Night Fire Lingering

The window in the master bedroom was opened a crack.

The pattering rain outside the window mingled with the sobs of the woman on the bed.

Under the warm yellow light, the man's profile was handsome and cold, his deep eyes seeming to want to devour the woman in his arms.

Wen Yan was pinned down on the bed by the man, unable to withstand such extreme pressure, her beautiful face flushed with a stunning blush.

"Gu, Gu Yanci..."

"Say it again."

Gu Yanci's voice was low, husky, and sexy, and when he whispered in your ear, it made your heart tremble.

His movements were forceful and fierce, his arms holding the person firmly in his embrace.

The way he treated it like a precious treasure stirred a bizarre hope in Wen Yan—

Does he have any feelings for her?

The phone rang abruptly, interrupting the passionate moment in the room.

Wen Yan caught a glimpse of the caller ID on her phone out of the corner of her eye, and her body stiffened.

"hiss--"

The man tensed up and slapped her lower back with a loud "smack!"

"Relax!" Gu Yanci commanded in a low, hoarse voice.

My gaze immediately followed the caller ID and I saw: Wen Muzhi!

The man stopped abruptly and answered the phone.

After hearing what was said on the other end of the phone, Gu Yanci had completely calmed down.

"I'll be there soon."

He turned and left, but Wen Yan remained frozen in her original position, her legs still trembling slightly uncontrollably.

His warmth still lingered in her body, but her heart grew colder and colder.

"Gu Yanci, are you going out?"

Wen Yan saw him quickly change his clothes and spoke before she could even think.

I want to keep them.

"Hmm." Gu Yanci picked up his phone and walked out, not even glancing at Wen Yan.

When you call it, it comes, when you wave it, it goes.

Wen Yan felt like a prostitute, naked at that moment, and her heart felt like it was being stabbed out by a sharp knife.

It's both painful and ironic!

She pulled the silk quilt over herself, a lingering hoarseness remaining in her clear, soft voice:

"Gu Yanci, are you really going to go like this? Aren't you afraid Wen Muzhi will smell my scent and get jealous?"

Gu Yanci paused as he opened the door, turned around, and saw Wen Yan's gaze fixed on his crotch.

The man's extremely handsome face, bathed in the light, exuded the cold-heartedness of someone in a superior position. His gaze was indifferent, as if the person who had just been making love with her a few minutes earlier was not him.

Wen Yan met his gaze; her bright and delicate face was incredibly alluring, yet her faint smile was clearly a provocation and mockery.

“Wen Yan, Mu Zhi’s hand injury has relapsed. She had multiple tendons and nerves in her hand ruptured, almost crippling her—” Gu Yanci looked down at her and coldly reminded her, “You’re the one who injured her.”

Wen Yan unconsciously clenched her fists under the covers, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and the forced smile on her face faded.

“Gu Yanci, you’re not a doctor. What can you do there? It’s not appropriate for her to call you, her brother-in-law, in the middle of the night and take you away from her sister’s bed.”

The man turned back in a few steps, bent down and pinched Wen Yan's chin, his thumb unconsciously rubbing against her skin:

"Wen Yan, if you still want more, I'll come back and make it up to you, stop fooling around, okay?"

"I find you disgusting!"

Wen Yan slapped his hand away, turned her head to the side, and felt extremely insulted.

The man didn't get angry when he heard the word "dirty"; instead, he raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Gu Yanci!" Wen Yan took a deep breath, wanting to take a gamble. "If I said I wanted you to stay tonight, you—"

Before she could finish speaking, the man interrupted, "Wen Yan, you have no right to say that."

Wen Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly as she tilted her head back to meet his cold gaze: "I am Mrs. Gu, do you have no right to?"

Gu Yanci seemed to have heard a joke, tearing away his facade of gentlemanly politeness, and said, "Wen Yan, do I need to remind you how you became Mrs. Gu?"

-

The lingering masculine scent in the master bedroom made Wen Yan feel suffocated, to the point that her heart ached.

An hour later, Wen Yan saw Wen Muzhi's Weibo post: "[Even with the slightest pain, there are loved ones by your side; there is no greater happiness than this.]"

The accompanying picture is a photograph: a man stands by a window, his back straight, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, which is captivating.

Even without capturing the man's face in the photo, Wen Yan recognized him as her husband, Gu Yanci!

Wen Yan felt a sharp pain in her heart, yet also found it incredibly ironic and laughable.

Three years ago, she was tricked into having a one-night stand with him. After the Gu family elders found out, they forced Gu Yanci to marry her to save face.

Eager to escape the control of the Wen family, she gladly married him.

Why is he so pleased?

Because Gu Yanci is the person she has secretly loved for many years!

-

The next day in the afternoon.

When Gu Yanci returned, his handsome face showed the weariness of not having slept all night.

Wen Yan nestled on the sofa, looking down at the thin document in her hand.

She was casually dressed in a nightgown, the straps revealing large expanses of her snow-white skin, dotted with red plum blossoms, which aroused endless imagination.

The sight of her lovely, bare, white feet landing on the cold, gray floor warmed one's breath.

Gu Yanci was about to remind her to put on her shoes when Wen Yan suddenly looked up at him.

Outstanding looks, tall and long legs, self-disciplined and respectful, born into a wealthy family, and wielding power—Gu Yanci is the man that all the socialites in the capital want to marry most, without exception!

"You're back so soon? Is Wen Muzhi's injury serious?" Wen Yan hugged her knees, resting her soft face on them.

Gu Yanci did not answer.

He clearly didn't want to tell her about Wen Muzhi.

"Gu Yanci," Wen Yan's voice was clear and gentle, her almond-shaped eyes bright and pure, "Do you love me even a little bit?"

A look of surprise flashed across Gu Yanci's eyes, but he quickly regained his usual indifference.

"What do you mean?" she asked, as if she had asked a stupid question.

Wen Yan spread her hands, feigning nonchalance: "I knew it, you don't love me."

I never loved her.

Wen Yan continued, "Gu Yanci, let's get a divorce."

Three years of marriage had not changed Gu Yanci's feelings for her, so why should she force it?

The man's hand had just touched her foot when he felt its icy coldness. Hearing this, he suddenly stopped, his previously gentle expression turning icy, and even the surrounding temperature seemed to drop sharply.

He looked up at her, his eyes exceptionally cold, like a storm in the night, and his words were equally cold:

"What did you say?"

The oppressive atmosphere was so strong that Wen Yan instinctively flinched.

Instead of pulling back, the man grabbed her slender ankle.

The warmth of the man's hand and the coldness of the woman's skin stimulated them, and they both looked in that direction.

Wen Yan recalled that last night he had held her ankle like this, lifting it up...

Her earlobes flushed with embarrassment, and she said with a stern expression, "Let go!"

The man didn't budge, but tightened his grip: "Wen Yan, behave properly as Mrs. Gu, and stop being unreasonable."

Unreasonable?

Wen Yan found it amusing.

If she were truly being unreasonable, she should have threatened to kill herself last night and kept him in this villa. Where would Wen Muzhi have had the chance to provoke her?

Wen Yan flicked her wrist and handed him the prepared divorce agreement. "Let's get a divorce. I'm fed up with you."