The wealthy military officer spoils his wife excessively

He still remembered that early morning when he came home drunk, and he couldn't help but touch and kiss her hair. The next day, she took a pair of scissors and went on a crazy haircut, turning her perfectly good long hair into a messy, tangled mess. He was so angry that he snatched the scissors from her and almost stabbed her.

"He likes it." Su Wen, barely clinging to life, lay sprawled on the glass coffee table, her voice hoarse, yet her answer was firm.

Is this the man who just went out?

The man's rough fingers paused slightly, then suddenly tightened. Suwen groaned and recoiled in pain.

He grabbed her by the collar and lifted her up. The collar of her hoodie was wide, and with his strength, he quickly loosened and deformed it.

She instinctively gritted her teeth and struggled, regardless of whether she would survive; it was an instinct.

He grabbed her chin and forced her to lift her head. She was sweating profusely, and the alcohol made her dizzy; she could only see several double images of him.

"Hao Haiyun..." she glared at him with all her might.

He was furious, but then he laughed, stroking her sweat-drenched cheek with his large hand: "Oh, why aren't you pretending anymore? Can't keep up the act? Nie Suwen, your acting has always been terrible. We sent you to film school thinking it would improve you, but you're still the same old jerk. Tell me, how did you even get those TV shows made? Do you think any director would dare use you? Did you sleep around with people to get where you are?"

She shook her heavy head, trying to maintain the last shred of clarity. No matter what, she had to keep going...

He gripped her chin with one hand, his breath hot against her face: "Weren't you so talkative? Why are you silent now? Say something more!"

He stared at her, as if drunk, his eyes bloodshot, as if they could devour someone.

This man is truly insane!

Her jawbone felt like it was about to shatter between his fingers; he was squeezing her so hard it hurt, and tears streamed down her face. The strong aftereffects of the liquor made her head spin, and she felt like she was floating on clouds, adrift and on the verge of crashing to her death.

She started sobbing, completely out of character, crying like a child, then gasped for breath, and then started hiccuping.

Everyone else was dumbfounded. What was going on?

Her crying annoyed Hao Haiyun, and the nameless fire in his chest burned even brighter. He grabbed her waist and slammed her hard onto the coffee table: "You've improved, you can cry now, huh?"

Her body swept across the coffee table, knocking over wine glasses and fruit plates with a loud thud. Hao Haiyun followed closely behind, pressing her face against the cold glass.

"Get out of here, everyone!"

At his command, everyone else immediately fell silent and began clearing the room in twos and threes. Soon, only Nie Suwen and Hao Haiyun remained in the private room.

Su Wen bit her lip tightly, calculating how likely it was that if she pounced on him now, since there was no one else in the private room, she would die together with him.

However, she quickly dismissed the idea, because Hao Haiyun reached out and grabbed the back of her head, then leaned down and kissed her lips.

The moment his burning lips touched the cool softness, the anxiety in his heart was instantly extinguished as if by a clear spring, and he felt so comfortable that he almost sighed.

He was like a mad beast; no matter where she fled, his lips always managed to capture her with lightning speed. Suwen couldn't escape, so she could only clench her teeth tightly to prevent his tongue from entering. Hao Haiyun, unable to penetrate her, his head filled with the stench of blood, frantically bit and gnawed at her lips like a madman.

Suwen's lips were bitten until they bled, and she was in so much pain that her whole body stiffened. Hao Haiyun tasted blood in his mouth before he reluctantly let go of her.

"Open your mouth! Do you want me to slap you?"

Suwen's eyes reddened, and she glared at him angrily.

Hao Haiyun was furious. Without saying a word, she grabbed her jawbone and forced her to open her mouth.

"what……"

It really hurt; she could hear a "crackling" sound, like her bones were splitting open. Tears were forced out, and as soon as she opened her mouth, his tongue rushed in, ruthlessly swirling and plundering, like a snake, coldly burrowing inside, leaving her no room to escape.

Su Wen felt goosebumps rise all over her body from his kisses, and her scalp tingled. Hao Haiyun, however, clearly had a taste for it and became more and more passionate with each kiss, his voice trembling as he demanded more.

Through his drunken haze, all I could see was his thick, dark eyebrows slightly furrowed and his sharp eyes narrowed. This man had been in the underworld for over a decade, and he was usually incredibly cautious. This was the only time I could catch him off guard.

Taking advantage of him hooking his tongue into the back of her tongue, Suwen didn't think twice and clenched her teeth. She heard the man groan, quickly pull out of her mouth, and then angrily spit out a mouthful of blood.

"You bitch, are you looking for death?"

He reached out and slapped her across the face with tremendous force, causing her to stumble and fall off the coffee table, lying motionless on the floor.

After a long while, Hao Haiyun walked over, nudged her waist with his toe, frowned, and gritted his teeth: "Get up, don't play dead!"

She finally let out a groan, covered her face, and after a long while slowly sat up. In the dim light, her lip was split open, and a shocking bloodstain ran across her pale face.

Hao Haiyun was a little stunned. In his rage, he couldn't stop his strength, but this woman needed to be taught a lesson so she would know her place.

Seeing her like this, he couldn't bring himself to curse anymore. He kicked away the wine bottle at his feet with some irritation, took out a cigarette from the side, and put it in his mouth.

He was smoking a cigarette when he realized he didn't have his lighter on him. He looked around the private room but couldn't find it, so he angrily threw the cigarette away.

Su Wen slowly wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. Hao Haiyun, a little impatient, slapped her hand away and forced her to look up by grabbing her chin: "Let me see..."

The angry words were silenced by astonishment.

Hao Haiyun was truly stunned by Suwen's tears. He just held her chin, motionless, staring blankly at her.

A tear fell onto the back of his hand, followed by another, scalding hot, so hot that he instinctively pulled his hand back.

So she can cry too—

Wasn't this girl supposed to be full of resentment, impossible to appease? Where did her stubbornness go? Where did she threaten him with a razor blade to his neck? Where did she have the guts to shoot him in the shoulder blade?

"Don't pretend with me. You think you're so tough? One slap and you're crying?" He was agitated and uneasy, unsure whether it was because of her tears or something else.

Suwen smiled and raised her hand to wipe away her tears.

"I didn't want to either, Hao Haiyun, you've pushed me too far!" She laughed, but large tears streamed down her face. The scene was extremely bizarre. Through the glistening tears, her expression was one of utter collapse. "Look carefully! I am Nie Suwen, not your 'Susu'! Why should I leave? Don't you know why you kept me around back then? You forced me to call someone else's name, Hao, Hai, Yun. I am a person, not your plaything!"

This was the first time she had ever spoken so much to him. She cried and angrily accused him. He had never known this before; he had never known that she hated so much, that this was what she hated.

Hao Haiyun's face was very pale, and his hand was frozen in mid-air, not knowing what to do with it.

Su Wen collapsed to the ground, covering her face and sobbing uncontrollably: "Two years ago, I finally escaped that kind of life and never had to be anyone's substitute again. If I had known you were here, I would have stayed far away! Hao Haiyun, what exactly do you want? I shot you, so either you shoot me back and give me a quick death, or what do you mean by tormenting me like this?"

silent.

A long, long silence.

Hao Haiyun remained silent.

She didn't know how much time had passed before Suwen could no longer cry. Then she saw him squat down and slowly extend a hand.

She instinctively raised her hands to protect her head and face, only to realize that he wasn't going to hit her.

Hao Haiyun pushed her arm away, slowly but firmly, his fingertips hesitantly touching her tear-streaked face. The side of her face where he had hit her was already swollen high, burning hot, and now, with the cold tears, it felt tight and uncomfortable.

"Suwen..." He gently stroked her, the touch seemingly tinged with tenderness. He knew she was sensitive about that name, so he stopped calling her "Susu" and instead called her "Suwen." He didn't know what pointless this was; he just wanted her to know that he was calling her name.

She met his gaze, tears still glistening in the corners of her eyes, but her entire face was now beaming with smiles. Her smile was beautiful, like a spring breeze in full bloom; the red, swollen finger marks on her cheeks hadn't faded, but her charm and sweetness were still faintly visible. Although that name still lingered in his heart, in the torrent of his memories, only the image of Nie Suwen remained.

He felt bewitched, and involuntarily, he kissed her again. His lips and teeth caressed her tenderly, as if kissing a precious treasure. Her softness, her fragrance, her sweetness… he greedily wanted to relive it all!

Suddenly, something hard pressed against her waist, and his lips stopped only half a centimeter from the peak of her lips.

They were so close, their breaths mingled. Su Wen felt nauseous, but she forced a smile so he wouldn't notice the trembling in her hand holding the gun.

My smile was stiff, and the pain from my cracked lips stretched out.

Hao Haiyun's bewitched eyes instantly cleared, the ice gradually freezing as he scrutinized her without moving.

Suwen moved the tip of her spear, pressing it against his pressing body: "Touch me again, and I'll shoot!"

Hao Haiyun remained fearless, casually stroking her lips with his thumb, his tone laced with sarcasm: "Of all the times you've pretended, this is the most convincing one."

Suwen smiled and gently moved away from him: "Brother Yun spent money to send me to learn acting, how dare I not study hard?"

Those tears that once confused and shook him were fake; her seemingly grief-stricken and painful accusations were also fake. He hadn't even noticed, and she'd taken his gun—this was utterly unbelievable for Hao Haiyun, who had single-handedly taken down thirty men from Deyun Tower years ago! Could it really be as Xiao Qi said: "The land of gentle pleasures is the grave of heroes"?