Ai Zhiyin's hands pushed and patted Han Ji's back.

She cried and begged weakly, "Please let me go, please? I don't want to be here, I don't want to be here..."

She was swallowed by him before she could finish her words.

Han Ji certainly knew what Ai Zhiyin minded. She disliked his uncleanness, his dirty body, and even more so this filthy place.

She felt that being touched by him here would pollute her body and soul.

Her pride and self-respect would not allow this to happen.

"Change place, okay? Change to a cleaner place, okay?" Han Ji pleaded.

Ai Zhiyin's eyes were already filled with tears. She shook her head and said, "I want to go home."

"Home? Where is my home? If you don't want me anymore, where is my home?" Han Ji smiled, a cold smile without any warmth: "You mean the Han family? Do you want to go back like this drunk? Don't forget, your parents are still there."

Ai Zhiyin cried, a cry with no way out, a cry of exhaustion both physically and mentally.

Now, just like Han Ji said, there is no way home for her.

"Stop crying, let's go somewhere else."

Ai Zhiyin was already confused and couldn't hear what he was saying at all.

Han Ji made a phone call and said a few brief words, probably saying that he would not do the car maintenance anymore, so he asked the man to drive the car to the door of the villa.

The man also kindly asked if they wanted him to help find a designated driver.

Han Ji was furious: "Just drive over when I told you to. Why are you making such a fuss? Just drive over and park at the door. No need to say hello to me."

A moment after I hung up the phone, I heard the sound of a car engine outside.

Han Ji picked up the person on the sofa.

Ai Zhiyin was limp, like a lonely and helpless princess, leaning completely in his arms.

"What are you doing..." Ai Zhiyin was nervous, but this was the only question she could ask.

"Go to the car," Han Ji said.

"No, no..." Ai Zhiyin tried her best to struggle, but couldn't move at all.

Han Ji lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead. "Don't refuse me, okay? I promise the car is clean."

"No...I will be..."

Before he could finish his words, Ai Zhiyin had already been stuffed into the back seat by Han Ji.

All her worries, fears, and cautions were wiped out by Han Ji.

Her struggle, resistance and opposition were of no avail.

She tried to call for help, but found herself even more afraid to speak out, for fear of being discovered, which would make her even more embarrassed.

The slender, curved moon climbed up to the treetops.

The black car was shiny in the dim moonlight.

In the back seat, Ai Zhiyin lay on it, soundly asleep, covered with Han Ji's coat.

There was nothing on under his coat.

The heater in the car was turned up to maximum.

The man in the driver's seat was lighting a cigarette with his head lowered. He opened the window on his side a little.

"Is it still cold?" he asked.

Ai Zhiyin turned her head away and didn't look at him.

"Don't ignore me," Han Ji said, "What I said just now was serious. You can think about it."

"Don't take what you say in bed seriously. If you can tell me, you can tell others."

"I've never thought of letting another woman have my child," Han Ji said. "Playing around is fun, but I also have my bottom line."

"People who cheat have no right to talk about bottom lines."

"Are you not going to consider my proposal?"

"Am I sick to agree to have another child with you?"

Han Ji no longer wanted to smoke. He pushed the door, got out of the car, and threw the cigarette butt into the trash can.

The cold wind blew in, making Ai Zhiyin shiver.

Han Ji got into the car again, and there was another gust of cold wind.

Looking back at Ai Zhiyin, who was huddled in a ball, he said, "Sorry, I'm not used to throwing away trash casually."

Ai Zhiyin glared at him and said weakly, "Give me my clothes. I want to wear them and go home."

Seeing the man in front of her already dressed, Ai Zhiyin felt even more annoyed.

"Go inside and wash up first. How are you going to get home like this?"

Ai Zhiyin felt wronged, "Are you blaming me? Did I become like this myself?"

"I don't blame you," Han Ji said with a headache, "I was wrong. I shouldn't have acted impulsively."

"You're not acting on impulse, you're taking advantage of someone's misfortune."

"Yes, I took advantage of someone's misfortune," Han Ji looked at her calmly, "Everything I said today is true. I don't expect you to forgive me, nor do I expect you to never mention my infidelity in the future. On the contrary, you can say whatever you want to me, and I won't say a word back, nor will I quibble. I will feel uncomfortable when you criticize me, but I won't get angry. I will digest this discomfort on my own. As long as you can vent your anger, you can criticize me however you want. Even in front of the elders, I will never contradict you."

"There are some things I have to say, whether you believe it or not. After Kan Tong, I have never had sex with any woman other than you. Also, what I said just now about wanting to have another child with you is also true. I want a daughter, as smart and beautiful as you..."

"And then, like me, you meet a scumbag like you?" Ai Zhiyin asked coldly.

"..." Han Ji's expression froze on his face.

Killing someone and destroying their heart.

If his daughter meets a man like him in the future...

"I'm sorry, I was wrong, I was really wrong," Han Ji couldn't face this "if".

"I want us to have a child of our own. I will treat you seriously and won't abandon you like I did after giving birth to Haoxuan. I will definitely do my best to participate in the child's growth. I..."

"What right do you have to make such a request?" Ai Zhiyin asked. "In a few months at the shortest, or three to five years at the longest, I will divorce you. Do you think it's still appropriate for us to have another child?"

"Do you have to...divorce?"

"Yes. We have to. It's just a matter of time."

"Can't you just... try to start over with me? Not even give me a chance?"

"You had a chance, but you didn't cherish it," Ai Zhiyin said. "Some mistakes can only be made once, let alone you've made them more than once. A mistake is a mistake, and there's no chance to correct it. Unless... time flows backwards."

"We've been getting along very well lately, haven't we? You just..."

He wanted to say that she enjoyed it too, but the words were on the tip of his tongue and he couldn't say them.

Saying these words at this time is obviously insulting.

She didn't even have the strength to resist. Since she couldn't resist, she might as well cooperate with him to make things easier.

Could it be possible to sue him for rape?

They are husband and wife, so it is impossible to file a case.

Everything is just his wishful thinking...

"Zhiyin, I was really wrong... I'm sorry..."

Han Ji lowered his head, and all the emotions that had been pent up in his heart finally turned into guilt.

All I can say is "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Anything beyond that is just sophistry and useless.

"I don't accept your apology," Ai Zhiyin's body was still limp and she had little strength. She tried her best to bend over, wrapped herself in her coat, and reached for the clothes on the passenger seat.

Han Ji lent a hand and handed it to her.

"Can you put it on? I'll help you."