The study was cold, with a cold color scheme and a large layout.
The heavy furniture, like Mu Yichuan himself, made him seem heavy.
The meticulous arrangement of everything only suggested his obsessive-compulsive disorder had reached a pathological level.
Xin Yu, bundled up tightly, stood in the doorway, looking around. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, her gaze settling on a slightly faded pig's head ornament in the corner of the bottom shelf. It added a touch of warmth to the study.
"No matter how much I wrap myself up, do you think I can't take it off?"
"Pervert…" Xin Yu cursed inwardly.
Then, expressionless, she looked at Mu Yichuan sitting on the sofa. He was now dressed in a charcoal gray casual loungewear, a stark contrast to the black shirt he had worn earlier, giving off a completely different vibe.
Elegant and refined, refreshing and invigorating…
Subconsciously tapping her head, she was surprised she'd used such a positive word as "pervert"…
Mu Yichuan's indifferent lips curved into a barely perceptible smile as he looked into Xin Yu's bright, dark eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing.
He'd already taken her, and now, just looking at her, he was getting restless again. This little woman had broken his years of abstinence, and it was now out of control…
He stretched out his long legs and stood up.
Xin Yu watched him approach warily, her mind racing. "Your study is nice, it suits you well. What's this pig's head? It suits you well too—"
Mu Yichuan stretched out his long arm and pulled Xin Yu to the desk, leaning closer.
Xin Yu placed her hands between them, her hair standing on end, her brain blank, her heart pounding. What did this man want?! "Mr. Jiu! It's lunchtime!"
"You just finished eating, and now you're hungry again? Hmm?" His hoarse, deep voice instantly heated up the study.
They say a man's voice with a rising intonation at the end is sexy, but Xin Yu sensed danger in it.
Mu Yichuan watched the woman beside him bristle like a hedgehog, his mood becoming increasingly pleasant. He straightened up and said disdainfully, "Dream on!"
What? This jerk! Narcissistic, arrogant!
Thump, he tossed her a few pages of paper, then casually sat down in his chair, legs crossed, looking down on everything.
Xin Yu held the pig's head in her hand, standing still, but just glancing at the words "marriage agreement" made her scalp tingle.
"There's a lot of money in this pig's head, isn't there?" It felt heavy.
"Trying to renege on your debt?" Mu Yichuan sneered, flipping the agreement to the last page. There, clearly signed by Xin Yu, was her name, along with her fingerprint…
"Impossible!" Xin Yu put down the pig's head and examined it carefully. After a long while, she slumped dejectedly into a chair.
She…she actually signed such a humiliating agreement…she really sold herself out…
Mu Yichuan walked to Xin Yu's side, picked up the agreement, and pointed to the words on it. "Wife, remember now?"
Following her husband's lead…
Xin Yu stared blankly at Mu Yichuan's perfect profile and those piercing black eyes. Now she was in deep trouble!
But how could she just accept her fate?
Under Mu Yichuan's gaze, Xin Yu read the agreement again. So his name was Mu Yichuan? From the most famous Mu family in Kyoto, right? "I'd like to kindly remind Mr. Mu Yichuan that this agreement makes no mention of pre- or post-marital property. If you regret it now, I agree to void this agreement."
"What's mine is yours," he declared with an air of imperial authority.
Xin Yu's lips twitched. Did he really have to be so disdainful of money?
"Watch out, or I'll squander it."
"We'll see if you have the ability."
Xin Yu was inwardly resentful, but outwardly feigned ease, standing up and waving the pig's head in her hand. "Alright, then I'll start my squandering from this pig's head. Thanks, Mr. Mu Yichuan!"
"Don't you know how much I gave you this morning?" Mu Yichuan's long, cold fingers slowly slid down Xin Yu's forehead, the touch inexplicably burning her.
"What? You can't even part with a pig's head?"
"Yes!"
"Then void the agreement!"