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

Han Xi's cold and disgusted voice still seemed to echo in her ears. Fang Li threw herself onto the bed as she recalled the sound, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up higher and higher as she thought about it.

This man has such a sharp tongue.

She's a beautiful woman, someone I could only look at with pity, yet they showed her absolutely no respect!

Fang Li hugged the blanket, rolled over, closed her eyes happily, and unknowingly fell asleep with a smile on her face.

...The night was deep.

The person in the bed is sleeping soundly.

The doorknob of the master bedroom was gently turned.

Then, *thud*.

The doorknob was turned completely, and the door was pushed open from the outside.

A dark figure darted into the room, its light footsteps treading on the soft carpet as it slowly approached Fang Li's sleeping bedside.

Soon, the bed behind Fang Li sank in.

The man's chest, carrying a slightly cool scent, approached from behind, gently pressing against Fang Li's back.

Fang Li, seemingly aware of what was happening in her sleep, instinctively shrank back, trying to get away.

The man paused slightly, then stretched out his long arm and hooked Fang Li's waist, giving her no chance to escape, and pulled her into his arms.

Fang Li frowned and gently struggled as her body was enveloped by a warm chest. Finding that she couldn't break free, she gave in and relaxed her body, letting the other person hug her from behind.

In the darkness, a hint of satisfaction finally appeared in the man's eyes. He gently pressed his face against the back of Fang Li's neck, couldn't help but rub his cheek against her hair, and pulled his large hand, which was on her waist, back closer.

The room returned to silence, and the two people on the bed seemed to have fallen asleep quietly.

Unexpectedly, after a long time, a faint, rustling sound was heard.

Under the covers, the large hand that had been resting on her waist began to wander, gently kneading her slender waist in its palm.

A moment later, seemingly still not satisfied, she deftly parted the curled hem of her skirt and slipped inside, slowly moving until she touched her soft, delicate skin before stopping.

Early the next morning.

Fang Li slept soundly through the night, and only woke up slowly around eight o'clock with a frown on her face.

She slowly opened her eyes, expecting to see a handsome, upright face, but... there was no one there.

She paused for a moment, then sat up with a frown.

The huge bed showed only the messy traces of her sleeping there. She was using one pillow and holding the other in her arms; it didn't look like anyone else had slept there.

How could this be...?

Fang Li was confused.

Could it be a dream?

However, in her half-awake state, she clearly felt someone come in and hold her while she slept!

Fang Li scratched her head, got out of bed, and went into the bathroom.

When she finished washing up and came downstairs, Aunt Rong had already prepared breakfast.

Upon entering the restaurant, one could see Meng Yuan already sitting in her usual spot, sipping her porridge.

Fang Li's heart stirred slightly, and she looked at the woman in front of her with a hint of surprise.

Everyone knows what happened last night. If it were her, she would have left long ago, feeling ashamed. But she is still sitting here calmly.

Clearly, this woman is not as weak and gentle as she appears; at least in certain matters, she possesses an exceptionally strong mental fortitude.

"Good morning, Miss Meng." Fang Li sat down calmly, as if nothing had happened.

Meng Yuan: "..." Her lowered eyes flickered.

"morning."

Han Xi must have already left; it was just the two of them having breakfast.

With Han Xi absent, Aunt Rong took over serving Fang Li the entire time.

Fang Li chatted casually with Aunt Rong, and the atmosphere between the two was extremely harmonious.

On the other side of the table, silence and gloom prevailed, like a world unnoticed.

Meng Yuan's hand holding the spoon tightened slightly, her face was already pale, but she forced herself to pretend to be very calm.

to be frank.

Fang Li admired her a little.

After dinner, Meng Yuan changed Fang Li's dressing right there in the living room.

Afterwards, Meng Yuan packed her first-aid kit, and Fang Li said a few words and went upstairs.

She had only taken a few steps when Meng Yuan, who was in the living room, suddenly looked up at her and said, "Last night..."

"What does Miss Meng want to say?" Fang Li stopped, grabbed the handrail, and turned around.

Meng Yuan hadn't expected Fang Li to be so calm. She thought that even though she had heard the whole story after seeing her come out of Han Xi's room like that last night, she would still confront her.

This is a normal psychological state for all women.

Why didn't she?

Is it indifference, or contempt for her?

Meng Yuan frowned almost imperceptibly, a hint of unyielding stubbornness reflected in her eyes. She pursed her lips, her face slightly pale, and asked, "Are you and President Han really husband and wife?"

"..." Fang Li's cold eyes paused slightly, and the corners of her pursed lips curled up gently: "What does this have to do with Miss Meng?"

"You don't deserve him."

Fang Li's smile gradually turned cold.

Meng Yuan stared at Fang Li, then smiled, her shrewd eyes revealing obvious provocation. "A man like President Han shouldn't suppress his own needs for normal reasons. And you are not worthy to be his wife. If he wanted, he could have countless women around him who could replace you at any time!"

Fang Li frowned, looked at Meng Yuan's face, and after a while, her eyes narrowed slightly and she suddenly chuckled: "You're right, countless women want to replace me, and Miss Meng must be one of them."

“But, just like you said…” Her smile lost its warmth, and her watery eyes turned cold. Fang Li’s red lips moved slightly, each word distinct: “Fine, he’s willing.”

After saying that, Fang Li didn't bother to look at her again and went upstairs.

Unfortunately, Meng Yuan had no intention of ending the topic there. Staring at Fang Li's back, she said in a deep voice, "Miss Xu, all you're relying on right now is Mr. Han's novelty towards you. Have you ever thought about why he chose to marry you but didn't tell the public?! Miss Xu, no one knows you're Mr. Han's wife, so how much real value do you have as Mr. Han's wife outside this villa?"

Fang Li stopped in her tracks, her beautiful face darkening completely. She turned her head, her gaze sharp and cold as she looked up at Meng Yuan below.

Meng Yuan's heart trembled as Fang Li suddenly stared at her, and her breath caught in her throat.

Clearly, she hadn't expected that Fang Li, who seemed so gentle and weak with no real threat, would possess such a sharp and intimidating aura.

"Xu! Miss Xu...!"

"Miss Meng, what gives you the right to speak to me like this?" Fang Li's voice was icy cold, devoid of any warmth. She looked at Meng Yuan with eyes as indifferent as if she were looking at an overconfident ant.

"I...I just...I just felt indignant on behalf of President Han." Meng Yuan lowered her eyes, clenched her hands, and her voice trembled slightly.

Fang Li turned around, stood by the stairs, and looked down at her while holding the handrail: "Miss Meng, have you forgotten that you are just a caregiver that Han Xi hired for 50,000 yuan? What right do you have to stand up for him?"

Fang Li emphasized the amount of 50,000 yuan when she said it.

It's like putting a price tag on Meng Yuan; she's so proud and confident that in Fang Li's eyes, she's only worth 50,000.

Meng Yuan's pupils trembled, and her face turned extremely pale.

Fang Li curled her lips: "Let me give you a piece of advice: you'd better know your place. I won't embarrass you too much because of Dean Chen. Otherwise, I'll show you what makes me worthy of being Mrs. Han!"

"Believe me, you can't afford the consequences with your current capital."

Meng Yuan: "......"