Men are afraid to hear terms like "inadequate," "too small," or "lacking stamina." Some even turn hostile on the spot.
But him! He actually admitted in public that he...
Jian Xi's chest heaved with anger, but Si Yuhuan found it amusing. He loved seeing her so furious she could barely contain it, yet utterly powerless against him. The frustration that had been building for days seemed to vanish in that instant.
Soon, the judge announced that due to insufficient evidence, the divorce would not be granted.
Coming out of the courtroom, Jian Xi ran into Si Yuhuan. He advanced on her step by step, backing her against the wall. Looming over her, he was every bit the emperor he always portrayed.
"Si Yuhuan, have you no shame!" Jian Xi wished she could stomp on his infuriatingly handsome face.
"What's there to be afraid of? You haven't even tried me to know if I'm capable or not!" He smirked, clearly enjoying her rage. "Don't you know? Only the weak fear admitting their weakness. The strong... they don't care..." Si Yuhuan's voice rose provocatively at the end, deliberately taunting her.
Jian Xi raised her hand to slap him.
The man, prepared, caught her wrist. "The person who dares to hit me hasn't been born yet."
The next second, Jian Xi kneed him hard.
HISS!
So painful! Cold sweat instantly broke out on the man's forehead.
"Haven't you had enough of this move!" This was the second time he had been injured by her.
Jian Xi seized the opportunity to slip away, tossing her hair with a smug expression. "As long as it works."
Just then, Yan Qing approached.
Jian Xi smiled at him. "Your boss seems a bit frail. You should take him to the hospital for a thorough check-up. We wouldn't want him developing any chronic issues that prevent him from... attending to his delicate white moonlight. That would be quite embarrassing, wouldn't it?"
Since divorce was off the table, she'd make sure neither of them had an easy time. Jian Xi turned back to Si Yuhuan and gave him a smile infuriating enough to wake the dead.
Si Yuhuan's eyes narrowed into sharp, cold slits. Very good. The last person who dared to challenge me like this now has grass growing three meters tall over their grave.
Yan Qing couldn't help but shiver. I'm so unlucky! Why did I have to show up right now? He instinctively shrank his neck as he stepped forward. "Boss, you..." His unspoken question was clear: he was asking if Si Yuhuan wanted to go to the hospital.
"Go home!" Si Yuhuan ordered, quickly regaining his usual calm and ruthless demeanor of a superior.
This woman, she really needs to be taught a lesson, he thought.
Yan Qing hadn't seen his boss so enraged, like a furious lion, in a long time. He couldn't help but secretly admire Jian Xi.
"Miss Jiang just called," Yan Qing reported. "She said she'll be returning to the country soon. Your..."
"Send a driver to pick her up."
Yan Qing was stunned. So, the boss isn't going himself? He was even more shocked because, previously, Si Yuhuan had valued Jiang Qimeng's every itinerary more than billion-dollar contracts, always taking care of things personally. This time, he was uncharacteristically sending a driver...
Something big is about to change, Yan Qing sensed.
Jian Xi had never imagined a man could be more shameless and detestable than a woman when he put his mind to it. She had just finished hotpot with Wan Yu and returned home, only to find him lounging in her small apartment.
The moment she stepped inside, her first instinct was to turn and flee.
"Stop right there!" Si Yuhuan's cold voice commanded, his dark, chilly eyes fixed on her.
Jian Xi raised an eyebrow. Wait a minute! This is my apartment; why should I be the one to run?
She straightened her spine and walked towards him. "Mr. Si, you certainly have a unique way of relaxing. Abandoning Canglan Villa to grace my humble, shabby apartment? Aren't you concerned it might be beneath your distinguished self?"
Si Yuhuan ignored the mockery in her words, calmly taking a sip of the black coffee in his hand. Even in this setting—with its soft, almost saccharine decor so unsuited to his status and temperament—he still managed to be the dazzling, dominant presence.
This innate charisma deeply irked Jian Xi. Then or now, she couldn't deny she was still drawn to his infuriatingly handsome face.
But that's all it is—just attraction, she reminded herself.
"You're the one who said that the betrothal gifts and dowry are marital property," Si Yuhuan stated. "Legally speaking, half of this place is mine, so it's my home too, right? I'm staying here tonight!"
Jian Xi was stunned. This kind of behavior... I never thought the cold and ruthless Si Yuhuan was capable of this. Utterly shameless! He's actually using my own words against me!
Don't get angry, Jian Xi told herself, forcing a bright, captivating smile. "Fine. Just don't regret it."
As soon as she finished speaking, a series of knocks echoed from the door: KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
Jian Xi went to open it. His gaze followed her.
A delivery man holding several boxes of crayfish made a theatrical entrance. "Miss, your special late-night snack has arrived!"
The two men's eyes met.
An alarming chill flared in Si Yuhuan's cold eyes. A green hat, delivered right to my doorstep! Are they treating me like I'm dead?!
Jian Xi happily accepted the crayfish. "Thank you."
The delivery man bowed deeply, pocketed his tip, and quickly departed. Those words earlier, I was just saying them for the client who placed the order, he thought as he left. I figured it was some kind of romantic gesture, pretty heartwarming. But that situation back there... something felt really off...
Jian Xi deliberately sauntered over to Si Yuhuan, flaunting the garlic crayfish—a dish she knew he detested. She took a deep, theatrical sniff, her face a picture of blissful indulgence. "Want some?"
He can't stand strongly flavored food, she recalled. In my past life, I wouldn't have dared touch garlic or anything spicy at home. All my eating habits were tailored to his preferences, yet he wouldn't share a single meal with me for months, sometimes even half a year at a time. It's been so long that I almost forgot how much I love spicy, intensely flavored food. This time, I'm going to eat to my heart's content!
Crayfish after hotpot for a late-night snack—she wasn't worried about gaining weight anyway. Thanks to her metabolism, it was hard for her to put on pounds no matter what she ate.
Disgust was practically written all over Si Yuhuan's face. Unbelievable, he thought. Is this the same woman who used to meticulously cater to my every preference? Now she's the very picture of defiance, utterly rebellious!
"Hmph!"
The man snatched up his clothes from nearby and strode out.
BANG!
The door slammed shut again.
Jian Xi smiled bitterly. As she smiled, a few unbidden tears escaped, and she quickly wiped them away. I deliberately angered him to make him leave, yet I still feel heartbroken. I can't be this pathetic, she chided herself.
She sniffled, losing all interest in the crayfish. Pushing it aside, she pulled out her phone, already calculating when she could next bring up the divorce.
Suddenly, a text message notification popped up.