"What are you busy with?"
"Coming home so late, and not answering the phone?"
Jingmin leaned back in his chair, his voice low, but his gaze fell on her casually, giving an irrelevant answer.
Chu Wuyang was already seething with anger because Mo Sangyu had inexplicably and unintentionally asserted her dominance in front of her.
Upon seeing the culprit still at her house, she instantly became furious.
She raised her hand and threw her bag hard at the man.
"Jingmin, trespassing is illegal!"
Jingmin gracefully tilted her head to avoid the haute couture crocodile handbag.
The bag grazed his cheek, knocking over a candle on the table. The flame tilted instantly, and the wax spilled onto another plate of sliced steak, sizzling as if someone had slapped him hard.
He glanced down at the plate of steak, a slow, amused smile playing on his lips.
"Oh, you don't like rare now, but you prefer medium-well?"
He looked up at her, his eyes cold and unfathomable.
"No wonder he ignores his family and refuses to eat, instead of going out to meet other men and have affairs."
As he spoke, he cut open the steak on his plate, which still had pink marbling. The blade sliced across the meat, releasing bright red juices.
He sighed, his tone tinged with regret.
"Rare is still the best, just like your trembling lips...delicious."
Chu Wuyang was truly trembling with anger.
What gives him the right?
What gives them the right to send someone to follow her?
Why should we criticize who she eats with and what she eats?
She had endured too much all day.
Chu Han's misunderstanding and humiliation, Mo Sangyu's absurd demands, and their home... all felt like thorns stuck in their hearts.
Now, they've finally found an outlet.
She roared.
"Jingmin, you're a fucking psychopath!"
"Your wife cooks meals at home and you don't eat them, so why are you coming here to act crazy?"
Upon hearing this, Jingmin slowly put down his knife and fork, pulled out a napkin, stood up, and walked towards her.
He stood very close, his gaze as deep as a pool of water, but the next second he suddenly raised his hand, grabbed her chin, and roughly wiped the corner of her mouth with that not-so-soft napkin.
She flinched away in shock and anger, but he was too strong, gripping her chin and ruthlessly rubbing it a few times.
Chu Wuyang felt a burning pain on her lips, as if they were broken.
Before she could react, the man suddenly leaned down and kissed her.
Unable to move, she could only close her eyes, and a tear silently slid down her cheek.
She knew this man's unreasonable possessiveness was acting up again, but she had suffered enough from provoking Jing Min when they were alone together in a private space.
Reason returns.
She loosened her clenched fist, suppressed her nausea, hooked her pinky finger around the man's finger, and gently shook it.
The man did indeed release her.
Chu Wuyang's tone softened somewhat.
"Jingmin, it's late. Mo Sangyu has prepared dinner for you at home. You should go home soon, don't keep people waiting."
"You want me to leave?"
The man's voice carried a slow, unhurried chuckle, yet it was like a blade probing flesh.
Chu Wuyang lowered her eyelashes slightly and spoke softly.
"I... ran into your wife today, and she invited me to your house..."
Jing Min leaned down slightly and gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, a gesture that was intimate yet carried a naked distrust.
"Really? Come to my house?"
Chu Wuyang subconsciously took a step back, her chest heaving, her tone somewhat hurried.
"It's true, Mo Sangyu prepared dinner for you herself, and also... a surprise."
She couldn't bring herself to talk about the pajamas.
The man's fingers twirled strands of his hair, looping them around and around, as he chuckled softly, a cold sarcasm in his laughter.
"Oh? What surprise?"
Chu Wuyang lowered her eyes and looked away.
Why don't you go back and check it out?
"Are you in such a hurry to get rid of me?"
Jingmin calmly bent down, picked up the crocodile skin handbag from the ground, and slowly unzipped it.
He pulled out a stack of documents and held them between his fingers; the soft rustling of the papers was like the sound of a blade slicing past his ear.
"Oh,"
"Why don't you say so..."
He looked up, his gaze sharp and cold.
"You prepared such a big surprise for me yourself?"
Chu Wuyang's face turned pale, and she rushed forward to snatch it.
But her movements were utterly ineffective in his eyes. The man easily tucked the documents into his pocket, and with his other hand, he picked up the candle on the table.
The instant the flame licked the edge of the paper,
The orange light illuminated her wide-open eyes, which were filled with a look of bewilderment, panic, and near despair.
The ashes of the paper fell and gently clung to her cheek.
It was like a last dream being burned to pieces.
She was imprisoned by him, as if watching her last remaining hope turn to ashes in the firelight.
The man abruptly threw the candle aside, sparks flying and reflecting the sinister look in his eyes.
His large hand trembled slightly as he gripped her slender neck, the force not enough to suffocate her, but making each breath feel like stepping on a knife's edge.
His voice was deep and resonant, like the muffled rumble of thunder before a mountain rain.
"You're always like this, you never keep your promises. You agree to me on the surface, but you still run away behind my back."
Am I a monster?
He stared at her, his eyes swirling with a mixture of anger and chill, his tone suddenly shifting to a strange coldness.
"Meeting a man under my nose, especially on such a special day as today."
A cold smile curled his thin lips, as if severing the last vestige of pity.
"I shouldn't have felt pity for you, and I shouldn't have shown him any mercy either."
From somewhere, he pulled out a stack of documents and suddenly threw them at her face.
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