike the man’s face, her own flushed as she whispered angrily, “Bastard!”
The man grabbed her slender wrist, roughly pinning it against the bed. His gaze was deep, and instead of anger, a faint smile played on his lips.
“There’s something even more bastardly. Want to try it?”
“Gu Yan!!”
Wen Miaomiao’s face flushed with anger, her voice slightly hoarse, as she felt a deep sense of fear.
This dog of a man had too much stamina.
She really might be played to death!
“Yes, just like that, call my name.” Gu Yan gently nibbled her earlobe, his voice low and husky. “I love hearing you call it.”
“Baby, why aren’t you calling?”
Wen Miaomiao bit her lip tightly, unwilling to let him succeed or give him the satisfaction!
“Baby, am I not performing well?”
“Baby…”
Gu Yan tried various positions to give her the ultimate pleasure, all just to elicit a response from her body.
Wen Miaomiao’s gaze gradually grew hazy, her breathing heavy, but she refused to cry out.
“Ah!”
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her shoulder.
Gu Yan was biting her fiercely…
“Baby finally cried out.” Gu Yan smiled with satisfaction, gently patting her head as if in approval.
“Gu Yan, are you a dog or something?!”
Wen Miaomiao’s face flushed red with anger. She raised her hand to hit him but was stopped as he grabbed her wrist, leaving her unable to move…
Gu Yan narrowed his dark eyes, smirking wickedly by her ear. “Baby, tonight, we’re going to have some fun.”
“Ah!”
Wen Miaomiao was on the verge of breaking down, her eyes filled with mist, looking utterly pitiful.
Yet this sense of brokenness was a deadly temptation, making it impossible to look away.
The next morning.
Ten o’clock.
The alarm rang, and Wen Miaomiao opened her eyes. Her body felt weak, her legs sore, and she could barely lift her arms.
Gu Yan, dressed in pajamas, walked out of the bathroom, took her phone, and turned off the alarm.
“Wife, let’s go downstairs for breakfast?”
“Get lost.”
“Tsk, how can a good girl swear? Your image is slipping.” Gu Yan sat on the edge of the bed, teasing her.
Wen Miaomiao shot him a glare before turning away, not wanting to look at him. He carried a faint scent of tobacco.
She felt utterly exhausted and drained.
This damn man hadn’t stopped all night.
“Gu Yan, I want a divorce,” she suddenly said, lying in bed.
“Divorce?”
Gu Yan sneered coldly, leaning close to her. He gently brushed her bangs aside and whispered, “If we divorce today, I’ll make the Wen family go bankrupt tomorrow.”
“…”
Wen Miaomiao sniffled pitifully, closing her eyes as she cursed him inwardly.
“Go ahead and curse if you want.” Gu Yan straightened up, walked over to the water dispenser, and poured a glass of warm water.
He brought the glass to her lips.
“I don’t want it.” Wen Miaomiao’s voice was terribly hoarse as she stubbornly turned her head away.
“Fine, I’ll feed it to you.”
Gu Yan grinned mischievously, watching her.
Sure enough, the next second, she obediently drank the water.
After finishing the water, Wen Miaomiao muttered softly, “Bastard, inhuman.”
Gu Yan smiled with satisfaction, took the glass away, and placed it on the table.
“Good, curse more. Don’t keep it bottled up inside.”
Wen Miaomiao was so angry that she pulled the covers over herself and turned away to sleep.
Exhausted, she quickly fell asleep.
Gu Yan looked at her sleeping face, his heart softening. He quietly left the bedroom, closing the door gently to let her rest properly.
When he went downstairs for breakfast.
His second brother, Gu Chiyu, arrived.
“A-Yan, where’s Miaomiao? I need to talk to her.”
“She’s still asleep.” Gu Yan was surprised, as his second brother rarely visited.
Gu Chiyu sat on the sofa, looking utterly dejected, as if he had suffered some injury.
Gu Yan walked over and asked, “What’s wrong? Looking so gloomy—did someone in the Gu family die?”
Gu Chiyu looked up at him and sighed softly.
“Xue’er still wants to break up with me. I was hoping Miaomiao could help persuade her.”
Hearing this, Gu Yan chuckled lightly, crossing his legs and lighting a cigarette. He took a deep drag.
“Just break up. It’s better for everyone.”
Gu Chiyu’s face darkened. “What kind of nonsense are you talking?”
“I’m being serious.”
Gu Yan analyzed the situation for him: Liu Yueqin looked down on Wen Ruoxue, and even if the two really got married, there would be no shortage of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law conflicts. Wouldn’t Gu Chiyu’s life be even harder then?
After listening, Gu Chiyu fell silent for a few seconds.
“When will Miaomiao wake up?”
Gu Yan raised his eyebrows and glanced at his watch. “Three o’clock this afternoon.”
Gu Chiyu frowned slightly. After a moment’s thought, since he had nothing else to do today, he decided to wait here.
During the idle time, Gu Chiyu asked with concern, “How have things been since you married Miaomiao? Is your relationship stable?”
Gu Yan curled his lips into a smile. “There’s not much of a relationship. She just asked me for a divorce earlier.”