She took a deep breath, forcibly pulling herself back to her senses, and tried to make her tone sound normal.

"No need, I'm already home."

Are you guys still playing there?

Jian Zhou on the other end finally felt a little relieved:

"Not yet, everyone is quite happy, it's just that these drinks... were all gifts from others."

At this moment, Jingmin's hand had already begun to slide restlessly down her waist and abdomen, his fingertips hooking along the edge of her skirt before slowly moving upwards along her skin.

Chu Wuyang felt a chill run down her spine and her whole body tense up instantly.

Jian Zhou was still rambling on and on.

"These wines are quite expensive, how about I deliver them all to your house later?"

The mischievous hand under her skirt seemed to be enraged by those words, and suddenly it squeezed her inner thigh hard with a force that carried a sense of punishment.

Chu Wuyang broke out in a cold sweat, barely suppressing her trembling, and repeatedly refused.

"No, no, really no need."

Jian Zhou sounded hesitant.

"But such expensive wine—"

The man behind her seemed impatient; his burning body pressed against hers, and his other hand reached up, unexpectedly landing on her chest and kneading it forcefully through the fabric.

His breath was scorching hot, like a dangerous volcano about to erupt, as he hummed softly in her ear.

"It's all yours, all yours. If it's still not enough, feel free to order more. Just tell the owner it'll be on the bill of that gentleman who ordered the drinks."

Jian Zhou was a little annoyed.

"No, no, how could it not be enough..."

Jing Min, clearly running out of patience, immediately began kissing her neck.

"That's all, I'll hang up now."

As soon as the call ended, Chu Wuyang's anger exploded, and she almost lost control, shoving him away violently.

"Jingmin, if you're sick, go see a doctor. Don't go crazy here!"

Her voice trembled, her anger surged, and her chest heaved violently—did he know that what had just happened looked exactly like two adulterers having an affair behind their "husbands'" backs?

Her face was filled with shame and indignation, and even her breathing trembled.

Are you angry?

Jing Min's voice suddenly turned cold, and the lust that had just been in his dark pupils vanished, leaving only coldness.

"Do you care about him?"

He stared at her, his gaze as cold as a knife.

"What exactly is your relationship with him?"

His tone was extremely low, yet it sounded like a thunderbolt about to strike.

"Chu Wuyang, I haven't settled accounts with you yet—you made a promise to me, and not only did you break it, but you also dared to get angry at me?"

He approached step by step, his eyes growing increasingly sinister.

"I told you to fire him immediately and stay away from him, but not only did you not do it, you went to him instead—did you completely ignore what I said?"

Chu Wuyang was so angry she almost laughed. Her voice, clear and trembling, was filled with sarcasm.

"Even if I agree to fire Jian Zhou, it's based on an equal exchange of interests between us, and it doesn't mean you have the right to interfere with who I get close to!"

"It's none of your business what I do in my private life."

"oh?"

Jing Min's eyes turned cold, and his emotions suddenly exploded.

"So you're admitting it? Admitting you're having an affair with that kid, is that it?!"

"none of your business!"

She abruptly shook off his hand and roared.

"If you're short of women, go find someone else!"

"Don't you already have a wife? You abandon your wife and come here to force yourself on her. Who do you think you are?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jing Min's anger almost became uncontrollable. He suddenly grabbed her wrist, threw her onto the sofa, and pressed his entire body heavily on top of her.

"other people?"

He gritted his teeth and sneered, his voice low and hoarse.

"No one else is as interesting as you."

“Sang Yu is in poor health and has a reserved personality. She is not as open as you are in bed.”

Chu Wuyang's face turned deathly pale in an instant. He struggled desperately, but he remained as still as a mountain.

She tried her best but to no avail, and was utterly desperate.

This is not an impulsive outburst, but a conscious betrayal, more shameful than death.

"Go ahead and bark, why aren't you barking anymore?"

"Is it really that hard to be with me? In what way am I inferior to that penniless, blond-haired kid?"

In despair, Chu Wuyang lost her mind, and the words she uttered were completely thoughtless.

"Being penniless is far better than being a pervert in human skin like you,"

"In my heart, Jian Zhou is full of virtues. He's younger than you, more considerate and gentler than you. From head to toe, he's far superior to you, you scumbag."

"He's polite and gentle; he would never do anything so despicable as to force someone—ah!"

To be possessed without any mercy