Two women with smoking-hot figures kept batting their eyes at Gu Yan… blatantly trying to seduce him.
Wen Miaomiao sat on the sofa, took out her phone, and started chatting with her sister as if she hadn’t seen a thing.
Gu Yan watched her, his face darkening.
Well done, Wen Miaomiao. Someone’s trying to seduce your husband, and you pretend not to see it?
“Third Young Master~” The woman in the cheongsam approached, her round, perky bottom poised as if to sit on Gu Yan’s lap.
Gu Yan spoke coldly, “I’m married. Stop trying to seduce me.”
The woman froze in place.
Was this something the Third Young Master of the Gu family would say?
Was the playboy turning over a new leaf?
Chi Yan coughed lightly twice, quickly smoothing things over. “You can leave now. Can’t you see the young madam is here today?”
The women tactfully left.
Wen Miaomiao continued playing on her phone…
Gu Yan’s expression turned extremely unpleasant. He suddenly spoke up, “Wen Miaomiao, keep playing with that phone and I’ll smash it.”
Wen Miaomiao let out an “Oh” and quickly put her phone away.
She was very obedient.
It was like punching cotton.
Just then, a man in the neighboring booth overheard this. He stood up and strode over.
“Miaomiao-jie, are you okay?” the man asked with concern, shooting a hostile glare at Gu Yan when he saw him.
Wen Miaomiao blinked in surprise. “Lin Ruiyao? What are you doing here?”
Lin Ruiyao sat down beside her, flashing a handsome, charming smile, clearly happy to see her.
“Miaomiao-jie, why did you get married as soon as you returned to the country? And to someone like…”
He trailed off, glancing sideways at Gu Yan.
Wen Miaomiao smiled sweetly, her dimples showing faintly, her porcelain-like face slightly flushed. She spoke softly, “It’s a long story.”
Hearing this, Gu Yan sneered coldly. His large hand encircled her shoulder, pulling her forcefully against his chest. He gritted his teeth and asked in a low voice, “A long story? Am I that bad a match for you?”
Wen Miaomiao winced in pain from his grip on her shoulder, frowning…
“Gu Yan, what are you doing?” Lin Ruiyao flared up instantly, standing and pointing at him angrily.
Gu Yan raised his cold eyes, shooting a sharp glance over. He chuckled lightly, “Where did this brat come from? This is my wife. I’ll do whatever I want.”
“You! Let her go!”
Lin Ruiyao urgently tried to rush forward but was stopped by Chi Yan’s outstretched arm…
“What business is it of yours to interfere between a husband and wife?”
“Bullshit! Gu Yan is a scoundrel bullying people. Are you all blind?”
Lin Ruiyao’s face was filled with rage. He actually tried to fight, lunging at Chi Yan, but he was no match. Chi Yan locked him in a chokehold and pinned him to the ground…
Seeing this, Wen Miaomiao quickly looked at Gu Yan’s cold face, her tone pleading, “Don’t make this a big deal, please…”
Gu Yan grew even angrier, a heavy, menacing aura surrounding him!
“You’re begging me for him? Hah.”
A wicked smile curled at the corner of Gu Yan’s mouth. Holding Wen Miaomiao’s shoulder, he whispered something indecent in her ear, “Give me a kiss, and maybe I’ll let him go.”
Without hesitation, Wen Miaomiao leaned in and kissed his cheek, as lightly as a dragonfly skimming water.
Satisfied, Gu Yan curled his lips and waved at Chi Yan. “Make him scram.”
Chi Yan released his grip, letting go of Lin Ruiyao.
Lin Ruiyao’s face was flushed red, panting heavily as he stood there, starting to utter threats.
“Gu Yan, just you wait!”
After saying this, he looked at the adorable yet pitiful Wen Miaomiao with heartache, then turned and left.
After he was gone.
Wen Miaomiao, somewhat angry, hit Gu Yan’s leg and said, “That’s my aunt’s son, my cousin.”
Gu Yan scoffed, “Cousin? The way he looks at you isn’t exactly innocent.”
Men understand men best—how could he not recognize affection?
Wen Miaomiao gently rubbed her shoulder; it must have been bruised red.
Gu Yan decisively took her hand and led her away from Shengtian, driving her home.
The journey was silent.
Back at the hillside villa, Gu Yan carried her upstairs to their room.
He carefully tossed her onto the bed, leaned over her, and unzipped her dress, revealing her fair, delicate shoulder—now a large patch of red…
His expression darkened. He hadn’t used much force!
“Darling, your skin is too tender—it reddens at the slightest touch.”
Wen Miaomiao lay on the bed, pulling her dress back on, and said petulantly, “Don’t worry about it.”
Gu Yan gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him, his voice low and tinged with danger: “Don’t make me angry from now on.”
Wen Miaomiao wore an expression of pure innocence…
Gu Yan sat up, his face turning cold, and went out to smoke, deciding to cool off.
He was furious—furious that she didn’t get jealous, furious that she defended others, furious that she was unwilling to marry him!
Ultimately, furious that she didn’t love him…
“Damn it!” Gu Yan sat on the sofa smoking, suddenly exploding in anger and slamming the ashtray heavily onto the floor.
A loud crash echoed through the room!
Wen Miaomiao flinched, sitting on the bed and hugging her legs in a protective posture.
During their three months together abroad, Gu Yan had been emotionally stable—aside from being a bit intense in certain aspects, there were no issues.
Now she realized that Gu Yan truly had a volatile temper, prone to throwing things and unpredictable moods.
Ten minutes later.
Gu Yan walked in shirtless, glanced at her briefly, and pushed the door open to leave.
After he was gone, the room felt empty.
Wen Miaomiao sighed in relief, turned off the lights, and fell asleep without a second thought.
Meanwhile, someone in the guest room next door smoked until midnight, unable to sleep a wink…
For the next seven days, Gu Yan didn’t return to the hillside villa.
Wen Miaomiao grew restless and wanted to return to her parents’ home, but Butler Bai said Gu Yan wouldn’t allow her to leave…
What was this? House arrest?
Wen Miaomiao sat angrily on the living room sofa watching TV. There was a popular sister-themed variety show airing recently, which she watched to pass the time.
Meanwhile, at Jiangsheng Group, on the twenty-third floor, in the CEO’s office.
The group primarily focused on the hotel industry, followed by tourism, food, and other sectors. This was Gu Yan’s own enterprise, completely separate from the Gu family’s businesses, unbeknownst to the Gu family.
Gu Yan sat in his office chair, staring at the surveillance feed on his computer…
On the screen, Wen Miaomiao was happily watching TV in the living room, dancing strangely and humming along to songs.
Hah, had his absence for seven days made her this happy?
“Gu Han, prepare the car,” Gu Yan ordered coldly, putting on his suit jacket.
“Yes, Mr. Gu.”
They sped back to the hillside villa.
Outside the villa, the roar of a car engine echoed.
Wen Miaomiao sprang up and ran to the window to look—sure enough, it was Gu Yan’s car!
Gu Yan stepped out of the car and strode inside, his face dark.
The two locked eyes for a few seconds…
Gu Yan walked up to her, snatched the remote, and was about to turn off the TV when an unpleasant, grating song blared from the speakers, torturing the ears.
He glanced up to see three sweet-looking girls singing and dancing.
“You like watching this?”
Wen Miaomiao walked over and turned off the TV.
“I thought you weren’t coming back.”
Gu Yan sneered, hands on his hips, his anger boiling over as he roared, “So I shouldn’t come back? Should I just die out there? Are you looking forward to being a widow?”
Wen Miaomiao bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes, and whispered softly, “Don’t shout so loudly. What are you yelling about?”
Gu Yan took a deep breath, calming his emotions, then walked over to her. He bent down, wrapped his arms around her waist, and lifted her up, carrying her steadily upstairs…
Back in the bedroom, there were a few tearing sounds…
Her pajamas were completely shredded.
Wen Miaomiao looked at her pitiful pajamas, feeling utterly helpless.
Gu Yan pulled out his belt and whipped it fiercely onto the bed—crack!
“Ah…” Wen Miaomiao closed her eyes, her petite body shrinking back.
Gu Yan threw the belt on the floor—its purpose was purely to intimidate. Actually hit her? He couldn’t bear to.
He took his tie and quickly wrapped it around Wen Miaomiao’s slender, pale wrists. One large hand gripped her wrists and raised them above her head as he leaned down, sealing her soft lips with his own…
“Mmm…”
His tall figure loomed over her, enveloping her with a domineering and forceful presence. His warm breath surrounded her, leaving her with nowhere to hide.
“Has your period ended? Hmm?” Gu Yan’s eyes were filled with desire as he passionately nuzzled her ear, pushing her toward the edge.
“Still dare to make me angry? Hmm?”
Wen Miaomiao’s eyes were damp and red. The overwhelming, scorching kisses made her unbearably sensitive, her voice soft as water: “I don’t dare…”