C12 It Was too Ugly and He Couldnt Eat It!

The icy tone of his voice yanked Yeh Xirann back to her senses, significantly sobering her up. She clutched the towel around herself, waiting until a bit of warmth returned to her body before she managed to stand, leaning against the wall for support.

"I've been lucid the whole time!" Yeh Xirann laughed as if she'd heard the funniest joke, her eyes twinkling with mirth. "Wasn't this your doing? If you hadn't interfered, Director Zhang and I might already be in a room together..."

"Yeh Xirann, did you forget there's a husband listed on your marriage certificate?" Mu Yanchen's eyes narrowed, his presence chilling like the spray from a cold shower.

Blinking her large eyes in feigned innocence, Yeh Xirann gazed at Mu Yanchen with a puzzled expression. "Forget? No, it's the husband on my marriage certificate who sent me to another man's bed!"

A vein throbbed on Mu Yanchen's forehead, his body radiating heat from sheer rage, yet he found himself without a comeback.

Yeh Xirann hadn't expected him to engage in much conversation and kept on rambling, "I was wondering what I could possibly do with myself, being so broken... Then it hit me that trading my body for money isn't such a bad idea! I gave you everything—body and soul—and ended up with nothing. How foolish!"

Listening to her words, Mu Yanchen's anger flared uncontrollably.

"Degrading yourself?" he challenged.

"I was always worthless!" Yeh Xirann retorted with conviction. "So worthless that not even the heavens would take me!"

Seething with fury, Mu Yanchen hoisted Yeh Xirann over his shoulder and strode out of the bathroom.

Out of all the people in the world, she was the only one bold enough to insult him!

When she was unceremoniously dropped onto the bed, Yeh Xirann's first impulse was to lash out.

But then she thought better of it, realizing she stood no chance against Mu Yanchen in a physical confrontation—she'd only be hurting herself.

Resigned to her situation...

Mu Yanchen gripped Yeh Xirann's wrist tightly, his gaze fierce as if he could devour her whole.

Yeh Xirann didn't flinch; instead, she wrapped her legs around him and coaxed a seductive smile onto her face.

"I get it now! Young Master Mu, you want to have your fill before offering it to someone else, right? If only you'd told me sooner... Though someone has died inside me, it probably won't spoil the taste much. Be gentle, Young Master Mu, not like before..."

Mu Yanchen's gaze sharpened like twin daggers as he leaned in and fiercely captured Yeh Xirann's lips with his own.

Her words were inconsequential...

I understand...

Those four words unexpectedly dragged his thoughts back to that rainy day.

Yeh Xirann didn't shrink back, enduring the ferocity of Mu Yanchen's kiss.

The pain was intense. She was either accustomed to it or numb; Yeh Xirann couldn't quite decide.

The alcohol hadn't fully left her system yet. Her eyelashes quivered as she resignedly closed her eyes.

She had never been kissed by him in all those years. Could this be considered a stroke of luck?

Despite not resisting in the slightest, Mu Yanchen's rage only grew, to the point where he uncontrollably ripped Yeh Xirann's dress from her body.

Her emaciated frame was laid bare, with nothing but a delicate layer of skin stretched over her bones.

The shock of the sight was so intense that even Mu Yanchen, usually so in control of his emotions, was momentarily paralyzed.

Instead of the expected tempest, Yeh Xirann opened her eyes to reveal a knowing smile.

"Too hideous to stomach, am I?"

Yeh Xirann's slender finger traced her collarbone, a gesture so sensual yet tinged with sorrow.

Mu Yanchen abruptly snapped out of it, rising coldly. He smoothed the wrinkles from his shirt and once again donned his mask of severity.

"Beauty has nothing to do with it. As long as I'm facing you, I can't bring myself to do it. Don't try to provoke me; it didn't work before and it's even less effective now."