"I'm not eating, I have something to do, I'm leaving now."
Chu Wuyang's tone was indifferent.
Behind him, the man spoke in a casual tone.
"In such a hurry, rushing to your date?"
She turned around and saw him elegantly stirring the porridge in his bowl, his brow bone deep-set, his eyes casually sweeping over her.
"What's it to you?"
She retorted coldly.
Jing Min raised an eyebrow, put down the spoon, and his gaze shifted from indifferent to deep, his dark eyes as dark as the night, slowly falling on her.
"It wasn't my business before,"
He spoke in a calm and unhurried tone.
"But from today onwards, it concerns me."
Chu Wuyang was stunned for a moment, as if he had been nailed to the spot by his words.
His self-righteous and possessive demeanor left her momentarily unsure whether to be angry or mocking.
"You're sick,"
She spat it out coldly, then turned and walked away.
But she had only taken one step when she heard the sound of a chair scraping against the ground behind her, and the man's footsteps followed closely behind.
"Don't forget, this is what you owe me!"
Chu Wuyang's throat tightened; all that time she had spent providing psychological support had been shattered by just one sentence from him.
"I'd give my life for it, but don't even think about asking me to give my body."
Jing Min chuckled softly, leaning closer.
"What's the difference between once and a hundred times?"
"You've been unclean since last night. You'd better behave and maybe you'll get what you want."
Chu Wuyang suddenly raised her hand and pushed him away.
"I've said I wouldn't be a mistress."
Jing Min straightened up, his tone becoming disdainful.
"A little ambition in a woman is interesting, but too much becomes repulsive. I've already said you're not qualified to be Mrs. Jing."
Chu Wuyang snorted coldly.
"Think what you want? I'm not going to be your mistress."
Jing Min raised an eyebrow slightly, a half-smile playing on his lips.
"Are you so insistent on this? Do you mean I'd divorce my wife and marry you for that?"
Chu Wuyang's body stiffened.
She never expected that he would casually mention the word "divorce"—would he even have such thoughts?
Mo Sangyu seems to genuinely like him.
Even the few words exchanged on the other end of the phone revealed reluctance and affection; it seems unlikely they would agree.
As for him?
Jing Min's indifferent voice rang out.
"Sang Yu is a good wife, and I could never divorce her,"
"It's just sleeping with a woman. If every woman I wanted to sleep with thought like you, I'd have to build a palace..."
He even considered the feasibility of this.
"Marrying her isn't out of the question..."
"Snap—!"
Chu Wuyang could no longer tolerate his shamelessness.
Keep dreaming. I'm not going to be your concubine.
She knew he held a prestigious position in the chiefdom, where polyandry was practiced, and that he genuinely harbored the idea of taking her as a concubine.
How is that possible?
That scumbag!
The fact that he sleeps with her so comfortably and even demands that she be at his beck and call suggests he's already a habitual cheater back in the Emirate and has long since given in to his desires.
No wonder people say she seduced him; during those years abroad, countless women must have used the same tactics to seduce him.
He can sleep while he's awake, so he must have slept with plenty of other women too!
She could tell that he was wary of Mo Sangyu and didn't want to cause trouble in front of her, but he was still playing such a sly game behind her back.
I initially thought it was a huge change in his personality, but the explanation I came up with was that he was releasing some kind of pressure.
After all, he had said that she had left him with a "shadow," and only by seeing her could he confirm that he was still alive.
So you're seeking her out for "treatment"?
Chu Wuyang felt a faint pity rising within him, but it vanished coldly the next second.
What kind of illness can't be cured by doctors, but requires the help of one's wife before bed?
It's clearly just a high-sounding excuse for a scumbag to cheat.
Thinking of this, she felt a pang of pity for Mo Sangyu—did that woman who wholeheartedly supported her husband and accompanied him through the most difficult days know that her husband had actually changed long ago?
He's become a complete scumbag!
Jing Min wasn't too angry about being slapped; he just touched his reddened face and said indifferently.
"Whether you agree or not, I'm going to sleep with you anyway. If I'm in a good mood, I might play games with you, but if I'm in a bad mood... Chu Wuyang, why don't you think more about the people around you?"
Chu Wuyang's heart skipped a beat, and a sharp pain shot through his brow.
"What do you mean?"
Jing Min's gaze swept over her clothes, his tone light yet chilling.
"Your little assistant has good taste, but unfortunately—she's eyeing my stuff."
Chu Wuyang had lost patience with his cat-and-mouse game. The dress she was wearing was undoubtedly a gift from Jian Zhou, but Jian Zhou and she had nothing to do with each other. Even if he wanted to implicate innocent people, he couldn't find any evidence.
She spoke in a cold voice.
"If you insist on taking revenge on me, either take my life, or you can take the Chu family's assets; I can't afford or give you anything else."
After saying that, she turned to leave.
"First Dance in the Sun"
Jing Min's low, cold voice came from behind.
"Fire that little assistant,"
"Also, break up with your so-called boyfriend before I lose my patience."
Chu Wuyang stopped in his tracks.
"Jingmin, it's none of your business!"
"Really? Let's give it a try."
Chu Wuyang didn't turn around and went straight to open the door.
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