After the divorce, my ex-husband and son lined up to pursue me.

Chapter 85 Hurt each other
"Lu Twenty-Three".

Ruan Muhuai impatiently called out Number 3's real name, but had no interest in wasting any more words with him.

He only warned, "Stay away from my people. She's not someone you can afford to mess with!"

After saying that, Ruan Muhuai ignored the other party's sudden change in expression, withdrew his gaze, and strode past Jiang Xia with his arms.

Lu Niansan watched the departing figure, raised an eyebrow meaningfully, and chuckled wickedly: "Who can say for sure?"

Back at Qiushuiyuan, Jiang Xia was still drunk, and his mind was even more foggy. He couldn't vomit anything, and his consciousness was very distant and confused.

Ruan Muhuai threw her onto the bed, leaned down and pinched her face with one hand, "Wake up, do you know what you're doing?"

"Spending your time with two shady friends, you don't know how to learn anything good? You actually go to those kinds of places for no reason..."

Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Xia had already grasped his hand in a daze, trying to focus her squinting eyes, but the scene before her was blurry, and she saw double images of people.

She frowned and asked, "What number are you...?"

"..."

All his anger seemed to vanish instantly, as if it had been poured into cotton. Ruan Muhuai looked at her, who was drunk, and gritted his teeth in frustration. But to his surprise, Jiang Xia did not reply. So he decided to touch her instead!

She remembered Lou Yushi saying that the male models in that club were numbered, and the earlier the number, the better the service and the more handsome they were.

She's just as good as top-tier celebrities!

"It's okay if you don't say anything, let me see your figure..." Jiang Xia smiled and closed her drowsy eyes, her hands restlessly caressing and kneading Ruan Muhuai's chest...

Ruan Muhuai's thin lips were already pressed into a straight line, and he grabbed her two mischievous hands, "Look carefully at who I am? Jiang Xia!"

"...Number 1?" Jiang Xia asked, confused. "It can't be Number 2, can it? Or...Number 3?"

She didn't feel either way, so she withdrew her hand and flopped onto the bed, saying, "Fine, whatever number you are, I don't want you anymore, I'm going to sleep!"

As she spoke, she waved and nudged Ruan Muhuai who was standing nearby. In an instant, she pulled the blanket up herself, crawled into bed, tucked the blanket in, adjusted herself into a more comfortable sleeping position, and closed her eyes to go back to sleep.

"..."

Ruan Muhuai was truly devastated.

Even with his fury, he had to suppress it for now. He looked at her silently for a moment, then decisively threw off the covers and pulled her up: "Take a shower first!"

He tried to carry her to the bathroom, but Jiang Xia, who was feeling sleepy, was annoyed by the disturbance and kept pushing him away, saying, "Don't touch me, you're so annoying..."

Ruan Muhuai paused, his anger about to erupt again, but then he noticed Jiang Xia's clothes slipping off as she struggled, and his gaze fell on her slender white collarbone, his eyes darkening.

"Jiang Xia, if I don't go tonight, what will you do with that Number 3?"

This question obviously won't get a clear answer.

But Ruan Muhuai's suppressed anger reignited, and he sensed that Pei Li's words were not an exaggeration, but rather that a green hat was about to fall on his head!

He narrowed his eyes and stared at her, a cold smile playing on his lips: "Heh, you really dare to do that."

It turns out that abandoning her husband and children wasn't her bottom line; she actually wanted to betray him.

Not with that guy surnamed Song, but with any random man you can buy with money outside!
"Did I underestimate you?" Ruan Muhuai became more and more shocked and resentful as he pinched her cheek. "Or are you just naturally this promiscuous?"

But he was clearly her first man.

The first night of marriage... that wasn't fake either.

In the years that followed, no man appeared in Jiang Xia's life.

So, he had been neglecting her all this time? Realizing this again, Ruan Muhuai laughed in anger, and his grip tightened, causing Jiang Xia to wince in pain and try to struggle, but Ruan Muhuai held her cheeks and kissed her fiercely!

"You want it, don't you? You think being sexually unsatisfied is savage? Fine, I'll definitely satisfy you tonight!"

All his anger transformed into action at that moment, and Ruan Muhuai roughly tore open her clothes...

"No! You..."

Jiang Xia's instinctive resistance was instantly overwhelmed as she was thrown into the brocade quilt.

The exquisitely crafted bed had now become a cage, a purgatory of punishment and torture, constantly shackled and subverted...

I don't know how the night passed; the exhausting, frantic looting felt like centuries, both long and unbearable.

But what I got in return was endless, long sleep after being physically exhausted.

When Jiang Xia woke up again, it was already the evening of the second day. The sky outside was gradually darkening, and the remaining glow of the setting sun made it difficult for her to distinguish the date and time.

She pressed her temples, which were throbbing from a hangover, and slowly tried to sit up, but felt...

It hurts!

Every bone in my body aches as if it has been disassembled and then reassembled.

She gritted her teeth and endured it all, but her mind suddenly went blank as if struck by lightning.

But I can't remember last night at all, I only vaguely remember...

"Ruan Muhuai?"

She blurted out instinctively, and looked around. She not only saw Ruan Muhuai smoking outside the balcony, but also noticed that this was the master bedroom of Qiushui Garden.

It wasn't just my imagination; last night was all real.

She inexplicably chose number 3, but Ruan Muhuai also suddenly appeared for some unknown reason.

Jiang Xia let out a long sigh of frustration, calmed himself down, and slowly sat up despite the excruciating pain all over his body. He realized that he wasn't wearing much, so he nervously wrapped himself tightly in the blanket.

"Are you disappointed?"

Hearing the sound, Ruan Muhuai stubbed out his cigarette, turned around and stepped into the bedroom, his gloomy gaze falling on her: "When you wake up, you see me, not the Number Three you've been longing for."

Jiang Xia's heart tightened, and she closed her eyes in embarrassment and annoyance.

When she opened her eyes again, they were clear, and the shame that had been lingering in her heart was gone. She simply asked, "And what about you?"

"You see me around you almost every day, not the white moonlight you've been longing for. Aren't you disappointed too?"

Using the same method, this is a rhetorical question used to retort.

Ruan Muhuai's icy expression darkened considerably, but his indifferent tone remained calm: "Do you think there's any comparison?"

Jiang Xia really thought about those words carefully, and still asked in return, "No? You think that Number Three and I don't have an emotional foundation, and I don't have a white moonlight in my heart, so we can't compare?"

After a short pause, she nodded defiantly: "Fine, then I'll go and start a relationship."

Is the white moonlight some kind of rare species?
Anyone can create one anytime, anywhere if they're willing!

Ruan Muhuai's cold eyes narrowed, and he stepped forward, looking down at her with a gloomy gaze: "Jiang Xia, are you being stubborn or challenging me?"

(End of this chapter)