Jiang Ciyou's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise.
"I really didn't know. Miss Bo didn't mention it; she only said that this room has been unoccupied for years."
Bo Jinxi raised his eyebrows slightly. "She wasn't wrong. I've been living in the Luyin Villa for the past three years."
Mentioning the Luyin Villa created an awkward atmosphere.
Bo Jinxi noticed a faint, barely perceptible blush appear on Jiang Ciyou's cheeks.
His mood suddenly improved.
"Change your clothes first. We'll talk afterward."
Jiang Ciyou realized she was still undressed.
But changing clothes under such a direct gaze was a true test of her mental state.
"President Bo, you've surely heard of 'avert your eyes from what's improper,' haven't you?"
Bo Jinxi chuckled.
He strode over and sat directly on the sofa where Jiang Ciyou had placed her clothes.
His gaze became even more brazen. "I'm not that well-educated, so I've never heard of it."
This shameless man in front of her was much more like the person she had kept by her side for the past three years.
But Jiang Ciyou wasn't one to get embarrassed easily.
After all, they had slept together countless times.
What should and shouldn't be seen had already been seen many times over.
Jiang Ciyou calmly put down the qipao in her hands and reached for the clothes that Bo Xinyi had prepared on the sofa.
Underneath the qipao, she was wearing a cream-colored lingerie set.
Now, it was fully on display in front of the man.
His pupils instantly darkened.
Jiang Ciyou had a stunning figure. Her waist was slim like a lethal curve, yet she was full where it mattered.
The view before him was like a bold, vivid oil painting.
The memory of her soft, silky touch flooded the man's mind.
In the end, his long arm reached out and grabbed Jiang Ciyou by the wrist.
Just as her fingers touched the clothes, she fell into his arms along with the clothes.
A scorching, wild kiss followed.
Jiang Ciyou gave him a slight push but couldn't move him.
So, she stopped resisting.
She had experienced how intoxicating his kisses could be.
Since she could enjoy it for free once more, why not?
As they were lost in the heat of the moment, passionately kissing, Jiang Ciyou's phone suddenly rang.
She tried to push the man away. "There's a call."
"Who cares?"
Already deeply engrossed, the man was unwilling to let her go so easily.
His large hand slid down her perfect waistline, ready to make his next move.
But Jiang Ciyou smiled and said, "It's my husband calling. I have to take it."
With just those words, the man immediately lost interest and got up from on top of her.
Jiang Ciyou grabbed her phone.
"Where did you go?" Yan Feng's voice was much more sober but still lacked warmth.
"My clothes got stained with red wine. I'll change quickly and come back."
"You always make things so complicated."
With that, Yan Feng hung up.
Jiang Ciyou ended the call and began getting dressed.
She put on a yellow camisole paired with dark jeans, giving her a casual yet sexy look.
With her face, she could pull off any style.
"Jiang Ciyou, we need to talk."
After getting dressed, Jiang Ciyou glanced at Bo Jinxi.
"Talk about what?"
"Leave Yan Feng. Come be with me."
Jiang Ciyou laughed.
Bo Jinxi frowned. "What's so funny?"
"You want me to give up being Mrs. Yan to be your hidden lover?"
"Is being Mrs. Yan so hard to let go of?"
"Of course. The Yan family may not compare to the Bo family, but they're still wealthy. Being the lady of the Yan household is far more glamorous than being your secret mistress."
"I never intended for you to be my hidden lover."
"Are you planning to marry me, then?"
Bo Jinxi frowned at the woman in front of him, who was laughing seductively.
He said nothing.
Jiang Ciyou casually tossed her wavy hair back and smiled.
"President Bo, we were just having fun. Why take it seriously?"
"For these three years, you had your fun, and so did I. You didn't hold a grudge over my neglect and indifference, and I won't hold a grudge over your deception and pretense. Can't we just part on good terms?"
Jiang Ciyou couldn't understand the mindset of this man.
He was a golden boy, yet he willingly allowed her to treat him like a gigolo.
Looking back, she had indeed neglected him quite a bit over these three years. Sometimes she didn't answer his calls, sometimes she stood him up, and sometimes she even vented her frustrations on him when she was in a bad mood.
She had treated him like a pet, always there to provide emotional support and relief.
She would summon him at will and dismiss him just as easily.
If she had known his true identity, she admitted she would never have dared to act that way.
Yet despite it all, for three years, he never revealed his identity.
Why?
Could it be that the prince of the capital's elite circle had a masochistic streak?
The man's eyes darkened, and his pale skin made him look like an angry vampire.
It seemed like at any moment, he could pounce, bite her neck, and drain her blood.
"Jiang Ciyou, do you love your husband?"
"Of course. Otherwise, I wouldn't have married him."
"He has a mistress."
"I know."
"He doesn't love you."
"I know."
"Then why do you still love him?"
"We grew up together, childhood sweethearts. That kind of bond is something no one else can understand. Maybe we're going through a rough patch now, but I believe one day he'll come back to me."
Jiang Ciyou had long stopped loving Yan Feng.
She had already decided to separate from him.
But when she left Yan Feng, it would be by her own choice, not because of someone else's pressure.
By saying this, she hoped to cut things off cleanly and let the prince finally give up.
"So, because he cheated, you kept me as your lover? I'm just a tool for you to get back at your husband?"
Jiang Ciyou paused.
Then, she answered honestly, "Yes."
After a brief moment, she added, "But I didn't know your true identity. If I had, I wouldn't have dared to mess with you."
Bo Jinxi laughed.
His smile was filled with sarcasm.
"To think that after three years, I, Bo Jinxi, was just someone else's tool for revenge. Jiang Ciyou, you really are something."
Seeing his expression, Jiang Ciyou suddenly had a bad feeling.
Sure enough, the next moment, the man stood up.
His tall figure loomed over her like a mountain.
Bo Jinxi grabbed her chin.
"Jiang Ciyou, no one can use me like a tool and then discard me. If anyone's getting discarded, it'll be me discarding you."
With that, Bo Jinxi strode out of the room.
Jiang Ciyou froze for a moment before also leaving the room.
Yan Feng had sobered up quite a bit after vomiting.
Seeing that Jiang Ciyou had changed her clothes, he didn't bother to ask what had happened.
After the banquet ended, Jiang Ciyou and Yan Feng said their goodbyes to the hosts and left the Lushan Villa.
Jiang Ciyou opened the car window, feeling inexplicably irritated.
It seemed like she had provoked a powerful figure.
As the car entered the city, it stopped at a subway entrance.
Yan Feng, eyes closed, didn't even glance at Jiang Ciyou. "I have something to do tonight and won't be going back to the family house. You can take a cab home."