Chapter 2
"You!" Chen Li was so angry that his face turned red and his neck bulged. He glared at Li Chi'an and turned to rush into the master bedroom.
Behind their master bedroom is their walk-in closet.
Unexpectedly, before he even reached the dressing room, he saw the empty room. "Where's the bed? Where did the bed go?"
My bed is so big!
He was so angry he ran around the room like an angry dog, and when he saw Li Chi'an appear at the door, he shouted, "Li Chi'an, where did our bed go?"
"Am I some kind of dirty person who leaves virus-carrying garbage at home?" Li Chian said calmly. "Can't you use your brain to think about this?"
Before she arrived, she had arranged for a cleaning lady to come to her home through the platform. When she arrived, the cleaning lady arrived at the same time. At the same time, she also arranged for a moving company to come to her home.
Therefore, during her time at home, she not only urged the housekeeper to clean the house thoroughly, but also had the moving company throw away the bed that Chen Li and Lin Ying had stained.
I was busy all day long without stopping.
As for the ash on the wine glass, ha, that's just Chen Li making trouble out of nothing and making baseless accusations.
"you!"
"What, shouldn't you know better than me that we're animals, and that cross-contamination can lead to infection?" Li Chi'an coldly pulled out his phone from his pocket, opened the payment QR code, and handed it to Chen Li. "Send the money!"
"What money? It's so late, can't you stop being unreasonable?" Chen Li roared at Li Chi'an.
“Many women get these H and that H from men.” Li Chi’an’s disgusted gaze swept over Chen Li’s lower body. “You’re so dirty, I should go to Macau for a checkup and get vaccinated against HPV!”
Chen Li felt that the only reason he wasn't driven mad to death tonight was because he regularly exercised and was in good health. "Where am I supposed to sleep after you throw away the bed?"
“You have so many homes outside, go wherever you want,” Li Chi’an said impatiently. “Hurry up and transfer the money.”
Chen Li looked at Li Chi'an's furrowed brows and said, "I don't have any money. I'll transfer it to you when I get my salary this month."
Ha! That bitch, still trying to use the same old tricks to fool her.
Li Chi'an laughed in exasperation. She put her phone away and said, "Fine, since you're so inefficient, I'll have to be efficient myself. I'll send a copy of the materials to your supervisor's email tomorrow."
"My phone." Chen Li gritted his teeth, took out his phone, and quickly transferred 20,000 yuan to Li Chi'an's Alipay account.
With the money in hand, Li Chi'an turned and left.
Chen Li went to the dressing room and opened the wardrobe—his side was empty, not even a clothes hanger was left.
He turned sharply towards the bathroom, where his razor, shampoo, and toothbrush had all vanished.
"Are you crazy?" He felt dizzy, returned to the living room, and shouted at Li Chi'an, "Where's my custom-made suit? Where are my Italian handmade leather shoes? Those cost a fortune!"
"What's the difference between valuable and worthless trash?" Li Chi'an sneered.
"This is my home!" Chen Li roared, reaching for Li Chi'an's wrist again. "What right do you have to throw my things away?"
Li Chi'an struggled fiercely, his fingernails scratching Chen Li's face, leaving several bloody marks. "Let me go! Don't touch me with your filthy hands that have touched other women!"
The pain enraged Chen Li, who slapped Li Chi'an across the face, the sound particularly jarring in the living room.
Li Chi'an staggered and bumped into a cabinet next to him, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
She touched her burning cheek in disbelief, her eyes turning from pain to resolve.
"You hit me?" Her voice was terrifyingly low. "You dare hit me?"
When he was dating Li Chi'an, she made a three-point agreement with him, one of which was not to use violence.
Chen Li has always been very steadfast. After so many years together, this is the first time he has laid a hand on Li Chi'an.
Chen Li looked at her hands, shocked by her own actions, but anger had already taken over. "You forced me to do this! Look at yourself now, you're like a madwoman!"
Li Chi'an suddenly laughed, a laugh that sent chills down Chen Li's spine. "Crazy woman? Fine, then I'll show you how crazy I can be."
She rushed towards the door, and Chen Li thought she was going to run away, but then he saw her take a large pair of scissors from the storage room in the corridor.
"What are you going to do?" Chen Li asked warily, backing away.
Li Chi'an didn't answer, but went straight to the living room, where his expensive suit jacket, which he had just taken off, lay. She frantically cut it into pieces. "Since you like new things, then I'll help you completely declutter!"
"Stop!" Chen Li rushed forward to grab the scissors. In the struggle, the two knocked over a lamp that was placed next to the piano stand in the living room, and the lamp smashed to the ground with a loud bang.
Chen Li finally snatched the scissors and threw them aside, then pressed Li Chi'an down onto the sofa.
"Let go of me! Get out, get out!" Li Chi'an kicked and punched Chen Li desperately, his knee hitting Chen Li's abdomen. Chen Li cried out in pain and let go.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Li Chi'an got up and ran to her son's room. Chen Li chased after her and tried to catch her, but she picked up her phone and showed him the screen, "110 is on its way."
Chen Li dared not lay a hand on Li Chi'an again, but continued to shout angrily, "Li Chi'an, are you crazy? You threw away all my things, what am I supposed to wear?"
Li Chi'an stood outside her son's door, turned on the light outside to make the surroundings brighter, and said, "I'm your mother, why would I care what you wear?"
She took several photos of her face with her phone, seemingly oblivious to everyone around her.
Chen Li watched from the side, hesitant to speak, "I...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
He mumbled an apology, but before he could finish the word "de," Li Chi'an slapped him across both cheeks.
Li Chi'an used all his strength in those two slaps, and almost instantly, two red handprints appeared on Chen Li's face.
"you!"
"What's the point of an apology? You have to feel the same pain as me for it to count as an apology."
Chen Li glared at Li Chi'an, who hadn't lowered his hand after slapping him twice.
"What, you still want to fight?"
"Are you crazy?"
Looking into Li Chi'an's fiery eyes, Chen Li had a vague feeling that if he dared to continue to harm her, she would fight him to the death.
He was ambitious but also fearful of his life, and dared not act rashly for the time being.
The two remained locked in a stalemate in the living room for a long time.
Finally, the story ends with Chen Li cursing and rushing out to find clothes.
After he left, Li Chi'an reset the password to his house, then took a shower and went to sleep.
Before going to bed, she gritted her teeth and thought that once she got the house, she would either sell it or renovate it.
It can't be like this anymore; she feels nauseous just staying here for a day.
...
Thunder rumbled outside the window, and raindrops pounded against it.
Chen's mother was half asleep when she heard someone knocking on the door. She got up and opened the door, and when she saw her son outside, who was soaked to the bone and wearing a suit but mixed with slippers, she immediately turned into a screaming chicken.
"What happened to you? Why did you suddenly come over, and why are you dressed like that?"
Chen Li was seething with anger. He wiped the water from his face as he entered and started cursing, "It's all because of Li Chi'an! She came home today and threw away the bed, all my clothes, and all my shoes! Is she crazy...? She..."
Chen's mother went back into the room and got a clean towel for her son, also angrily scolding, "She may be angry, but why throw clothes and the bed around like that? Sigh..."
The mother and son ranted and raved about Li Chi'an, and then Chen's mother pushed Chen Li, "Go take a shower."
As Chen walked into the bathroom, he asked, "Mom, do you have any clothes for me to wear?"
"Yes, I'll go get it for you."
After Chen Li finished showering, he came out of the bathroom still damp. He was speechless when he saw the clothes his mother had left on the sofa. "Mom, these are my clothes from high school. Why haven't you thrown them away yet?"
"Throwing things away, all you do is throw them away! Isn't having a spendthrift wife enough for you?" Chen's mother scolded her son again in anger. "If you have clothes, then wear them."
With such heavy rain outside and no time to buy clothes, Chen Li could only pinch her nose and pick up the fuzzy clothes she had washed on the sofa to put on.
Chen's mother then asked, "Your brother is back. Do you want to squeeze in with him?"
"No need." Chen Li paced around the living room. "I'll just sleep on this chair for the night. Go get me a blanket."
"You have a bed but you sleep on a chair. You'll feel terrible when you get up tomorrow morning." Chen's mother was worried about her son. "You should go home tomorrow. If she kicks you out, just leave. That's not your house, you know."
"Don't worry about it, I'll handle it myself."
The thought of returning home after rummaging through the trash, only to find the door locked with a new password, kept Chen Li tossing and turning all night, unable to sleep.
...
Bishui Mountain Villa.
When Yuan Ergeng returned home, only a floor lamp in the corner of the living room was lit, its warm yellow glow spreading out in a small patch, like a thin layer of honey.
Gao Yinxi curled up deep on the sofa, covered with a beige thin fleece blanket. The television screen flickered silently, and the light flowed across her face, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.
She seemed to be asleep, yet also awake. Hearing the door open, she lazily opened her eyelids a crack, her gaze falling on him with a mixture of drowsiness and scrutiny.
"You're back?" Her voice was a little hoarse, as if it had been gently rubbed by sandpaper.
"Hmm," he responded, closing the door behind him and shutting out the coldness of the corridor.
"How is your son? Is he alright?"
"The fever's gone down. The doctor said it's pneumonia, and we need to observe her for a few days." Yuan Ergeng, looking exhausted, knelt down in front of Gao Yinxi and asked softly, "Why aren't you sleeping in bed?"
"Waiting for you." Gao Yinxi yawned, tears of weariness streaming from the corners of her eyes. "Is it that serious?"
“Yes.” Yuan Ergeng took off his thin coat, which smelled of medicine from the hospital, and casually draped it over the armrest of the sofa. He then leaned over and sat down next to Gao Yinxi.
The sofa sank in softly.
He still carried a hint of the chill of the late night, and as he leaned in, his presence enveloped her in an irresistible way.
Gao Yinxi didn't move, but her body under the blanket tensed up imperceptibly for a moment.
Yuan Ergeng's attention was always on her, and he noticed all the changes in her body.
His arm wrapped around the back of her neck, and with a tentative force, he pulled her into his embrace.
His kiss landed, not on her lips, but with the dry warmth of his breath from being busy and not having had much water. It touched her forehead, then her temple, lingering with a homecoming-like, almost greedy, lingering feeling.
"What's wrong?" Gao Yinxi raised her hand and touched Yuan Ergeng's face, asking softly, "Are you worried about Langlang?"
Yuan Er took a deep breath, feeling the tightness and unease in his chest finally dissipate a little. "A hug will make you feel better."
I don't know when it started, but whenever he's troubled, holding the soft body of the person in his arms always brings him a moment of peace and tranquility.
Thinking back to his anxious state in the hospital, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.
My son got sick this time because he couldn't adjust to the change in environment while traveling abroad. He had already received treatment abroad, but it didn't work, so we had to return to China for treatment.
As soon as he got off the plane, his ex-wife Meng Wan called him. He went to the hospital to visit his son immediately. However, when Meng Wan saw him, she cried and repeated what she had told him on WeChat.
This made Yuan Ergeng's already anxious mood even more irritable.
"Why don't you find a customized private tour group? Why do you have to join a group tour with others?"
The son, Yuan Lang, was infected while traveling in a group with others.
Meng Wan cried again, "How was I supposed to know it would turn out like this? Africa is so dangerous. I just thought it would be better to have more people, for safety."
As she spoke, she even scolded Yuan Ergeng, "If you had known this would happen, why didn't you come with us back then?"
"Don't you know what kind of relationship we have? What kind of talk is it for me to take our son on a trip abroad with you? What will others think? Can't you have any sense of boundaries?" Yuan Er wanted to raise his fist and shake the woman's muddled brain awake. "Besides, I told you to make proper arrangements, and you've done this to my son. I haven't even held you accountable yet, and you're blaming me?!"
Gao Yinxi usually objects when he accompanies his child to the amusement park with Meng Wan. If he really takes his son to Africa with Meng Wan this time, Gao Yinxi will kick him out as soon as he dares to mention it, even before he comes back. He has that much foresight.
Moreover, even if Gao Yinxi didn't agree, he himself couldn't agree to Meng Wan's outrageous request.
"What do you mean by 'others'?" Meng Wan wiped her tears with a tissue, her voice full of grievance. "Where are you talking about 'others'? Aren't you just afraid Gao Yinxi will be unhappy?"
Yuan Er looked at her coldly, not wanting to talk to her at all. He sat by the bed and watched his son for a while before getting up to go to the payment counter, paid the fees, and then found his son's attending physician to learn more about the situation. He found that it was better than expected, and then drove back to Biyue Villa.
Sensing that the other person was burdened with something, he didn't say anything, and Gao Yinxi didn't ask any more questions either, but just quietly patted Yuan Ergeng's head.
Touch and hugs are often more healing and make people feel loved than words.
At least for now, Yuan Ergeng was really enjoying the caresses. He felt that Gao Yinxi's soft touch had a kind of magic that could sweep away all his fatigue. "Wife, are you done?"
"End what?"
Before Gao Yinxi could understand what Yuan Ergeng meant, his hand began to move upwards along her smooth leg.
Gao Yinxi turned his head slightly, neither agreeing nor dodging, like a still pool of water, only letting out a very soft, almost ignored sigh.
The sigh was like a fine needle, silently piercing the silence.
Aren't you tired?
"...Not tired." Yuan Ergeng's hand was still on the back of her neck, and he could clearly feel the slightly taut muscles under her skin. "Don't you want to?"
This is not proper.
Gao Yinxi reached out and pinched the other person's waist. "Go take a shower, you stink."
"Wash it after you're done?" Yuan Er asked in a lower voice.
Unconsciously, his fingers picked up a strand of her hair that was loose on her cheek and twirled it between his fingers.
Her hair was cool and supple, carrying the faint scent of her shampoo.
"Then forget it." Gao Yinxi pushed Yuan Ergeng's head to the side. "I'm going to sleep. You can sleep in the guest room."
She was always particular about the hygiene of the bed and would never let someone who didn't shower into bed.
Yuan Ergeng's kiss landed on Gao Yinxi's trembling eyelids, "Wife... let me hold you for a while."
His palms caressed the curves of her lower back, the heat burning her skin through the fabric. As his teeth gently nibbled at her carotid artery, Gao Yinxi heard herself let out a soft, kitten-like whimper.
The person on top of me knows how to flirt.
"Go take a shower." Gao Yinxi hooked her hand on his belt buckle, and the metal buckle popped open with a crisp "click".
Yuan Ergeng's eyes, under the dim spotlight, resembled two pools of melted dark chocolate. "Is it okay if I don't wash them?"
"No." Gao Yinxi's body went weak from the kiss, but she still retained her rationality. "Go quickly."
"Together." Yuan Er lingered and clung to Gao Yinxi.
“I’ve already washed.” Gao Yinxi raised her foot to kick him, but Yuan Ergeng, who was kneeling, grabbed her ankle.
He lowered his head and gently kissed her snow-white instep.
Gao Yinxi's ankle stiffened instantly, and he couldn't kick him. Instead, Gao Yinxi grabbed his ankle and pulled him into his arms.
Yuan Er hugged her and kissed her passionately for a while before carrying her to bed.
Hearing the sound of water coming from the bathroom, Gao Yinxi lay quietly on the bed, staring at the ceiling and adjusting her breathing.
Before she could catch her breath, someone returned completely naked and drenched in sweat, leaping onto her like a puppy.
"One step at a time?" Yuan Ergeng squeezed his knee between her legs, rubbing his slightly rough leg against the skin on the inside of her thigh.
When Gao Yinxi raised her hand to turn off the light, she bumped into the doll that was placed on the bedside table behind her.
In the room, the bright ceiling light was turned off, and the wall lamps hanging on the wall were turned on.
After a period of intimate whispering, Gao Yinxi lifted her aching foot and kicked Yuan Ergeng on top of her, saying, "Get off me, I'm exhausted."
Yuan Ergeng gently moved it a little, "This way it won't be heavy, right?"
Gao Yinxi patted Yuan Ergeng's broad back with her backhand, "You're covered in sweat and filthy. Go take a shower."
Yuan Ergeng laughed again, "Why do you always urge me to take a shower?"
"With so much sweat, how can you sleep without showering?"
“It’s not dirty.” Yuan Er was both helpless and amused.
"Whether it's dirty or not is up to me."
Yuan Er lowered his head and sucked hard on Gao Yinxi's lips until she was almost out of breath and her face was flushed red, then he released her and jumped off the bed.
After he finished showering, he returned to the room.
Gao Yinxi was already so tired that she was about to fall asleep. Looking at her bruised and exhausted appearance, he felt both love and pity for her.
Recently, he has been thinking about Gao Yinxi's desire to have a child. To be honest, as the father of an eight-year-old, he doesn't really have any ideas about having another child for the time being.
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