"It's over."

Under the dim yellow light, Xiao Yi clenched her fists, her pen trembling on the bedside table. Zi Wei's hands were shaking, his face flushed red, and his eyes stared intently at the man on the bed who was still clutching his head, urging him, "Hurry up!"

The man's eyes flickered, he stammered, "Ms. Xiao, I am... this is my first time."

Stop talking nonsense and hurry up!

Xiao Yiyi took a deep breath, for the first time, who the heck wasn't?

I'm about to go crazy. It's been two years since I got married and I haven't seen my husband yet. I'm kept locked up in a villa like a golden bird, with rules and regulations custom-made for me that are driving me insane.

When the sword is wielded off-center, a decision is made to cast a decisive vote, creating evidence for oneself. In this divine husband's situation, divorce becomes inevitable.

"Don't worry, I won't take your money. Hurry up and finish this quickly."

He began his service, chattering away. His fingers, now white with effort, had no use for strength. Though he was terrified, he had to feign eagerness, letting out a wild howl before scrambling into the bed.

The child sat heavily on Xiao Ge's back, lost in thought, replaying fragments of a film they had seen before. Just as he was about to do something, the room door creaked open and was pushed open from the outside.

"Ouch!"

Xiao Yiyi was pushed to the inside of the bed, her eyes blurred for a moment, and when she opened them again, the person underneath had already been thrown against the wall by someone.

"Roll!"

A deep and chilling growl scared the young man so badly that he trembled and dared not speak a word, scurrying away dejectedly.

The flickering lamplight danced across the faces of those entering, and Xiao Yiyi instantly recognized him. She lay on her side, propping her head up with one hand, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips that didn't quite suit her. "Bo Si," she said, "I spent money on this."

"My wife, please calm down. Fourth Master will be angry if he finds out," Bo Si calmly took the camera off its stand in the center of the room, glanced at it, and said helplessly, "The car is waiting for you outside the hotel. I've sent a driver to take you home."

What a bore!

That man should really get angry, it would be best if he got so mad that he divorced her in a fit of rage.

Xiao Yiyi followed him out of the hotel, but instead of getting in the car, she chose a random direction.

Bo Si ran to the car door and frantically shouted, "Madam, Mr. Li stipulated that you must be home before ten o'clock tonight, otherwise, forget about getting your credits for this semester."

He blocked the punch and, after a second's pause, kicked him hard with his shoe. "Get lost!"

He missed, and the child swayed back and forth a couple of times before walking away. He took off his other shoe as well, untied it, then held it in his hand and swung it around.

Bo Si picked up the shoe, walked across the street, and got into a black car. He handed the camera to the man in the back seat.

"Master Four, this belongs to the Madam."

Half a shadow covered down, the man's features were unclear, only a low voice could be heard: "What is it?"

"This... seems like my wife wants to shoot some indescribable things, exciting you... divorce. For the past two years, my wife hasn't made a fuss, this time, she's gone too far."

He used to be the Fourth Master's assistant, but two years ago he became Xiao Yiyi's bodyguard. Everything he did had to be reported to the Fourth Master. This is the truth.

The man let out a soft snort, his breath coming from his nostrils in a low rumble, laced with his usual coldness. "Bold," he said.

"Would you like to take a look?"

"No need, I don't have the courage."

Nan Jing Shen got out of the car and, following Xiao Yi Yi's direction, walked after her at an unhurried pace. The black car maintained a steady speed and followed behind him.

When his steps ceased, he frowned at the neon-lit bar.

Pushing open the door, a deafening roar of music hit me.

……

Xiao Yiyi ordered a shot of strong vodka and downed half the glass in one gulp. She had never drunk alcohol before, and the liquor quickly rushed into her head, causing dizziness that came on suddenly. In this environment, she felt a splitting headache even more intensely.

Leaning on his head, he staggered out, avoiding the throngs of people dancing in the disco. Every step he took felt like stepping on cotton.

She didn't look at the road, she dove headfirst into the man's arms.

Lifting her head, squinting, just as the neon light swept past, the man's angular features were breathtakingly handsome, leaving her momentarily speechless. "Wow, so handsome."

Grabbing his neck with both hands, "Name your price, I'll take you away."

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