Her ex-husband was too cold; after being reborn, she hid her pregnant belly and left her father behi

Those around them were already in a panic due to Zhan Yanxun's fury.

In the past, Jiang Qianhui would get very nervous and anxious whenever Zhan Yanxun got angry.

But why should she be afraid of him getting angry? The angrier he gets, the more relieved she should feel!

Jiang Qianhui looked directly at Zhan Yanxun, her eyes shimmering with tears, and her voice was melodious and gentle.

Her stubbornness and pride held a fatal allure in Zhan Yanxun's eyes.

He had never been one to fall in love easily, but at this moment he suddenly felt an impulse surge within him, a desire to understand the woman before him, a desire to kiss the alluring charm in her eyes.

He only wanted the woman in front of him; his body was out of his control.

Zhan Yanxun grabbed Jiang Qianhui by the neck, a wicked smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

He leaned down and gently bit Jiang Qianhui's earlobe, saying, "It seems I didn't provide a good experience for you, which is why you think I'm old. It's my fault, I'll improve!"

After Zhan Yanxun finished speaking, he ripped off Jiang Qianhui's long dress, revealing her fair and slender legs.

Jiang Qianhui was somewhat flustered, and Zhan Yanxun pressed her down onto the table. The large black desk accentuated her fair and petite figure.

Zhan Yanxun couldn't control himself and kissed her neck forcefully.

Jiang Qianhui struggled desperately, but she couldn't escape the burning kiss.

The warmth she once sought can no longer warm her cold heart.

In her previous life, she felt ashamed, constantly craving Zhan Yanxun. Before meeting him, she had never imagined herself to be someone with such deep desires. When she wanted to have a child with Zhan Yanxun, she even fantasized about whether it would be more exciting and easier to conceive in the office.

If she could actually have sex with him in the office, she would be so happy, she'd probably be smiling like a lovesick fool for a whole year.

Now, this man she once adored is giving her the thrill she craves, but she now feels disgusted by him.

"Don't touch me, or I'll kill you."

Jiang Qianhui's voice was very soft, but she spoke through gritted teeth. It sounded eerie, like a mournful female voice echoing from the woods at midnight.

Zhan Yanxun ignored her, his hands rubbing against her long, fair legs, his kisses burning.

Just as he was about to take things further, Jiang Qianhui suddenly grabbed an ornament from the table and smacked Zhan Yanxun hard.

Zhan Yanxun's head was throbbing with pain. He clutched his wound and stepped back, looking at Jiang Qianhui.

Jiang Qianhui sat on the desk, her long skirt ripped off. She curled up her long, slender, fair legs, looking like a mermaid.

"I told you not to touch me."

Jiang Qianhui's voice showed no remorse whatsoever, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Zhan Yanxun covered his wound with his palm, but felt the wound protruding. He said angrily, "Are you crazy?"

"I'm not crazy, I just feel disgusted. You kissed me with the lips you've kissed other women." Jiang Qianhui's red lips curled slightly, her eyes instantly turning cold. "Sorry, I have mysophobia."

Zhan Yanxun was almost furious. He had never kissed any other woman in his life except Jiang Qianhui, and she actually thought he was dirty.

Zhan Yanxun's expression turned ugly.

"President Zhan, your head is bleeding. That's terrifying. Let me call an ambulance for you."

Jiang Qianhui pretended to be flustered, like a frightened little rabbit, as if she wasn't the one who hit him just now.

Zhan Yanxun turned and left angrily, while Jiang Qianhui called after him.

"Hey, you took off my skirt and didn't even pick it up for me. That's so rude."

Zhan Yanxun stopped and turned to look at Jiang Qianhui. Jiang Qianhui smiled awkwardly and said, "It's okay, I'll pick it up myself."

Jiang Qianhui smiled gently and sweetly; who could have imagined that she had just fiercely smashed a decorative item on his head?

Qiao Weiwei heard a lot of noise coming from inside, and she almost gritted her teeth. It was so intense!

This is in broad daylight, right in the company office. Jiang Qianhui is practically a vixen. Does she feel uncomfortable if she doesn't drain all the men's life force?

Qiao Weiwei was furious. Just then, the door opened, and she saw Zhan Yanxun walking out, clutching his head. There was blood on Zhan Yanxun's hands. She said in a panic, "President Zhan, what happened to you? You're bleeding. We need to go to the hospital right away."

"Go away."

Zhan Yanxun impatiently pushed Qiao Weiwei away, but in the next second he suddenly lost consciousness.

Qiao Weiwei quickly helped Zhan Yanxun up, and when Jiang Qianhui came out, she saw the two of them hugging.

What bad luck!

……

in the hospital.

Jiang Qianhui didn't want to come to the hospital, since Zhan Yanxun had someone taking care of him, but Xie Qingyi called her several times.

Unable to bear the harassment any longer, Jiang Qianhui had no choice but to come to the hospital. When Jiang Qianhui appeared at the hospital, Xie Qingyi angrily pointed at her and said, "Jiang Qianhui, what are you doing? How dare you smash my son's head? Are you trying to kill him?"

Jiang Qianhui glanced at Zhan Yanxun lying on the hospital bed and really wanted to roll her eyes at him, but seeing that his head was wrapped in bandages, she just said disdainfully, "Such a grown man and he still complains. It's really speechless."

Lying in the hospital bed, Zhan Yanxun, his head bandaged, looked even more grim. This woman is lawless now, isn't she?

Qiao Weiwei quickly explained, "President Jiang, how could you say that? That's too harsh. Besides, you've misunderstood President Zhan. It wasn't President Zhan who told Madam. Madam just happened to call me. She's been calling me every day these past few days to check on my health. I happened to be with President Zhan at the hospital, so I told Madam."

Qiao Weiwei said these words to let Jiang Qianhui know that she and Xie Qingyi had a close relationship and were in frequent contact.

Jiang Qianhui is a smart person, she must have noticed it, but she couldn't sense her jealousy at all.

She was very calm, as calm as if her mother-in-law didn't have double standards, as calm as if she hadn't smashed Zhan Yanxun's head.

Qiao Weiwei couldn't stand her calmness, so she said sarcastically, "President Jiang, you went too far. President Zhan just fainted. If he hadn't been brought to the hospital in time, the consequences would have been terrible. President Zhan is injured, and everyone is helping him. But you, you just close the door and nothing happens to you. I know I have no right to do this, but you've really gone too far."

"Don't try to act all innocent in front of her," Jiang Qianhui said sharply. "If you know you're not qualified, then shut your mouth."

Qiao Weiwei was so embarrassed by the retort that she looked at Xie Qingyi with a resentful gaze.

"You injured someone and you're still so arrogant? Is this how your parents raised you?"

Xie Qingyi pressed on aggressively, but Jiang Qianhui said with a cold look in her eyes, "My parents taught me from a young age that if anyone bullies me, I must fight back."