C3 Silent Humiliation

After taking one last glance at Xue Hee, Han Qichen turned around and left the room. He was determined to be a guest who spent money to amuse himself.

A ray of dim light shone through, and she fell into a deep slumber within three seconds after he left.

After sleeping for an unknown period of time, Xue Hee gradually woke up. Her entire body was sore, as if all the muscles and bones in her body had been pulled out.

She tried to get up, but Han Qichen was no longer in the bedroom.

A trace of sadness flashed past his eyes. He should have already left.

Xue Hee knew very well that he had been like this for the past three years. He left after venting the anger in his heart, not even bothering to say a word.

Feeling a little thirsty, Xue Hee wanted to go downstairs and pour herself a glass of water.

However, just as he was about to open the door, he heard a feminine laughter coming from the corridor. The sound of her voice pierced Xue Hee's ears, as if she was trying hard to win over a man.

Xue Hee stared blankly at him for a moment before she threw away her soul in the blink of an eye. As if he had expected something to happen outside, he slowly pressed on the handle of the door and his body involuntarily followed the sound.

"Hehe, Director Han, why did you think of me today?" Normally you wouldn't even care about me. "

The voice came closer and closer, the final scene was the woman leaning on Han Qichen like a water snake.

"Ya!" The flirtatious woman lifted her head and saw Xue Hee standing behind her. She was so frightened that she hastily patted her chest. She frowned and looked at Xue Hee with disdain from top to bottom of her eyes.

It was not the first time Xue Hee had seen such an awkward situation with another woman she had never seen before.

After all, Xue Hee had long gotten used to the countless women with their hands and feet when Han Qichen led them home.

To the outside world, Han Qichen was R City's richest man, the president of Jiyu Group, and a young married man. But no one knew who his wife was, and no one had ever seen him with his wife in any public place. Even so, he didn't let those women take the initiative to flirt with him.

Xue Hee looked at the woman in front of her as the corner of her mouth curled into a self-deprecating sneer. But why … When he saw this with his own eyes, his heart would still ache so much.

Seeing her husband bringing other women home was like watching a slap on the face, but she did not have the courage to say anything.

Even Xue Hee found it laughable that her wife's identity was able to achieve such a feat. Was his existence such a difficult thing to talk about to him? Or maybe … This sort of silent humiliation was what Han Qichen was happy to see.

"Don't wander around in front of me if you have nothing to do." Han Qichen's cold voice suddenly rang out. His gaze was as cold as zero point, and his tone also contained seventy percent disgust, "How depressing."

Xue Hee's heart felt as if it was being shot by thousands of arrows.

Disappoint? That's right, he did catch her flirting with him! He had almost tortured himself to death on the bed just now, yet he turned around to look for another woman? I didn't expect him to be such a brave warrior.

"Aiyo, Director Han, let's ignore her, okay?" The woman saw the situation and immediately revealed a flattering smile. She hugged Han Qichen's waist and said, "A single moment on the Spring Festival Gala is worth a thousand gold coins."

"Yes." Han Qichen said softly. His cold and distant eyes swept over Xue Hee as he turned around and left.