The wealthy military officer spoils his wife excessively

Xiao Yuan pursed her lips, remaining as still as a cicada in winter.

This man is really... cold-blooded.

But she believed that only a man like this, who, once she fell in love, would love her for a lifetime, could bring her true happiness.

As Lu Zheng's footsteps faded into the distance, Su Wen's heart emptied.

She was still crouching under the table, as if she had no intention of coming out at all. Like a snail, when trouble comes, she hides in her shell, pretending that I can't see or hear anything.

Then, a hand reached down and slowly lifted the tablecloth, looking down at her from above.

Suwen also raised her head and looked back.

Upon first meeting his cold, dark eyes, Suwen felt as if she had been drenched in snow, and couldn't help but shiver. The dim light shone from behind him, making it seem as if there was a cluster of ice in his pupils, slowly cracking, and she could even hear the "crunching" sound of the ice breaking.

Oh, so it was because she clenched her teeth too tightly.

She knew there couldn't be someone with such a similar voice. It turned out... she'd overlooked something: Mour operated so arrogantly in this area, and nobody dared to interfere. They ran a nightlife business, and after all these years, no one had bothered them. Who was backing them up?

Looking at him from this angle, it's hard to tell his age... He must be in his thirties, maybe thirty-four or thirty-five this year? His features are still as striking as ever, with thick, long eyebrows, a deep, straight nose, and thin, sharp lips. He's like an unsharpened blade, lurking in the shadows, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any moment.

Their eyes met, and neither of them spoke or blinked; time seemed to stand still. Those around them dared not utter a single word.

"Su, Su..."

After a long pause, he murmured her name with a playful tone, a smirk playing on his lips, but it was less of a smile and more of a chilling murderous intent.

Remember that saying? Hao Haiyun is like an eternal iceberg; no one has ever seen him smile. But if one day he does smile…

Suwen's heart skipped a beat, and her body stiffened even more.

She was most afraid of him calling her by that name. If he called her by her full name, "Nie Suwen," there was usually still room for maneuver. But if he called her "Susu" in such an ambiguous and suggestive way, the consequences were usually... serious!

She clenched her hands and turned her head away: "I am not your Susu."

For a long time, this name represented a sense of humiliation. Being used as a substitute for someone else is something no one would feel good about.

"Come out!" Hao Haiyun's expression hardened, his smile vanished completely. Seeing Su Wen avoiding him, he grabbed her hair with one hand. "You should know my temper. Do you want to come out on your own, or should I 'invite' you out?"

His grip was incredibly strong; with just a slight exertion, Suwen felt as if his entire scalp was about to be ripped off. She quickly pushed away his iron-like arm, saying, "Let go, I'll get out myself."

Hao Haiyun glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, figuring she couldn't pull any tricks, and slowly let go of her hand.

Suwen's face turned pale, and she bit her lip tightly, but she had no choice but to obediently crawl out from under the table.

However, she came out from the other side of the table. She didn't want to collide with this iceberg as soon as she came out. Separated by a table, she kept calculating in her mind what the chances were of escaping from this private room.

Hao Haiyun remained silent, leaning lazily against the sofa, one long leg stretched out and propped on the coffee table, while his other hand pulled a cigarette from the pack, watching her with interest. The beautiful woman beside him, quite perceptively, leaned over, lit a lighter, and lit it for him.

Time passed quietly, like the cigarette burning between his fingers. The private room, which should have been filled with passion, was filled with wisps of smoke, becoming increasingly oppressive and desolate.

"Was that your man just now?" Hao Haiyun finally spoke, her expression softening slightly as she casually flicked her cigarette ash. "You silly goose, what do you like about him?"

“He’s fine.” Suwen couldn’t help but speak up in defense of Lu Zheng.

"Oh, what's so good about it?" He seemed intrigued and chatted with her casually. He sat, she stood; he looked relaxed, while she was as tense as a fish on a chopping board.

Suwen fell silent, looking sullen.

She must be crazy to be chatting with him like this.

Even if she didn't say anything, Hao Haiyun had plenty to say: "Is it his skill or his looks? I forgot, you women like guys with slicked-back hair like him. If he can tame a little vixen like you, he must be pretty good in bed."

Suwen endured it all, her fingers digging into her palms with each step. She gritted her teeth and smiled brightly, "Brother Yun, today isn't a day for reminiscing. If you have nothing else to do, I'll take my leave."

Before she could even take a step, he slammed his foot on the coffee table, sending a whole bunch of sparkling glass items—fruit plates, bottles, glasses—shattering on the floor with a crash: "Don't fucking push your luck!"

Suwen's brow twitched, but she wasn't really frightened. She just obediently remained silent.

Her trick of playing dumb only works when she's being affectionate with Lu Zheng. When she encounters a tough guy, no one will buy it.

Each private room outside had a personal butler. Upon hearing the commotion, the butler hurriedly came in with a walkie-talkie. Looking at the doorway, he immediately understood what was going on. The butler, accustomed to grand occasions, completely ignored the mess on the floor, smiling at the person sitting in the center: "Brother Yun, what happened? Why are you so angry?"

Then, glancing at Suwen, the only one standing in the room, who was probably the source of the problem, he frowned and said, "This lady doesn't seem to be one of our ladies?"

If it's a guest, then it's a bit more difficult. The people coming and going in and out of the club are all big shots. Any one of them could be a big shot who runs rampant in Beijing. But Hao Haiyun is even more difficult to deal with. Who doesn't know that this whole place is under Brother Yun's protection? The fact that he's willing to come is a favor to you. If you make him unhappy, he won't be able to explain it to the boss later.

Hao Haiyun didn't say anything, but his two deep eyes were fixed on Su Wen, his gaze like a scathing bite, as if he wanted to gouge two holes in her.

If it weren't for the circumstances, Su Wen would have really wanted to curse: Did I rape your wife or kill your whole family? Do you need to put on this show to mess with me?

Seeing this, the men he brought all stood up. One of them pulled out a stack of checkbooks from his pocket, quickly scribbled a few lines, tore off a check, and stuffed it into the butler's suit pocket: "Pay ten times the amount you broke, and the rest is your tip. Take the money and go do what you need to do, don't get in the way."

With a few words, he chased the person away, and the door to the private room closed again, extinguishing Suwen's last glimmer of hope.

In front of him, Hao Haiyun sank into the sofa, his deep voice tinged with impatience: "Girl, it seems your memory hasn't grown? Do you still remember what I said when I let you go? I said, never show your face in front of me again, otherwise—"

He paused, staring at her as if in a good mood, like watching a fish thrown into boiling oil, struggling to open its gills, turning over with all its might, but ultimately unable to escape the fate of being fried and cooked.

Suwen smiled and said, "I was ignorant before, Brother Yun. You are very magnanimous. Consider these few drinks as my apology to you."

Several bottles of liquor, pure and undiluted, were already open on the coffee table. Suwen quickly and efficiently placed three large beer mugs on the table and filled them all with beer.

The lights in the private room were like scattered stars, a patch of purple, then red, blue, yellow... a hazy, indistinct glow. Su Wen stared at the swaying liquid in her glass, her heart pounding. If she didn't do something, she wouldn't be leaving this room tonight.

"Brother Yun, Suwen apologizes to you." She picked up the cup, bowed deeply to him, then tilted her head back and gulped it down. The burning sensation went from her mouth to her stomach. Several times she couldn't hold it in and forced herself to drink it down. After finishing the cup, her vision was blurry. She wiped her mouth, smiled sweetly, and went to get a second cup.

Hao Haiyun watched silently as the lighter's cap was opened, closed, opened again, and closed again, the clicking sound almost frighteningly monotonous.

By the third cup, Suwen felt her entire soul had left her body, and her feet had left the ground, floating in mid-air.

Drinking foreign liquor from a beer mug is an insult to human dignity.

"Cough cough..." She choked on her drink, her hand slipped, and the glass fell heavily onto the carpet, rolling a few times before the liquid slowly seeped into the carpet. She fell forward, sweeping away all the glasses and utensils on the table with a crash.

"Cough..." Her back was still heaving violently. Su Wenzhen felt like she was about to die. Her throat felt like it had been burned by sulfuric acid. She tried to squeeze, pinch, and pull it hard, but she couldn't relieve this unbearable feeling.

The shadow in front of him slowly bent down. Her submission finally gave him a sense of conquest. This woman was covered in barbs, and he had long wanted to pull them all out one by one. No one dared to disobey him, no one dared to make him suffer, but she was the first, and the only one, to have offended him and still be alive today.

He saw her on TV by chance and almost didn't recognize her. Was that radiant, dazzling girl really her? Back when she was by his side, why was she always pale and sickly, looking like she was about to die?

You've debuted, and now you're a minor celebrity. Are you doing well?

The better she did, the stronger his hatred became, and the more he wanted to destroy it all with his own hands.

Two years ago, she was able to force him to let go, and he couldn't do anything to her. But she never expected that she would walk right into his trap.

He reached out and lifted her hair. Suwen's hair was long and soft. As he ran his fingers through it, it felt like stroking her hair in warm water, making it irresistible.

He couldn't help but tuck a strand of hair behind his ear and bring it to his nose to sniff, a nostalgic expression on his face: "It's gotten so long... why don't you cut it?"