Chapter 20 I'm tired of you. You are not as good as Ji Jiaojiao.

After leaving the beach, Wen Nanxi and her group went to a small island. The seafood here is famous for its deliciousness. On the return boat, she looked up at the pure night sky.

The stars are twinkling, so beautiful.

Wen Nanxi hasn't traveled for a long time. The last time was during her honeymoon with Fu Ci Yan.

They had been married for half a year at that time and their love was at its peak. Fu Ci Yan worked non-stop for a month and only managed to squeeze out half a month to accompany her on her honeymoon.

They went to Iceland, saw the colorful aurora, experienced different customs and cultures, and then went to Europe, where she healed her scarred past in a paradise.

At that time, Fu Ci Yan took very good care of her. She had never even tied her shoelaces by herself. When they were in love, she didn't even need to take a bath.

Who would have thought that the spoiled President Fu could be so caring?

She was embarrassed at first, but Fu Ciyan said:

"I'm your husband, and it's my responsibility to take care of you."

For the first time, Wen Nanxi tasted a hint of sweetness in the word "husband".

Fu Ci Yan is an ascetic man who is always meticulous in his behavior when he is outside. Although he is not very old, he has a reliable and steady demeanor.

But in front of Wen Nanxi, he is a pure pervert.

Bedroom, living room, kitchen, shower room, dressing room...

Their traces are left in every corner.

Sometimes she would act like a spoiled brat, hugging the quilt and saying she was tired.

But every time, Fu Ci Yan would coax and tease her and she would turn into a puddle of water.

A trace of nostalgia rose in Wen Nanxi's heart. At that time, she didn't know about Fu Ci Yan's betrayal, nor did she know how cruel Fu Ci Yan could be when he became cold and heartless.

There is only such pure and passionate love.

Whenever she thought of it, she felt that those beautiful days seemed to exist only in dreams.

During those two years, Wen Nanxi asked Fu Ci Yan more than once why he was so nice to her.

Because she doesn't believe she is loved.

She lost her mother when she was six years old. She didn't have time to see her mother for the last time. She only heard that her mother did not look good when she was dying.

Her grandmother had told her more than once that her mother was killed by her and that she was a disaster.

She was young and didn't know the difference between right and wrong, so she foolishly believed it and always thought that she was the one who killed her mother.

Her father was indifferent and her stepmother was in charge. She had to live under the care of others at a young age. After countless oppressions, she became more and more sensitive and inferior.

She built high walls and closed her heart. She never loved anyone and never accepted love from others.

It was Fu Ci Yan who melted her with his heart and made flowers bloom in the barren land.

Facing her question, Fu Ciyan looked directly into her eyes and told her:

"Because you deserve all the good things in this world. Wen Nanxi is the best person in this world."

It was also from that moment that Wen Nanxi completely let down all his guard.

She loved Fu Ci Yan sincerely and passionately, and gave herself to him wholeheartedly.

It’s a pity that people’s hearts are fickle.

She still remembered that it was a sunny afternoon and people felt lazy under the tan.

She had been spoiled by Fu Ci Yan day after day for two years, and she became very pampered.

Because she wanted to design a piece of jewelry, she remembered that there was a related book in Fu Ci Yan's study, so she went to his study, stepped on a stool to reach the book on the bookshelf, and accidentally knocked over a ceramic cup beside her.

The cup broke, and she was startled and got a small cut on her hand.

When she turned around, Fu Ci Yan was standing at the door. She stretched out her hand pitifully, seeking comfort.

But he just looked at her deeply without saying a word.

From that day on, Fu Ciyan seemed to have changed into a different person. He no longer coaxed her, and his expression was no longer good. Except for the fact that he was still passionate in bed,

Later she found out that the ceramic cup was made by Ji Jiaojiao herself.

She should never, ever, break the cup of Fu Ciyan's beloved...

Back at the hotel, Wen Nanxi turned on the light, but was shocked.

She was surprised to see the man sitting on the sofa:

"Why are you here?"

Fu Ci Yan crossed his long legs, lowered his head slightly, and let his hair hang lazily on his forehead. He turned his head when he heard the voice, and when he looked carefully, he saw some red bloodshot in his eyes.

"Did you have fun?"

Wen Nanxi frowned slightly, feeling that there was something else behind his words.

"I'm quite happy, happier than at home."

Fu Ciyan said sarcastically:

"Are you so happy with him? Don't forget, you are still Mrs. Fu. Do your duty."

Wen Nanxi took off her bag and hung it aside, no longer looking at him:

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Wen Nanxi, do you still have any shame?"

Such sharp and harsh words made Wen Nanxi slightly stunned. She turned her head to look over, but she only saw a face full of sarcasm, which was filled with contempt and disgust, but no love.

A throbbing pain came from her heart, and she retaliated with the same sharp attitude:

"What do you mean? Are you qualified to say that to me?"

Wen Nanxi couldn't remember how long it had been since the two of them had a good conversation. They always quarreled every time they met.

She felt a little tired.

Fu Ciyan suddenly rushed forward and trapped her against the wall:

"Wen Nanxi, are you so anxious to find another partner? We haven't even divorced yet!"

The person in front of him was tense all over, and Wen Nanxi was forced to look up and look at him.

It was a danger that could not be ignored, and it made her panic for no reason.

"Whether I find another husband or not is none of your business, Fu Ciyan. We've already agreed to a divorce. Please be careful!"

Bang——

Fu Ci Yan punched the wall, ignoring the wound on his fist, and kissed Wen Nanxi's lips forcefully, attacking without restraint, venting his anger.

Wen Nanxi widened her eyes and subconsciously reached out to push him, but the man in front of her pressed his hands on the wall above her head, pried open her lips and teeth without any care, and ignited her body.

“Hmm…”

In three years, Fu Ci Yan was familiar with every sensitive spot on Wen Nanxi's body. The temperature in the air gradually rose, and Wen Nanxi was forced to raise his head. Waves of numbness came from his body, and a feeling of humiliation suddenly surged in his heart.

She could never resist this body.

It's like she can never control her heartbeat.

As the world spun, Fu Ci Yan picked up Wen Nanxi and walked a few steps into the bedroom, pressing the delicate body onto the bed.

Wen Nanxi woke up in an instant and struggled frantically.

"Fu Ciyan! Are you crazy? Let me go! I'm having my period! You can't force me!"

Fu Ci Yan stopped moving for a moment.

"You think I'll force you?"

Wen Nanxi seized the opportunity to escape from under him, tightly wrapped her clothes and huddled in the corner, her eyes red and full of vigilance.

Fu Ci Yan felt like his heart was stabbed.

"Wen Nanxi, you don't believe me?"

Wen Nanxi turned her head away from him and said in a nasal voice:

"Go away, I don't want to see you."

"Oh……"

A slightly sarcastic laugh sounded, and Fu Ci Yan stood up and straightened his clothes.

"What do you have that's worthy of me forcing you? Don't be so self-indulgent, Wen Nanxi. It's been three years, I'm tired of you a long time ago. You're not even close to Jiaojiao."