C6 I Was a Cheap Woman with a Dog

"Is this where you two meet up? Let me guess, the bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, dining room..." Moo Yuhan's tone was mocking, and Ann Beiqi just snorted without denying it.

Suddenly, Yuhan's voice turned cold and harsh: "A perfect match, aren't you? Like a dog with its bone!"

"Yuhan, don't push it! Our marriage was always a transaction, a mutual agreement. Do you think you're above it all just because we haven't slept together?"

Yuhan wanted to slap him, but Ann Beiqi moved first, grabbing her by the throat in anger, nearly choking her.

She struggled desperately, her robe loosening to reveal bruises on her skin.

"What... what is this?!"

Ann Beiqi's voice was suddenly filled with rage as he looked at the marks on her body, realizing he had never even touched her, and a surge of anger rose within him.

Yuhan didn't explain, only retorted, "What is this... haven't you and Jiaojiao done it enough times to know?"

"Fine, fine! Yuhan, I didn't expect you to be such a shameless woman!"

Ann Beiqi's expression was stormy. He had often wanted to sleep with Yuhan, but her refusals had always stopped him. In truth, with Yuhan being so beautiful, how could he not have wanted to? He just hid it well! It was laughable that Yuhan thought he genuinely liked her, so he didn't touch her!

But she had been with another man!

His anger boiled over, and he shoved Yuhan to the ground.

Hearing him call her shameless almost made Yuhan laugh. But the smile was so bitter, it looked more like a grimace.

When did it become Ann Beiqi's turn to accuse me of being shameless?

Suddenly, Jiaojiao let out a startled cry, pointing fearfully at Yuhan on the floor. Yuhan lay there, shards of broken glass embedded in her back, blood spreading across the floor—a truly terrifying sight. Yet, Yuhan felt no pain, only an overwhelming sense of exhaustion that left her unable to move. She lay on the shattered glass, staring blankly at the ceiling.

How ridiculous, she thought. Why did I come here? Why endure the humiliation from these two? Why am I even angry? Ann Beiqi isn't worth my affection... Yet, tears threatened to spill from her eyes.

Jiaojiao, however, seemed unwilling to let things go. After a brief exchange with Ann Beiqi, she pitifully pleaded, "Don't be mad at my sister. She only acted out of love for you, trying to get rid of the baby in my belly to win you back... Beiqi, please don't be angry with her, okay?"

"Jiaojiao, don't worry. I'll do as you say," Ann Beiqi reassured her, turning to Yuhan with a cold gaze. "Yuhan, let's leave it at this. I don't want a repeat of this incident."

He gently helped Jiaojiao up. "Let's go to the hospital for a check-up, alright? Be good."

Jiaojiao shot Yuhan a triumphant look, like a smug little hen. Yuhan struggled to sit up from the pool of blood, the glass beneath her stained red. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the wounds in her heart.