She goes crazy, he'll cover for her; the darling of the group is someone no one dares to mess w

Fang Li couldn't help but sense the ambiguous tension that had been surging between the two of them these past few days.

She's not saying this to avoid the issue, but because she genuinely feels... it's all happening too fast.

They were clearly just a couple without any real feelings for each other, but somehow things gradually went astray. The man became increasingly open about his desires, and she was repeatedly seduced by him.

Han Xi's eyes narrowed slightly, but his hand holding her chin didn't loosen; instead, his thumb lightly caressed the corner of her lips. "Alright, what do you want to talk about?"

Fang Li felt a chill run down her spine under his deep gaze, and she opened her eyes wide in panic as she looked at him: "Han Xi..."

"I like you, I like you a lot." These were words that should have made someone blush and their heart race, but Han Xi uttered them with the calmest expression.

Seeing Fang Li staring blankly at him without moving, he tightened his grip on her chin, pursed his lips, and continued with a darkening gaze, "I want you. I really want you."

"..." Fang Li's heart trembled, the tremors growing faster and faster, like magma about to erupt, surging with high temperature and ready to burst forth.

“Ali, I know it’s difficult for you to accept me right now, but we are husband and wife, and no matter what the initial purpose was, this outcome will never change.”

"As husband and wife, we will eventually be able to be completely honest with each other. Do you know how long I have been waiting for this day?"

"..." Fang Li's eyes showed a slight surprise.

Han Xi gazed intently at her, his eyes brimming with an unfathomable desire and obsession, his love and possessiveness appearing and disappearing intermittently.

Seeing Fang Li's cold eyes flicker slightly, he frowned, lowered his head slightly to touch her forehead, and said in a hoarse voice, "I don't know how much longer I can endure, A-Li, I hope you won't be too cruel."

Warm lips hovered at the corners of the mouth, sometimes lightly touching, sometimes gently pecking.

Fang Li felt her body and soul trembling, as if struck by an unnamed electric current, and her body became increasingly weak with the man's movements.

"Han Xi...don't do this..." Fang Li couldn't take it anymore, her breathing became slightly labored, and she gently turned her face to the side.

Han Xi paused in his kiss, his dark, cold eyes narrowing as he stared at Fang Li with suppressed rage.

Fang Li hunched her shoulders, a blush spreading across her face, her eyelashes fluttering rapidly, and her lips glossy red. "Give me some time, okay?"

Han Xi suppressed the surging heat within him and held her still.

Fang Li bit her lip and said, "I won't keep you waiting too long. I... I'm just... I'm just a little scared..."

Han Xi subconsciously thought of her and Song Yuchen, assuming that the two had some unpleasant memories. His eyes darkened, and his thin, hard lips tightened.

He put his hands down, stood up, put them in his pockets, turned around and took two steps toward the French windows. With his back to Fang Li, he looked up and took a long, deep breath.

Fang Li quickly sat up straight, tidied her hair which hadn't gotten messy, and forced herself to focus her gaze on the computer screen in front of her.

Han Xi calmed himself down and turned to look at Fang Li.

Feeling the gaze from her man, Fang Li quickly buried her face in front of the computer, staring intently at it.

Han Xi sighed, lifted his foot, and left the study without saying a word, his face cold.

The door slammed shut. Fang Li appeared expressionless, but her heart trembled. She stared at the screen for a long time and found that she could only see a bright white light. She couldn't understand a single word on it. She slumped into the chair, looking up at the ceiling.

Han Xi slammed the door and went downstairs, just in time to run into Meng Yuan, who was carrying a medicine box and was about to go upstairs to find Fang Li.

"...President Han."

This time, Han Xi didn't even glance at her, and strode out of the main gate. Soon after, the sound of a car engine gradually fading into the distance could be heard.

Meng Yuanli stood on the stairs, gripping the handrail, watching the car lights recede into the distance outside the window. She pursed her red lips and turned to look upstairs.

Is it her imagination?

Why did President Han look so unhappy just now?

Could it be...

Her eyes flickered, and she stepped upstairs.

......night.

Han Xi returned after nine o'clock.

He entered the room with a faint smell of alcohol on him, but his face showed no signs of drunkenness.

At that time, Fang Li had already taken a shower and was lying in bed.

Han Xi changed his shoes and went straight upstairs to the master bedroom. He pressed the doorknob twice but found that it was already locked from the inside.

The irritability I had just managed to suppress instantly surged up again.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door, neither too hard nor too softly.

Fang Li was texting Ji Tiantian to arrange tomorrow's work when she heard the voice and immediately stopped typing.

Her cool eyes turned to the door, and as the knocking sounded again, a man's voice came through the door: "Ah Li, open the door."

"..." Fang Li held her breath and remained still.

The knocking stopped after a short while, and there was no more noise outside.

Fang Li raised her lips, a hint of smugness in her eyes, and shifted to a more comfortable position, half-lying on the bed to continue replying to messages.

Outside the door, Han Xi knocked but no one answered, so he simply went back to his room.

He planned to take a shower to get rid of the smell of alcohol, and then use the spare key to give the smug woman in the room a 'surprise'.

After entering the room, Han Xi unbuttoned his shirt and went into the bathroom.

Soon, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.

Downstairs at the corner, no one noticed a slender shadow standing in the darkness of the corner.

She heard everything that had just happened upstairs.

No wonder President Han looked unwell when he left in the evening, and returned so late reeking of alcohol.

It turns out they were only husband and wife in name only; in reality, they even slept in separate rooms.

This discovery fueled the growing fire within Meng Yuan, which was now almost bursting out of her throat.

She patted her wildly beating chest, looked up at the brightly lit second floor, and her eyes darkened, revealing a hint of madness.

Han Xi was taking a shower when he heard a noise coming from the doorway outside.

He twitched his hand as he rubbed his hair, and with a slight tilt of his ear, he heard a series of deliberately suppressed, slow footsteps. Instantly, an image of a woman sneaking around, trying to play a prank, flashed through his mind.

He curled his lips into a smile, pretending not to hear and ignoring it.

He slowly and deliberately washed himself thoroughly before pulling a bathrobe over himself and going outside.

The moment he opened the door, Han Xi's lips curled up slightly, but the next second his expression tightened instantly.

Opposite the bathroom was Peng Ruan's large bed, where a woman was sitting. However, it was not the beautiful figure he had expected, but Meng Yuan.

Meng Yuan sat on the edge of the bed with her long legs slightly bent, wearing only a light pink lace nightgown. One arm gently wrapped around her waist and held the other arm, and her body was slightly turned to the side so that anyone coming out of the bathroom could see her proud curves at a glance.

Her thin lace dress was both sheer and form-fitting, and the way she deliberately accentuated her breasts... was subtly alluring.