He wanted to smash that cocky expression. He wanted to push away every ridiculous dish and place his wife on top of the table. He wanted to tear off her clothes. Under this bright lighting, he wanted to completely ram into her and have his way with her for a long time.
He wanted to bring out her sex and dominate her. He wanted hammer into her and endlessly fuck her.
Jun Shang's lips stiffened.
A man's appetite was savage and boundless. Even if he was wearing a modern suit, sitting at this splendidly set table in a Japanese restaurant, elaborately using his chopsticks, and smiling his cynical smile, he was still a ferocious beast on the inside.
He couldn't let go of the woman that whet his appetite. He wanted her even if it meant that he had to fight for it…
How had he stooped to this level?
Like all the other foolish men, he put his own life in danger for a woman. He couldn't believe it, but Jun Shang recognized that he was becoming that kind of man. His mask as a refined, modern man was hiding his irrational and barbaric nature underneath.
He began to become more irritated. He was beginning to become that kind of man. A man who forgot about his goals for a woman. A useless man who became swept away with his emotions. Had he truly become a man who cried out because of love or jealousy?
No. There was no way. He had only rushed over to the department store because he was suspicious of Xiao's involvement in the Tokyo scandal. It wasn't because of another man. It was because he was suspicious about her connection to the actual culprit that shook the foundations of his company.
He was only angry that he found out about Xiao and Ming Yin's secret communication.
It was because of the 500 billion won. How could he be jealous?
"Am I wrong?"
Xiao tilted her head as if she was provoking him. It was perfect for their 2-year anniversary.
This time, Jun Shang raised the liquor bottle and poured some liquor into his cup. After toasting to a wife who loved another man and a husband who kept a lover on the side, he threw back the shot. He placed the cup back onto the table.
"You're right, YunXiao."
The liquor on his lips was fragrant and deadly.
"What?"
Xiao raised her eyebrow.
"We each have private lives that the other can't be concerned with."
They had to stop it here.
That winter, after he saw his wife's expression at the gala party, he received Ming Yin's file the next morning. It all started then.
He tasted it for the first time in his life.
As if he was at the bottom of an iceberg, and it had been suddenly shattered open.
That disgusting feeling in his heart whenever she rejected his advances.
This barbaric emotion he felt when YunXiao told him that she loved Ming Yin.
This woman was dangerous. She was standing behind a dangerous line. It was out of his control. Jun Shang didn't want to approach this boundary, and it instinctively made him tense up.
"Whether you're meeting Ming Yin or whether Rong Ming is my lover, it doesn't matter."
Even if there were a countless number of lovers between them, the nature of this marriage wouldn't change.
It was made for the sake of the profits that would be gained from the Tokyo project. It was a commemorative product of this contract, nothing more, nothing less.
However, love was definitely not allowed.
He didn't ever want to become a man like that.
He didn't want to become a foolish person like his mother. His mother had fallen in love with his father, breaking the ultimate rule of the upper class even though she knew how much she'd be humiliated and neglected. Therefore, Jun Shang didn't want to give himself to anyone else in the name of love.
So what did it matter if YunXiao met with Ming Yin or if he was having a fling with Rong Ming?
"Alright, I understand now. Then have a good time meeting with Ming Yin, YunXiao. Don't contact him in the bathroom like that. It doesn't suit you. If we ever get bored with our partners, why don't we try going for a threesome? Maybe we can even try swapping partners. I'll arrange it if you ever feel up to it."
Xiao glared at him, unable to breathe properly. However, Jun Shang didn't stop there. After perfectly hiding his rage and anger, Jun Shang raised his cup and spoke coldly.
"However, there will be no divorce. It won't be proper for our private lives to interfere with business. I will succeed with the Tokyo project, and we will continue to live as man and wife for as long as necessary."
A chill swept through his wife's brown eyes. How beautiful.
"Happy 2-year anniversary."
Jun Shang threw back the strong liquor and laughed bitterly.
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