Yan Shuirou scolded Yan Shuirou to the point of indifference, and Yan Xiaye slammed the door in front of her with a smile.

The door closed, blocking Yan Shuirou's paranoid and crazy gaze of hatred.

At noon, Yan Xiaye had just returned to his old house when he realized that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

The maid took the bag from her hand and said nervously: "Madam, the young master is waiting for you in the room."

Yan Xiaye was stunned for a moment because he didn't know why, then he nodded lightly and walked upstairs as he was told.

In the room, a slender man sat in front of the table with a gloomy expression, his tie casually thrown on the corner of the table, and the documents that were originally neatly placed on the table were knocked to the floor in anger.

When Yan Xiaye pushed the door open and entered, he happened to meet the eyes of Li Beicheng who was looking up. The two of them couldn't help but be startled at the same time.

Once upon a time, the Yan Xiaye of the past always liked to watch his figure silently like this, even if he never got a glance back from him.

She once thought that young masters from wealthy families were like this, focusing entirely on business and not caring about the love between their children.

Now that I think about it, no wonder he refuses to love her. Compared to a well-rounded person like Yan Shuirou, it turns out that she has always been ridiculously stupid.

A few seconds later, Yan Xiaye took the lead to look away, lowered his eyes and asked expressionlessly: "What do you want from me?"

"You are my wife, why can't I come to you when I have nothing to do?"

Li Beicheng frowned, pushed away the table and stood up suddenly, walked up to Yan Xiaye with long legs, carefully looked at the damaged clothes on her body, and there was anger rising in his eyebrows: "Yan Xiaye, you

Which wild man did you hook up with last night and you were so happy that you even forgot to go home?"

"Li Beicheng, I don't think you have the right to ask me this question." Thinking of the hickey on Yan Shuirou's neck, Yan Xiaye's heart felt tight, and the emotion in his eyes faded away, leaving only endless indifference when he raised his eyes again:

"And that Mr. Yan was originally arranged by you. To what extent he and I have achieved it, it's the same thing if you ask him."

Li Beicheng didn't hear a word of what Yan Xiaye said.

What he cared about most was... even though he asked in a humiliating tone, she didn't even refute!

Realizing that he didn't like hearing other men's names from Yan Xiaye's mouth, Li Beicheng's angry expression showed a crack.

Relying on the advantage of being a man, he forcibly picked up Yan Xiaye without saying a word, took a few steps and fell heavily on their wedding bed.

The mattress heaved suddenly, and Yan Xiaye grunted in pain as he was thrown. He stared stubbornly at the man with a cold smile, his eyes passing over his chiseled handsome face, and his vision was a little blurry.

From the first time she saw him when she was seventeen, she truly felt the first heartbeat in her life. Until her grandfather asked her if she wanted to be his wife, she nodded in confusion and felt like she was in a dream.

It's a pity that the dream will wake up one day. After that low-key and gorgeous engagement ceremony, his actions made her feel cold and strange again and again.

Being stared at by Yan Xiaye with such sad and yet sad eyes, Li Beicheng gritted his teeth and suddenly raised his hand to cover her eyes.

It's natural that Yan Xiaye hates him.

The only thing that surprised him was that he was far less indifferent than he imagined.

How did the relationship between him and her come to this point...

"Instead of asking you, why don't I check it myself." His eyes fell on the thin body of the woman below him. Li Beicheng's hand paused in mid-air for a moment, and he pulled open the skirt of her chest with clear purpose.

On the porcelain-white skin, there were a few ambiguous red marks that could not be covered up.

Yan Xiaye curled up the corners of her lips, her gaze still hurting through his palm: "Are you satisfied?"

Li Beicheng stopped his hand in vain and punched the bed on the side of her head hard. His eyes were bloodshot after a sleepless night: "Did Yan Er do this?"

Yan Xiaye was puzzled at first, and then laughed lowly: "Li Beicheng, if Yan Er hadn't personally admitted that you were behind everything he did, I would have almost thought you loved me so deeply.

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Even if she thought about it on her knees, she could guess why Li Beicheng was doing this.

It was simply because she was afraid that she would impulsively go to her grandma to clarify the facts and break off the engagement, which would affect his inheritance of the Li family.

But until now, does he really think that just being shocked and angry would be enough to make her ignore her past grudges, and even think that he has already fallen in love with her?

Reaching out to hold the torn fabric on his chest, Yan Xiaye remained calm as if nothing had happened: "Please, please, I still have things to do."

Her ignorance was like adding fuel to the fire!

Li Beicheng's black eyes locked on her were even more cold. He raised his hand grandly and caressed her delicate cheek, feeling her trembling under him with a half-smile.

"Go away!" Yan Xiaye didn't expect that her slap in the face would have the opposite effect, and he was angry and anxious for a moment: "Didn't you say before that you won't touch anyone who is not a virgin?"

"For other women, it's just that."

Li Beicheng sneered: "But you are my wife. Since you have been stained by outsiders, it is normal for me to clean it up."

What kind of fallacy is this?

Yan Xiaye was speechless and choked. Knowing that calling for help would only be regarded as a couple's interest, she could only push him harder, hoping to make him lose interest.

In her desperation, she completely forgot that she was wearing a skirt. After kicking and struggling, the hem of the skirt could not cover her long, white and slender legs.

Coupled with the fact that her hair was messy and her eyes were moist at the moment, Li Beicheng's evil fire burned even more intensely.

It was really strange. He and Yan Xiaye had slept together for many times in the past, but he had never found her to be so lively and attractive?

"Don't touch me, I find you disgusting!"

After finally freeing one leg, Yan Xiaye kicked it without even thinking about it.

Li Beicheng smiled hoarsely, wrapped his palms around her ankles, and rubbed them meaningfully with his calloused fingertips: "You think I'm disgusting? If I remember correctly, didn't you still sleep in this bed all night a few years ago?

Do you expect me to come back and hug you when I have time?"

"You are so shameless..."

As if being struck by lightning, Yan Xiaye closed his eyes in pain, unwilling to recall the innocent and stupid self in the past.

Seeing that Yan Xia Ye finally lost the strength to struggle, Li Beicheng narrowed his black eyes, not intending to miss this opportunity to put his mark on her.

What you can't get is always the best.

Maybe once he completely possesses her, those complicated and unspeakable thoughts will no longer need to be mentioned.
Chapter completed!