C4 Youre Really Mature!

"What do you mean?" Yan Zhimo was immediately surrounded by a wave of anger. If he was just a bit upset before, now he was downright furious.

"Little brother, don't you get it yet?" Yann Qiai deliberately cast a disdainful glance downward. "I mean, you're still the same as ever, haven't 'grown up' at all..."

"Yann Qiai!"

Yan Zhimo jerked his hand away from Yann Qiai's chin, as if afraid of dirtying himself. "I was right about you all along! Whether it was five years ago or now, you're still a jerk!"

"I never even touched you back then!"

Yan Zhimo glared at Yann Qiai with such intensity it seemed like he might strike her at any moment. But Yann Qiai, unfazed, casually ran her fingers through her hair.

She smiled seductively, her lips curling up. "I know, and thank goodness for that."

Seeing Yan Zhimo's furious expression, her smile deepened. "I've met so many men over these five years. If I'd been 'claimed' by you back then, who knows how disgusted and unlucky I'd feel now!"

"I'd probably have nightmares every night!"

"Fine, fine, fine..." Yan Zhimo laughed bitterly, repeating the word three times before striding forward and grabbing Yann Qiai by the collar.

"Yan Zhimo! What are you doing? Let go of me!" Yann Qiai slapped him across the face, but he didn't budge. He swept everything off the table, pinning her down on it.

The glass cup shattered on the floor, but Yan Zhimo seemed oblivious. With a swift motion, he tore open Yann Qiai's shirt.

"Yan Zhimo! You shameless thug! Beast! Get off me!" Yann Qiai screamed, kicking and hitting, trying desperately to push him away.

Yan Zhimo showed no concern for the risk of Yann Qiai's long nails scratching his face. With a cold, mocking tone, he said, "Miss Yann, you've got quite the figure. I wonder how many men you've been with."

"How many men I've been with is none of your business!" Yann Qiai finally seized the opportunity and slapped Yan Zhimo across the face again.

Yet, Yan Zhimo didn't even flinch. He grabbed Yann Qiai's hand with such force it felt like he might crush her bones.

Yann Qiai was in so much pain she almost screamed, but she bit her lip, refusing to make a sound.

"How many men you've been with doesn't matter to me. I learned about your tricks five years ago," Yan Zhimo said, his voice icy. "I just want to make you pay for cheating."

With that, Yan Zhimo leaned in, pinning the nearly half-naked Yann Qiai beneath him.

Yann Qiai crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at Yan Zhimo with gritted teeth. "Oh really, what price do you want me to pay? Facing a woman you despise, and yet you still... react?" she dared, nudging him with her knee.

She almost recoiled from the heat there.

Yan Zhimo's eyes darkened.

Despair washed over Yann Qiai. Despite her bravado about countless men over the past five years, the truth was the number was zero.

Thankfully, the next moment, her phone rang loudly.

"Don't touch me anymore. That's my boyfriend calling," Yann Qiai said, suddenly emboldened, kicking Yan Zhimo away. "He's coming to pick me up any minute now!"

"If you don't mind, I'd love to see the headlines about Chairman Yan trying to harass someone else's woman in public and getting beaten up for it!"

Yann Qiai used her most threatening tone. Yan Zhimo stopped everything he was doing.

"Honey, where are you?" Yann Qiai answered the phone, her voice suddenly turning sugary sweet.

"I'm at the entrance of your venue. Come out," the man on the other end had a voice full of charm.

"Okay, got it," Yann Qiai replied, adding a couple of playful kisses to show affection.

The man on the phone seemed a bit surprised by Yann Qiai's behavior, but Yan Zhimo was unaware of this. His expression grew darker, glaring at Yann Qiai with fury—or rather, with a raging inferno!

If anger could truly become fire, the entire venue would have been reduced to ashes by Yan Zhimo's wrath!

"Yann Qiai... calling you shameless is an insult to the word itself..." Yan Zhimo said through gritted teeth, enunciating each word.

"Right back at you," Yann Qiai retorted, casually tossing her phone into her bag.

"Do you even know whose woman you are? Do you realize you're already married?" Yan Zhimo grabbed Yann Qiai's collar again, shouting at her in anger, demanding answers!

"Just because we're not divorced yet, doesn't mean I can't get engaged first, does it?"