C13 Youre Just Wasting Your Time!

Suddenly being questioned about such things made Yann Qiai's cheeks flush, but she quickly masked it with a look of disdain, a nonchalant smile playing on her lips.

"Hah, what's the big deal about the first time? It's just a hymen. I could get it fixed for a few grand."

"It's just to fool you clueless guys. Honestly, I can't even remember when my first time was."

Hearing her words, Yan Zhimo's face darkened instantly. His sharp gaze sent a chill down Yann Qiai's spine, as an uncontrollable anger began to rise within him. He grabbed her neck with a force that seemed intent on ending her life.

"Shameless woman! Do you really think I'm an idiot? Why do you always have to degrade yourself like this?"

Last night, she was clearly inexperienced, her innocence was genuine, not an act. Now she was saying these things to provoke him. What was this woman trying to do?

"Cough, cough—yes! That's the kind of woman I am, cough—you can believe it or not."

Yann Qiai struggled to breathe as he choked her, desperately slapping his face. Realizing he had gone too far, Yan Zhimo abruptly released his grip.

"Cough, cough—"

Watching her struggle to breathe, coughing uncontrollably, a pang of guilt hit Yan Zhimo. But the thought of her constantly belittling herself reignited his frustration.

Her defiant eyes met his, and despite her fear, she refused to back down, letting out a cold snort.

"Why don't you just kill me? Isn't that what you want?"

She remembered how five years ago, he had left her to fend for herself, clearly not wanting her in this world. Now he seemed to want to strangle her. What a ruthless man!

Looking at the woman in his arms, full of defiance and threats, Yan Zhimo's anger slowly dissipated. A playful smirk appeared on his face as his gaze shifted from her face to her barely concealed body, as if admiring his prey.

"I could never bear to hurt you; you haven't satisfied me enough yet~"

"You said it yourself, you're just a wild woman."

The suggestive words exploded in Yann Qiai's ears. She couldn't handle Yan Zhimo's unsettling gaze, and feeling his hands wandering over her body gave her the sense she was about to be toyed with.

This man was trouble, and she couldn't let this continue!

"Let me go! I don't want the divorce papers anymore; I just want to leave!"

Yan Zhimo looked at her with amused interest, noting her panicked expression. "What? You don't want a divorce now? Or are you afraid you can't control yourself and things will get out of hand again?"

"You jerk!"

"I'll figure out the divorce myself, and not everyone is interested in your advances!"

"Oh? Then who was it that surrendered to me last night, my dear wife~"

Before Yann Qiai could impulsively express how that grating title made her sick, Yan Zhimo silenced her with a kiss, stirring waves of emotion within her. The room was filled with a heated atmosphere, exuding an air of seductive allure.

By noon, Yann Qiai lay exhausted on the bed, her lips slightly parted as she tried to catch her breath. Her beautiful eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, her mind seemingly empty. The sound of the shower in the bathroom gradually brought her back to reality.

Finally, when the bathroom door clicked open, Yann Qiai struggled to sit up, wrapping herself in the few scattered clothes on the floor. As Yan Zhimo emerged with only a towel around his waist, she quickly dashed into the bathroom and locked the door behind her.

Yan Zhimo smirked playfully, gazing at the bathroom door. "You can't escape, woman. Want a divorce? Not a chance!"

Under the shower, Yann Qiai's tall, graceful figure was captivating even without makeup. However, as she looked at herself in the mirror, seeing the marks Yan Zhimo had left on her, anger surged within her. She couldn't help but curse, "You filthy beast, you're worse than an animal! A complete scoundrel, a disgrace to society!"

"Yann, I'm not deaf."

A teasing voice came from outside the bathroom, as if you could picture the smug look on his face.

"Get lost, I said it for you to hear."

"But without your cooperation, I can't exactly play the villain, can I?"

"Shut up!"

Yann furiously grabbed her hair, her anger towards Yan Zhimo skyrocketing. Yet, there was nothing she could do at the moment, no way to vent her frustration. In her rage, she yanked the showerhead and sprayed water wildly around the bathroom.

Yan Zhimo, suppressing his inner satisfaction, changed into a suit and headed downstairs. He instructed the housekeeper to bring Yann a change of clothes and made it clear that she wasn't to leave the villa until he returned.

As he stepped outside and approached his car, his hand paused mid-air before reaching the door handle. His brow furrowed instinctively.

This woman, she's so cunning, she might try to escape.

With that thought, he pulled out his phone and made a call.

"I need to hire a few more security guards."