Chapter 4: Never tiring of doing it over and over

Xie Wantang had already concluded that Lu Yanshen only spoke so gently and tenderly to Xia Meng.

Saying she felt nothing at all would also be impossible.

Her heart felt sour and astringent to an extreme degree.

After all, he is the man she deeply loves and still loves; these three years, she has tried so hard, wanting him to fall in love with her, but to no avail.

However, in this world, there is another woman who, without lifting a finger, can easily possess his love and his special treatment.

To say she isn't envious would be a lie.

Xie Wantang not only envies, she is also jealous.

But she believes she is a woman who can take up and let go.

As long as she is given time, she will surely be able to treat Lu Yanshen like a stranger.

On the contrary, Lu Yanshen was once let down by his First Love years ago; not learning his lesson aside, if he were to be let down by his First Love again in the future, he would surely regret losing Xie Wantang, the woman who possibly loves him most in this world.

If that time truly comes, that will be his affair, none of her business.

"That doll, I brought it back from Milan for you as a belated birthday gift." Lu Yanshen's low, sexy voice sounded beside Xie Wantang's ear.

He leaned in, the warmth of his speech spraying onto the skin of Xie Wantang's ear.

Lu Yanshen had hung up the phone at some point, but Xie Wantang hadn't noticed; she was focused on her own thoughts, yet the moment Lu Yanshen spoke, her attention was drawn to him.

When she realized Lu Yanshen had leaned in and was that close, Xie Wantang suppressed her nausea and moved toward the door.

She was disgusted with him.

After three busy days, she still couldn't forget the photo Xia Meng posted on her social media, the two of them so close together; who knows what wasn't captured in the frame—whether their fingers were intertwined, or something even more indecent.

After being that intimate with another woman, he now wants to be intimate with her?

Sorry, although she isn't a cleanliness freak, in this matter her cleanliness obsession is severe, almost reaching a disaster zone.

Seeing her still being awkward, Lu Yanshen raised an eyebrow: "How so? Don't like it? Then what do you like? I'll take you shopping."

"And then?" Xie Wantang turned her head, waiting blandly for his continuation.

Next, was he going to say, telling her not to make a fuss or something?

"What then?" Lu Yanshen frowned slightly, as if he didn't understand what she meant.

"Lu Yanshen, don't play dumb; that night we agreed to divorce, you didn't object, so why did you run off the next day without signing?"

"Running? I was going on a business trip; I told you that the night before, Xie Wantang—if you hadn't lost your memory, you should remember."

"Of course I remember, but..."

The "but" from Xie Wantang hadn't even left her lips when Lu Yanshen directly cut her off:

"Since you remember, you're mad at me for not being able to accompany you on your birthday in time, I understand; I also haven't held it against you for one, not helping me pack; two, causing a divorce scene; three, mysteriously disappearing for so many days, making everyone worry about you."

"Xie Wantang, we are a marriage arranged by our families; I married you because you are obedient, sensible, and understand the bigger picture; you married me to let the Lu family support your Xie family; so, what is the reason for emotional breakdown on your divorce agreement?"

"Don't you think there's a problem? Between us…… do we have any feelings?"

""

Xie Wantang was at a loss for words; he was right—they were a family-arranged marriage, and the foundation of their marriage was never love to begin with.

But damn it, with no feelings, why does he tirelessly sleep with her again and again?

"So, Xie Wantang, I want you to rewrite it—is that wrong?" Lu Yanshen continued his counter-question, as if he hadn't seen her face freeze instantly.

The impression Xie Wantang gives him is still that of rationality, sensibility, maturity; therefore, he thinks analyzing their marital status this way with her will dispel her notion of divorce.

They are a family-arranged marriage, so if they want to divorce, they absolutely cannot consider only themselves; they must consider both families.

However, in Xie Wantang's view, this is Lu Yanshen reminding her that they are not a loving relationship, so don't cause trouble—he won't coax her.

"So, Lu Yanshen, you're dissatisfied with the reason for divorce in that agreement, merely those four words 'emotional breakdown'?" Xie Wantang frowned and countered.

Is Lu Yanshen really that nitpicky?

What does it matter how the divorce agreement is written?

Isn't the purpose just to divorce?

As long as they can divorce, whether it's emotional breakdown or the collapse of a shared-interest entity, anyway it's just for divorce, right?

Divorce isn't murder; there's no need to trace specific reasons.

""

Lu Yanshen gazed at her with deep eyes, saying nothing.

He isn't dissatisfied with the divorce agreement; he's dissatisfied with her proposing divorce out of willfulness.

The word 'willful' doesn't suit her.

"Moreover, Lu Yanshen, you just said we have no feelings between us, so why do you tirelessly sleep with me again and again?" Xie Wantang asked this with utter frankness and utmost sincerity.

She allows him to sleep with her because she loves him.

And what about him?

Does his repeatedly sleeping with her truly involve not a shred of feeling?

Or is he perhaps the legendary stud?

She clearly remembers that when he sleeps with her, he is deeply affectionate, wholly focused, utterly absorbed.

""

Lu Yanshen's face instantly changed color.

He never expected Xie Wantang would ask such a question, let alone pose it so candidly, without changing expression or heartbeat.

Her inner quality is stronger than his.

Moreover, she said he tirelessly does this?

Does he?

"Since we're married, the marital duties that ought to be fulfilled must be fulfilled, right?" Lu Yanshen saw she was waiting for his answer, and moreover he had the air that if he didn't answer she would keep questioning, so he spoke.

Feigning composure.

Marital duties? Hah, Lu Yanshen, if it's just about fulfilling marital duties, you could do it once a month, or even twice a year; every time you return from a business trip, you want more than once that night, I—uh.

Before Xie Wantang could finish speaking, Lu Yanshen couldn't bear to listen any longer and reached out to cover her chattering little mouth.

Xie Wantang had her mouth and nose covered, making it hard to breathe; she glared at him, warning him to let go.

What is he trying to do?

Is he going to kill to silence her?

"Pei Xiao is still here; can we talk about some things behind closed doors?" Lu Yanshen's earlobes were bright red.

He was embarrassed.

At the same time, he was also greatly shocked, shocked that Xie Wantang's mouth had not a shred of restraint.

Pei Xiao had already raised the partition silently when the car started, but even so, some of Xie Wantang's wolfish words still came through, and he heard a sentence or two.

"Mmm..." Xie Wantang muttered in dissatisfaction.

Translation: Lu Yanshen, you bastard, let go of your hand.

"I'll let go of your hand, stop talking, go home and first put up your luggage, then take a shower, change clothes; Grandma told us to go to the ancestral home for a meal."

"..." Xie Wantang couldn't pry open Lu Yanshen's strong hand, turned her head to the side, not wanting to go.

They're about to divorce, so why does she still have to go to the ancestral home to endure his family's anger?