Pei Yang paused slightly, and Yan Yu laughed heartily: "If she finds out that the man she shares her bed with is so terrible, do you think she won't be scared and want to run away? Over the years, is Pei Yan the only one with dirty hands? How much better are you? She'll find out sooner or later that the husband she married is not what she thought!"
"She's lived such a clean life since she was little. She'll be scared of your dirty tricks, she won't be able to accept them. Do you think you can play the good guy in front of her for the rest of your life?" Yan Yu got more and more excited as she spoke, seemingly unafraid of death: "When she discovers your true colors, she'll look at you with disgust, she'll run away faster than anyone else! A cold-blooded person like you is destined to be unhappy!"
Pei Yang clenched his fist slightly, turned around, and reached out to grab Yan Yu's neck. The sudden burst of force caused her toes to leave the ground. She was choked so hard that she couldn't make a sound, and her legs kicked and struggled in the air. Her face was covered in veins, and she looked like she was about to suffocate.
She realized once again that he really wouldn't show her any mercy. If he twisted her to the side with just a little more force, she would be dead. Her will to survive made her struggle even more fiercely, clinging to his arm with both hands.
However, the air was slowly drawn away from her chest, and she felt that she was really going to die. She regretted saying those words that angered him. He cared about Xu Jiayue more than she had imagined, and even cursing them would not have a good ending could make him want to kill her.
Her face turned from red to pale, and her gripping hands gradually weakened.
When she thought she was going to die like this, he threw her to the ground with disgust, as if she were a burlap sack, and wiped his hands with a wet wipe, as if touching her neck was like touching something dirty.
She lay panting on the ground like an ant, but dared not provoke him again. Only when she watched him walk out of the house and heard the sound of the Maserati in the parking lot did she dare to grit her teeth and show a resentful expression. She touched her pocket, took out a short pen, and pressed the tip.
Their conversation could be heard clearly playing from inside; she was panting and laughing, tears streaming down her face.
At this moment, Pei Yang had already driven away.
Because of burning photos, he smelled a bit smoky on himself, and fearing that Xu Jiayue might worry and ask about it, he went to the hotel to take a shower first.
When he arrived home, it was around eight o'clock. He parked the car and looked around the house. Not a single room had its lights on; it looked pitch black, somewhat like when he used to live alone.
Since they got married, whenever he comes home, there are lights on in the house, and he can see her smiling face and feel the warmth of home.
But today was a little unusual. He opened the door, and the room was so quiet it was as if no one was there. When he turned on the light, he saw Xu Jiayue sitting on the sofa, motionless, as if she had been sitting there for a long time.
"Why aren't the lights on?" His voice was softer, a completely different tone from when he spoke to Yan Yu.
Seeing that Xu Jiayue didn't speak, he didn't even change out of his slippers and strode over to her. When he got to her, he saw that she looked unwell, so he squatted down and touched her forehead with his hand, asking worriedly, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Xu Jiayue leaned over and wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder and taking a deep sniff. He didn't smell of women's perfume, but he had a scent of someone who had just taken a shower.
In what situations would it be necessary to take a shower after being with a woman?
Xu Jiayue bit her lip, burying her head on his shoulder and refusing to lift it. He was so smart that he could see right through her just by looking at her expression; she couldn't give him that chance.
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