A fierce wind began to howl outside, signaling the imminent arrival of a violent storm.
Ming Yao looked at the man whose strong grip on her throat had lifted her off her feet, her voice hoarse as she spoke, "Mr. Gu, let's talk this out..."
Mr. Gu?
In the past, upon seeing him, she would always address him by his full name, or simply with a "Hey," but now she was actually calling him Mr. Gu?
What tricks was she trying to play now?
The revulsion and chill in Gu Siting's deep eyes when he looked at Ming Yao intensified.
The strong hand he had on her throat did not loosen its grip; on the contrary, it tightened even further.
As if he truly intended to strangle her to death.
The aura of the man was dark and dangerous, like that of an enraged beast.
Ming Yao was well aware that trying to reason with him now would be futile.
Or should it be said, would any man whose wife had cuckolded him and drugged another woman for him find it bearable, let alone the feared Fourth Master Gu of Li City?
With her throat in his grasp, Ming Yao couldn't break free.
She could only take a drastic measure, grabbing his coat collar with both hands and suddenly thrusting her face forward.
She bit sharply into the corner of his lip.
Time seemed to freeze in that instant!
The man clearly had not anticipated that Ming Yao would bite him.
Her lips were soft, and there was a faint scent on her body.
His body tensed, and the strong grip on her throat loosened slightly.
It was in that moment that Ming Yao escaped from his grasp.
Lacking oxygen, her face flushed red, and she couldn't stop coughing.
When the man recovered from his shock, a dark storm swirled in the depths of his eyes, like being tainted with the filthiest thing in the world, he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and furiously wiped his well-defined thin lips.
Seeing his actions, Ming Yao's mouth twitched.
Was it that disgusting?
Although Ming Yao was constantly embroiled in scandals, and supposedly had a lover on the side, she was still chaste, wasn't she?
Of course, the man before her might not yet be aware of that.
And she had no intention of telling him.
She felt no fondness for the man who had almost choked her to death.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Ming Yao rubbed her neck where a red mark had been left and, ignoring the man's sharply cold and gloomy gaze, spoke somewhat irritably, "Since we're going our separate ways, Mr. Gu, killing me wouldn't benefit you at all, would it? Bring out the divorce agreement, I'll sign it right away!"
Gu Siting looked at Ming Yao.
Vaguely, he felt that she seemed a little different.
She still sported a shaggy hairstyle and wore exaggerated makeup, but there was an air of cold elegance, defiance, and nobility about her.
Ming Yao saw Gu Siting staring intently at her, licked the corner of her lips, and smiled lazily, "Mr. Gu, you're not having second thoughts, are you?"
Gu Siting, drugged, had deep blue flames erupting in his dark and narrowed eyes.
His expression was murkier than usual, and his breathing was disordered and heavy, but he desperately tried to control himself, his hands at his sides clenched into fists so tight that his knuckles turned white.
Ming Yao knew that the drug she and her lover Xiao Yixuan had administered to Gu Siting was one of the most potent on the black market.
For Gu Siting to endure till now was truly extraordinary!
"The divorce agreement, I'll have my assistant Lu Zhou bring it to you tomorrow!"
Wanting to spend no more seconds with this repulsive woman, Gu Siting turned to leave.
Looking at the veins on the back of his hand that seemed on the verge of bursting, Ming Yao sighed and said in a low voice, "That is... do you need my help to alleviate the effects of the drug in your body?"
Having reborn into this suicidal body, she did not expect Tyrant Gu to change his impression of her, but before they divorced, she still hoped they could avoid being at each other's throats.
The effects of the drug in his body could be relieved by puncturing a few acupuncture points with Silver Needle if he did not seek a woman.
However—
The man seemed to have misunderstood something, a dark frost spreading across his handsome face and a look of deep disgust sweeping through his narrowed eyes, "Ming Yao, to get money for the divorce, you could stoop even lower!"