Fu Nanxiao had once guessed the answer to this question.

He was also very certain of the answer.

Jiang Yilai certainly liked him.

Otherwise, why would she massage his legs so diligently and comfort him when he was down?

Furthermore, she clearly acquiesced to their sexual relationship.

But Fu Nanxiao had never heard Jiang Yilai say it to him personally.

He thought that as long as Jiang Yilai admitted it, he would reluctantly forgive her for dancing with a man and getting drunk today.

But Jiang Yilai's face was scrunched up.

She looked conflicted and very sad.

Fu Nanxiao's lips curled up slightly, and he couldn't help but ask again, "Jiang Yilai, do you like Fu Nanxiao?"

Jiang Yilai's eyes were filled with confusion.

Does she like Fu Nanxiao?

Of course I like it.

But she couldn't say it.

Fu Nanxiao loved Gu Nianqiang; their marriage was nothing more than an absurd formality.

It would be too pathetic and ridiculous for her to express her feelings.

Jiang Yilai's eyes were red, her mind filled with thoughts of what she couldn't say.

She shook her head: "No, I don't like him!"

Fu Nanxiao's expression froze.

As if to convince herself, Jiang Yilai even started counting on her fingers: "He's a tyrant, a dictator, a despot, unpredictable, and eccentric..."

Fu Nanxiao's face was extremely ugly!

"Jiang Yilai!" He raised his voice, "I'll give you one more chance. Do you...do you like Fu Nanxiao?!"

"I don't like it, I don't like it."

Whoosh—

Jiang Yilai was thrown into a bathtub filled with water.

"Cough cough!"

Caught off guard, she choked on some water and coughed uncomfortably.

Fu Nanxiao looked down at her, his eyes filled with indifference and anger.

It felt like a fire was burning inside him, almost consuming his reason.

She doesn't like him?

That's why she was so eager to get a divorce?

Fu Nanxiao's eyes were full of rage.

He suddenly bent down and grabbed Jiang Yilai's wrist.

"It hurts!" Jiang Yilai felt like her wrist was being crushed, and the pain finally brought her back to her senses.

She looked at Fu Nanxiao, somewhat flustered: "Fu Nanxiao, what are you doing? You're hurting me!"

Fu Nanxiao seemed not to hear him. His eyes were bloodshot as he asked, word by word, "Jiang Yilai, who do you like? Liang Jiayun? Or Fu Junhao!"

Jiang Yilai had a splitting headache and simply didn't have the energy to think about the current situation.

She could only shake her head: "I don't understand what you're saying, Fu Nanxiao, let me go!"

Fu Nanxiao coldly shouted, "Speak quickly!"

"I don't like anyone!"

Jiang Yilai's tears fell instantly.

She was furious with Fu Nanxiao's rudeness and irritability. Bold from the alcohol, she bit Fu Nanxiao's hand!

She was so angry, and drunk that she lost her temper and said things without thinking.

She was suddenly startled when she tasted blood in her mouth.

The next second, her chin was pinched by long, slender fingers and forced to lift.

Fu Nanxiao didn't care at all about his bleeding hands.

His eyes were sharp as he bent down to look directly at Jiang Yilai, warning, "Jiang Yilai, remember what you said today, and remember who you are now!"

"What exactly are you..."

Before Jiang Yilai could finish speaking, her lips were fiercely sealed with a kiss.

Fu Nanxiao kissed her fiercely and violently, as if he were taking revenge or venting his anger.

Jiang Yilai's hands gripped the bathtub. She tried to dodge, but Fu Nanxiao held her tightly in his arms, preventing her from moving.

The more she struggled, the deeper his kisses became.