Xia Xiaofu found herself pinned against him. After struggling in vain, she stopped resisting and instead fixed her beautiful, peach blossom eyes on the man before her.
"Mr. Jin, your gaze is truly indecent. I've already put it down in black and white that I want a divorce, but you refuse to see it. All you notice is what you claim to be my unfulfilled desire!"
"..."
Jin Han's handsome features remained calm, but behind the gold-rimmed glasses, his cold eyes gleamed with a dangerous edge.
"You want a divorce? Fine."
So agreeable?
Xia Xiaofu narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. "But before we divorce, we still have to settle some accounts."
"What accounts?"
"On our wedding night, you kicked me and left me with a second-degree injury."
"..."
The memory flashed before her eyes—she had lashed out, her foot landing right against his chest. His face had gone pale with pain, his expression twisted with the urge to tear her apart. And by morning, he was gone, disappearing without a trace.
She frowned. "Are you saying I really injured you that badly?"
Jin Han's gaze was steady. "If you don't believe me, I'll have my secretary send you the medical report confirming the second-degree injury."
Xia Xiaofu arched a misty brow, her teardrop-shaped beauty mark under her eye glowing all the more alluring as she smiled. "...So that's it? That's your excuse?"
She was laughing at him.
Jin Han's eyes hardened. He reached out suddenly and pressed her against the wall.
Her delicate back had only just met the cold surface when he moved in closer. In a flash, Xia Xiaofu raised one slender, bare foot and planted it firmly against his thigh, halting his advance. "Mr. Jin!"
He froze. The presidential suite was layered with plush carpet, and she had stepped down without shoes. Now, her pale, jade-like foot rested directly on his black trousers.
His eyes darkened. "What exactly are you doing?"
Her slim arms were pinned against the wall by his strength, her willow-like body leaning languidly as if she had no bones, exuding a lazy, dangerous allure.
Her small foot was exquisite, her toes plump and smooth like shells, nails painted a glossy red cardamom. That streak of red now pressed against the fabric of his trousers, sliding ever so slightly upward.
"How do I know you're not lying? Reports can be fabricated. If you're really injured, I need to verify it myself."
Jin Han's tall frame stiffened instantly. His lashes fluttered twice before lowering, his posture and expression carrying an elegance that was both untouchable and inexplicably seductive.
He reached out and gently enclosed her foot in his hand.
Her skin was cool to the touch, and his palm wrapped around it carefully, almost reverently.
What was he doing?
Xia Xiaofu stared at him, baffled. The man was clearly deranged. With a sharp motion, she kicked his thigh.
He didn't even flinch. Instead, his lashes lifted, revealing eyes that burned as they locked onto her.
"Mr. Jin," she said boldly, "have you really not touched another woman in the past two years?"
His cold gaze pinned her. "No."
"You didn't sleep with Miss Lu either?"
His expression hardened. "Mrs. Jin, we're talking about us. Why bring Yaoyao into this?"
Clearly, even mentioning Lu Yaoyao was forbidden—she was his untouchable treasure.
Xia Xiaofu blinked innocently. "I just think your courting skills are pathetic. After all these years as her loyal backup, you haven't even managed to share her bed."
Jin Han's lips pressed into a thin line, and he leaned in closer again.
But once more, her foot blocked him firmly, pushing him back.
"Young Master Jin," she said coldly, "you bend over backward for Miss Lu's every whim, yet you dare to bully me like this? Let me warn you—I'm not someone to be trifled with!"