Quick Wear: The soft cannon fodder turns into a heartthrob and seduce

The girl next to Jin Xirong is Su Liuli.

His most trusted secretary's sister.

Su Liuli used to love hanging around Jin Xirong, and she even dared to provoke the original owner of this body without knowing her own limitations.

The original owner had no feelings for Jin Xirong, so she didn't care about these things; she was just afraid that her current life would disappear.

So he specifically went to talk to Jin Xirong.

However, Jin Xirong's indifferent attitude at the time made her realize that he didn't have any good feelings for Su Liuli.

The original owner didn't know much about Jin Xirong, but Mu Zhou did.

This man is more cunning than a dragon fruit.

Keeping Su Liuli around is probably just another scheme they're plotting.

After all, this world is a male-oriented world, and Jin Xirong is a male protagonist in a male-oriented world, whose mind is full of struggle and career.

Knowing that he was not at risk of being divorced, the original owner stopped caring.

Now that they've met again after the divorce, Su Liuli also saw her and couldn't help but mock her as well.

"I was there for President Jin when he was down. You, a woman who kicks him when he's down and is greedy for money, are you still dreaming of remarrying him?"

The original owner was repeatedly mocked, and finally couldn't help but take action.

Neither of them was very good at fighting, so they pulled each other's hair and wrestled for a while, neither of them gaining the upper hand.

Afterwards, the original owner's condition worsened, and on the advice of a psychologist, she decided to go abroad and leave this familiar place.

Avoid further stimulation.

However, she suffered from poor mental health for many years and ultimately passed away at a young age.

Lost in thought, Mu Zhou drifted off to sleep.

I was awakened by a knock on the door.

She closed her eyes for a moment to clear her mind before slowly getting up.

The knocking was very rhythmic.

Even though Mu Zhou didn't respond, he remained patient and showed no impatience whatsoever.

Mu Zhou opened the door, didn't even look at the man outside, yawned, and went back to the sofa.

The man outside the door frowned slightly, but still came in and closed the door.

He walked into the living room and stood at a distance that was neither too close nor too far from the sofa.

"We agreed to get a divorce today."

His voice was cold, and his gaze fell on the woman on the sofa.

She was wearing a white silk slip dress with a low neckline and a length above the knee.

The silk fabric was smooth and soft, clinging to her body and outlining her curves.

A natural blend of sexiness and languor.

She lay lazily on the sofa, her skirt unintentionally lifting up slightly.

A pair of slender, straight legs were bent and crossed, exposed so openly.

Her face was buried in her arms, and she looked like she was still half asleep and not fully awake.

Jin Xirong coldly swept his gaze over her, his expression darkening.

He initially agreed to the arranged marriage partly to lull his father and stepmother into a false sense of security.

On the other hand, it also shows that Mu Zhou is someone who only loves money.

Someone whose intentions are obvious and can be appeased with money, leaving him with no worries, can save him a lot of trouble.

Therefore, Mu Zhou's lack of cooperation at this moment made him somewhat irritable and out of control.

He repeated it again, and only then did Mu Zhou move, raising his face slightly.

Her face was small, with willow-leaf eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, without a trace of sharpness.

Looking at it from afar, it has a captivating, melancholic air about it.

Her red lips were slightly upturned, with a natural pink hue.

Her lips parted slightly, and her voice was soft and delicate:

"What did you say?"

A nonchalant tone.

She changed her position, propped herself up to sit up, the hem of her skirt already rubbing against her thighs, a thin strap slipping off her shoulder, but she didn't care at all.

Jin Xirong's expression remained unchanged, but her eyes turned cold.

What are you doing? Trying to seduce someone?

Ah.

Is he some kind of shallow man?

Seeing that he didn't speak, Mu Zhou patted the spot next to him:

"Sit down, my neck hurts from looking up at you like this."

Arrogant and entitled.

Jin Xirong gritted her teeth, sat down on the sofa furthest away from her, and continued to repeat herself.

Mu Zhou looked at him.

[Help reminder for the male lead's romance quest: Jin Xirong's affection level has decreased by 5%, current affection level -5%.]

Mu Zhou chuckled inwardly.

Originally, he felt neither joy nor sorrow towards her, his favorability rating was 0, but now it has turned into a negative number.

She looked him up and down without any hesitation.

Jin Xirong is extremely beautiful, with delicate and exquisite features like white porcelain, and a pair of peach blossom eyes that are like autumn waves.

However, his face was always gloomy, and there seemed to be an unyielding resentment in his eyes.

He was wearing a black shirt, which didn't look very well-fitting or made of good fabric.

Yet, when he wore it, it still exuded a refined elegance, without any sense of cheapness.

Mu Zhou withdrew his gaze and picked up a bottle of water from the table.

She held it in her hand, her delicate brows furrowed:

"It's not cold at all."

This was the ice water she took out before going to bed, and it has long since cooled to room temperature.

She naturally instructed Jin Xirong:

"Go get me a bottle of ice water from the refrigerator."

Finally, she pursed her lips and curved them into a perfect smile:

"Thank you~"

The last syllable rose slightly, and for some reason, it always had a strange, sarcastic tone.

Jin Xirong's forehead veins throbbed.

His eyes were deep and intense as he stared intently at Mu Zhou.

Mu Zhou was not afraid at all, and even said:

"Aren't you in a hurry to get a divorce? I'm so hot right now, I have no energy, and I desperately need a bottle of ice water."

Jin Xirong gritted her teeth silently, and finally got up without saying a word and went to the kitchen.

After hearing that Mu Zhou's favorability rating had dropped again to -10%, he decided to give up entirely.

Anyway, I'm not worried about having a lot of debt.

Soon, a bottle of ice water was placed on the table.

The commotion was quite loud.

Mu Zhou lifted her eyelids, casually pulled up the shoulder strap that had slipped off her shoulder, and gave him a reproachful look:

"Scared me."

She unscrewed the bottle cap and said to Jin Xirong:

"Remember to unscrew the bottle cap for me next time."

As he spoke, he tilted his head back slightly and drank almost half of it in one gulp.

She had a long, fair neck, and was wearing a spaghetti strap nightgown that exposed most of her shoulders.

The way he tilts his head back to drink water is like that of a noble swan.

She put down the water bottle and sighed contentedly.

I want to lie back down again.

The original owner of this body was under immense mental stress and had very little physical strength and energy, wanting to lie down all day long.

Aside from a few social engagements she had to attend to maintain appearances, she was unwilling to leave her bed or sofa.

Jin Xirong raised her hand and glanced at her watch, her voice slightly cool:

"The Civil Affairs Bureau will close in two hours."

"But I really don't want to go out today, I have no energy at all."

Her face was full of sincerity, and her tone was earnest.

"I haven't washed my hair, I don't want to take a shower, and I don't want to change my clothes. I really can't do it today."

She counted on her fingers as she explained the reasons to him.

There was no way to overcome any of them.

Jin Xirong's eyes were cold and her gaze sharp.

"If you can't pick it up today, then the cooling-off period is invalid, and the divorce proceedings will have to start all over again."

"Let's do it again then. Anyway, you're unemployed, and I'm unemployed. We're not busy, so when is a good time?"

She stared with innocent-looking eyes, saying things that really hurt her.

Jin Xirong gritted her teeth.

He wasn't like Mu Zhou, a lazy bum with nothing to do.

But I can't tell her these things.

He squinted, staring at Mu Zhou for a long while, before finally getting up and leaving, his voice cold:

"what ever."