SMACK!
The girl's little hand was easily blocked by the man and the impact of it on her wrist had her wincing in pain…
Clearly, her getting hurt was not what Zhan Muqian expected. At the sight of this little thing grimacing in pain, the frigid look in his eyes wore off a little and he could not help but smile a little at that.
Warm palms enveloped the girl's slender wrist as he lightly massaged it for a bit. His voice sounded hoarse and seductive. "I hurt you, didn't I?"
Looking up, Jiang Mianmian shot him a furious glare before violently shaking off his hands to turn around and rush up the stairs.
With a slam of her bedroom door shut, she proceeded to lock it.
That old b*stard!
As she leaned against the door, all that was reverberating in her ears was the taunting voice of Zhan Muqian.
He clearly knows that I don't like to lose face and absolutely hate people mentioning matters of Zhan Qiyou to me!
He's clearly doing it on purpose to rile me up and upset me.
Hidden in her belly was a ball of fury. She just could not figure out who exactly the man hated was — his nephew or her…
…
Because of their earlier altercation, Jiang Mianmian locked herself in the bedroom and slept all the way until evening.
She woke up to find several missed calls from Gong Xiaoqi and so, when the several troublemakers arranged a meetup, Gong Qiao came over in his car to pick her up.
It was not until two o'clock in the morning that she returned home from her fun-filled evening.
Since she had pretty much lost her appetite for food after getting infuriated by Zhan Muqian in the day, she felt a little uneasy in the stomach and hence, did not touch a single drop of alcohol that entire night.
However, she did smoke…
The lass did not have a smoking addiction at all. It was just that, whenever she lit a cigarette, she would be reminded of how controlling, restraining and pressuring the man had been ever since she was married to him—
Didn't he order me to quit smoking? I'll do the exact opposite, then! I'll continue smoking to my heart's content!
She was fearlessly prepared to have a falling out with him.
He already has a fiancée and a son of dubious origins, anyway.
So, why should I still accommodate, tolerate and submit myself meekly to him?!
However, despite the wonderful plan in her mind, her heart could not help but skip a beat the moment she pushed open the door and stepped past the doorway.
The quick-witted lass quickly scanned through her surroundings. Ok, clear. There's no one in the living room. Plus, it's this late at night already. That sly fox must've turned in long ago.
And so, she crept up the stairs, entered her bedroom and turned on the lights.
Tossing her bag and phone aside, she then proceeded to unzip her dress while stripping off her lingerie…
Why is this bra so tight that I had a hard time breathing all night?! Is it the wrong size or have I gotten fat…?
Lost in her thoughts, the barefooted lass stripped her way to the bathroom when suddenly, a man's low and magnetic voice boomed across the cold air—
"You still know how to come home, huh."
She was taking off her bra halfway and her mind was in a drift, so she received quite a bad shock and instinctively let out a scream—
When she speedily turned her head to the man at the French windows—
Her cheeks were profusely red and her body was burning from the neck down…
"A-Are you pretending to be a ghost to frighten people in the dead of the night?!"
The aloof and proud General Zhan was in a set of dark gray pajamas, and on the coffee table was a crystal wine glass and a half-empty bottle of Volka.
In her fluster, she hurriedly fastened up her bra and put on her dress as she bit down on her lower lip and glared at him.
I'm clearly a fierce and aggressive lioness…
But, why am I feeling weak in the legs and stomach? I'm afraid he…
…
The image of the pokerfaced general, with his arms crossed and long legs ramrod straight, leaning against the French windows… was simply a feast for the eyes. He looked as though he were a famous model who had just walked out of a fashion magazine.
Inwardly, Jiang Mianmian cursed… He's so freaking handsome but he seems so fake! A beast in human form!
The man's clear and unfriendly voice rang out. "Smoking, drinking and hanging out in pubs, huh, with a group of indecent friends until the wee hours. Say, Jiang Mianmian, how should I punish you?"