Night Fire Lingering

Luo Beiqing glanced at them from afar, realizing he could no longer catch up with Gu Yanci and Wen Yan.

She looked at the person in front of her, her patience waning: "What do you want?"

"Luo Beiqing, don't you have any explanation?" He Tingchuan asked.

"What do I have to explain?" Luo Beiqing chuckled. "I caught you in bed with Qiao Weiwei, and I didn't even ask you to explain. You have the nerve to ask me to explain? Did I sleep with someone else or get pregnant with someone else's child?"

He Tingchuan frowned: "I have no relationship with Qiao Weiwei."

Luo Beiqing had an expression that said, "I've really learned something new today." He said, "Nothing to do with it? Young Master He is quite arrogant. You two slept together, and she got pregnant with your child. You call that nothing to do with it?"

Those listening to the gossip were dumbfounded, and some in the crowd couldn't help but gasp.

Luo Beiqing didn't want to embarrass herself here, so she turned and left.

"Miss Luo, your coat!" The puppy-like male model chased after Luo Bei, carrying her coat that had fallen onto the sofa. His eyes were filled with anticipation like a puppy's. "Miss Luo, there are plenty of men out there. It's always more fun to find someone new! What do you think of me?"

He Tingchuan stood to the side with a cold face, his gaze as sharp as a knife as he stared at the young male model.

But the little puppy, like a newborn calf unafraid of a tiger, stubbornly refused to look at He Tingchuan.

Luo Beiqing crossed her arms and carefully looked the young male model up and down.

"Luo Beiqing!" He Tingchuan shouted sternly.

He was still standing in front of her; was she going to choose a male model right in front of him?

Luo Beiqing smiled and beckoned to the young male model, signaling him to follow her.

The young male model's eyes lit up, and he almost pressed himself against Luo Beiqing, but Luo Beiqing pushed him away with a finger, indicating that he should keep a distance from her.

"Young Master He, instead of wasting your time, why don't you prepare a divorce agreement?" Luo Beiqing left with the male model, his back view carefree and without any lingering affection.

He Tingchuan did not marry Luo Beiqing out of love.

He viewed marriage as a transaction, a task that had to be completed in life. He married Luo Beiqing because she was pleasing to the eye and wouldn't interfere in his life or make any demands on him after marriage.

Over the past two years, Luo Beiqing has indeed played the role of a perfect Mrs. He, and has given him ample freedom.

But why did he feel so...uncomfortable at this moment?

It's like the lamp that's always been by your bedside and used every night has suddenly been moved.

He Tingchuan is used to having control over his life and the people in it.

Now, Luo Beiqing has lost control!

"Just drop me off here!" Once they reached the parking lot, Luo Beiqing gave the male model a small tip.

The young male model was very disappointed: "Miss Luo, what do you mean by this? Did I do something to upset you?"

Luo Beiqing handed the car keys to the designated driver, then turned to him and said, "Prostitution is illegal. I am a law-abiding citizen."

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"Let me go! Gu Yanci, you bastard!"

Wen Yan struggled all the way, but Gu Yanci was stronger and firmly controlled her with his arms.

Zhou Qi opened the car door.

Wen Yan was practically thrown into the back seat by the enraged man, her body sinking into the back of the chair.

Just as she was about to struggle to get up, the man had already entered the carriage, instantly making the carriage feel extremely oppressive.

With a "bang," the car door slammed shut!

Gu Yanci tore off his disguise, pressing down on Wen Yan's collarbone with one hand, his scalding palm almost burning Wen Yan's cool skin.

"Gu Yanci!"

Wen Yan tried to get up, but her hands were too weak to move. The man was pressing down on her collarbone, making her even more unable to move. She was like a fish on a steaming plate, completely at his mercy.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Zhou Qi glanced at the back row through the rearview mirror, then quietly raised the partition, becoming a mute driver.

"I'm here," Gu Yanci replied, his expressionless gaze fixed on the woman beneath him.

After looking for two seconds, he raised his other hand and slowly stroked Wen Yan's lips with his thumb.

This action was so ambiguous that alarm bells went off in Wen Yan's mind.

"Gu Yanci, let go of me! We're already talking about divorce, or I'll sue you for sexual harassment!"

The man seemed not to hear her accusation and asked, "Did he kiss you?"

That sound was chillingly cold.

"What?" Wen Yan didn't understand the nonsensical words.

Gu Yanci's gaze shifted from Wen Yan's red lips to her eyes, and he added, "That duck."

—Did that duck kiss you?

How could he possibly assume that about her?

A nameless anger rose in Wen Yan's heart: "This is none of your business! Let me go!"

"You kissed him?" Gu Yanci's face darkened.

Before Wen Yan could react, the man's kiss landed without warning.

A kiss that was completely haphazard.

suck.

It was so intense it almost resembled biting.

He was like a wolf marking its territory; Wen Yan's breath was completely taken away in a few seconds, and her mouth was forcefully invaded.

At first, Wen Yan still had the strength to hit and push him despite the injury to her hands, but then he controlled her hands and she couldn't move them.

My body gradually lost its strength.

When she was so dizzy from difficulty breathing, the man finally took pity on her and released her.

Wen Yan's mind was a little hazy from lack of oxygen. Looking at the man so close to her, her face showed no satisfaction, only a cold scrutiny and a masculine competitive spirit.

"Zhizhi, is it better for me to kiss him, or for him?" Gu Yanci asked in a hoarse voice, "Can he satisfy you?"

"Gu Yanci, you're a real bastard!"

Wen Yan glared at him, wanting to slap him, but her hands were restrained by him.

Gu Yanci kissed her slightly swollen lips again, asking obsessively, "Did I kiss you well?"

Wen Yan was so angry that she talked nonsense: "I just kissed someone, why are you so agitated? What if I said I slept with him?"

Gu Yanci froze for several seconds.

Suddenly, she smiled slowly.

There was no smile in his eyes, only a chilling coldness.

“Zhizhi,” he stroked Wenyan’s cheek, “then I can help you—forget his feelings!”

Before she could finish speaking, the man's hand had already slipped under Wen Yan's skirt.

Wen Yan trembled all over.

"Gu Yanci! Gu Yanci, are you crazy? This is inside the car! Stop it right now!"

"Didn't you know since you were little that I'm not a good person at all?"

"Gu Yanci! All you do is bully me! You bastard!"

"Yes, I'm not Gu Jingzhou, how could I possibly please you?"

Gu Yanci's hands never stopped.

The phantom had stopped moving at some point, and the scenery outside the window was no longer shifting.

"Gu Yanci, stop!" Wen Yan was now powerless to resist. "Don't force me to hate you!"

"Hate me?" Gu Yanci seemed to have heard something amusing. "Three years ago, when you were forced to marry me, shouldn't you have hated me then?"

Wen Yan froze, staring blankly at him: "W-what did you say?"