Shen Wanci's gaze was filled with shock, disbelief, even a touch of sympathy, but it lacked the kind Thin Jingzhou desired.

He glared at her, gritting his teeth: “Do you really want me to fail?”

"Cough," Shen Wanci shifted her gaze from the area below his waist back to his face. "It's not that bad, I don't really mind."

But if that were the case, it would make her "three years of passionless marriage" seem less tragic. At least it wouldn't be solely her fault that this man had no interest in her.

Bo Jingzhou's face didn't improve at all because of her words, instead it grew darker. "If you could just hold back that almost overflowing schadenfreude in your eyes, I might believe you."

Is this the default?

Shěn Wǎncí couldn't hold back for a moment, letting out two soft chuckles: "So you really can't?"

Bo Jingzhou didn't answer her, but instead directly pulled her into his arms from behind, his lower abdomen pressing against her waist. "What about now?"

Her face was as black as the bottom of a pot used for burning charcoal.

This man is deliberately doing this, holding her so tightly that it hurts her waist.

Thin Jingzhou pressed against her, trapping her firmly between the sink and his body. His breath, laced with the coolness of mint, brushed against her face: "If it's because of last night that you've developed such a wrong perception, why don't we have a real go at it now? That way, you won't keep guessing."

Although Shen Wanci had been a wife for three years, she lacked experience in this area. She didn't know that there were degrees of success and failure, so when Bo Jingzhou came over, she put aside her thought that "he wasn't good."

With this fierce and rigid posture, it's more than just good, it's excellent.

She had no doubt that if it happened again, she would have to spend two days in the hospital just like the first time.

Shen Wanci forcefully pulled her thoughts back from the spot behind her waist, her face cold as she dismissed him: "Get out, I need to take a shower."

Bo Jingzhou glanced at her sprained ankle. Although it wasn't as swollen as last night, it was still blue and purple, looking even more pitiful than yesterday. "Your ankle injury shouldn't be hot compresses yet, it could cause blood vessel bleeding. Don't take a bath first, just wipe it with a towel and rest for two days."

"Okay." Shen Wanci replied readily.

Bo Jingzhou gave her a suspicious look, but in the end, he only patted her head and let go. Even if he wanted to wipe it off for her, he wouldn't be comfortable staying here staring at her.

He pursed his lips, if they were still husband and wife now...

If only I had known she was so stubborn, I shouldn't have gotten into an argument and agreed to the divorce. Now, even a simple hug is a chore: "Don't take a shower, let me find you clothes. If I hear the sound of running water, I'll assume you want me to dry you off."

As soon as Bo Jingzhou turned to leave, Shen Wanci hurriedly locked the door. She didn't doubt his words at all. That scoundrel was capable of doing such shameless things.

She was in a hurry to get to work, so she just quickly splashed some water on herself. Because her ankle was sprained and the water was a bit cold, as soon as the droplets hit her skin, she shivered from the cold.

Outside, Bo Jingzhou pulled open the closet door. After just a glance, his brows furrowed deeply.

There wasn't a single familiar classic, no luxury items, not even little cocktail dresses. All you could see were run-of-the-mill T-shirts and jeans. Each accessory had only four or five styles, nothing like the displays at Yu Ting Courtyard. The necklace and earrings alone took up an entire wall.

Now, she has completely shed her extravagant socialite identity, leaving him with no leverage over her.

It truly lived up to the saying: one can endure both fine clothes and rich food, and fear not even utter poverty.

The sound of dripping water came from the bathroom. Bo Jingzhou was expressionless, not caring whether it was appropriate or not, he casually grabbed a set and put it on his arm. When he reached for underwear, his hand paused for a moment before finally choosing the only slightly more revealing set.

That thin piece of cloth felt like burning charcoal in his hand, causing a blush to creep up his cheeks.

He strode to the bathroom door, just as Shen Wanci pulled it open. Bo Jingzhou shoved his clothes into her arms and didn't pursue the matter of her bath. He turned and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Shen Wanci was just thinking about when this person became so considerate, when she saw the translucent lace underwear wrapped with her innerwear. Her face instantly turned red.

This guy, he's such a hidden gem.

He chose this set even though there were so many cotton ones.

Shen Wanci's feet hurt, and she was too lazy to walk around anymore. As soon as she changed her clothes, Bo Jingzhou knocked on the door at the exact moment, not a second earlier or later: "Did you install surveillance cameras on me?"

"No," Bo Jingzhou walked over, without a word he bent down and picked the person up, walking straight into the living room.

The tea table was laden with a dazzling array of breakfast items. Even the plates were exquisitely matched, clearly not from any of the downstairs restaurants.

Shen Wanci was already hungry and didn't put on airs.

After dinner, Bo Jingzhou reached out to hug her again, but she stopped him. "What do you want?"

"Shall I drive you to work, or do you think you can drive yourself like this?"

"Shen Wanci was silent for a moment: "Yue Zhi will come to pick me up, so I won't trouble you."

She had already told Qin Yuezhi about this last night.

Just as she was speaking, Qin Yuezhi knocked on the door outside, "Wanci, it's me, open the door."

Shen Wanci was just about to get up and open the door when Bo Jingzhou had already strode over and opened it.

"Wanci, how did you sprain your ankle? It's..." Her voice trailed off because she saw who had opened the door—Bo Jingzhou.

This man's eyes when he looks at me are too terrifying, like he's looking at an enemy.

Qin Yuezhi couldn't help but recall, she didn't seem to have offended him recently.

She poked her head into the room, "Where's Wanci?"

She did want to go in, but pushing the wheelchair, Bao Jingzhou was there like a door god again, making it impossible to enter.

The man looked down at her from above, his voice aloof and elegant: "One million."

"What?"

"Turn around and go downstairs right now," Bo Jingzhou lowered his eyes, glanced at the wheelchair she was pushing, "Leave this behind, and I'll give you another 500,000."

Qin Yuezi let out a 'tsk' sound: "Five point one million? It's not even worthy of your domineering CEO status. If you gave me a hundred million, I would definitely leave immediately and wouldn't stay any longer."

Bo Jingzhou's gaze swept over her, up and down, before spitting out three words that could make anyone fume with rage: "You're worthless."

Qin Yuezhi was so angry she could spit fire, pushing her wheelchair straight into the crowd: "Get out of the way, damn dog!"

Shen Wanci carried her bag out of the room and saw Qin Yuezhi standing in the living room with an angry face: "What's wrong?"

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