After returning home with the child, her ex-husband knelt down and gently coaxed her.

The huge living room was eerily quiet.

Before An Ning could react, she was suddenly pulled to the sofa in the living room.

"Lu Xiyan..."

She looked up in astonishment to see a tall man standing in front of her, his bloodshot eyes staring at her, his exquisite features seemingly covered with a layer of frost.

An Ning then smelled a strong aroma of alcohol wafting towards her.

He drank alcohol, quite a lot of it.

She saw him take off his coat and casually throw it aside, then loosen his tie with one hand.

Suddenly realizing Lu Xiyan's actions, An Ning hurriedly backed away, "Lu Xiyan, what are you doing?"

Lu Xiyan tossed his tie aside, his long, nimble fingers gliding across his shirt lapel as he walked towards her step by step. "Didn't you come here to beg me? Didn't you say you'd do whatever I wanted to you?"

He stepped forward, exuding an overwhelming sense of pressure.

Anning retreated step by step until she had nowhere left to go. She stumbled a few steps against the sofa and fell down.

The crisp scent emanating from Lu Xiyan, mixed with the smell of alcohol, swept over you all at once.

He stood before her, his posture condescending, his tone utterly cold, and commanded her, "Take it off."

That one word felt like a slap across Anning's face.

She looked at the man in front of her in disbelief.

"What?" Lu Xiyan's eyes were flippant. "Want my help?"

A mist welled up in An Ning's eyes. "Lu Xiyan, what do you take me for?"

"Be what?" Lu Xiyan leaned down, lifting her chin. "What do you think you're qualified to be right now?"

An Ning met his icy gaze, and the warmth in her heart gradually cooled.

"I haven't forgotten a single thing Miss An said before." Lu Xiyan stared at her tearful eyes and crimson lips, and chuckled, "You've been playing me for two years, now it's my turn to play."

His handsome face belied the pain in his words.

An Ning felt ice-cold all over, her nails digging into her palms.

The man suddenly kissed her, his lips burning hot, with a domineering, conquering force. One hand gripped her slender waist tightly, pulling her firmly in front of him.

The crisp scent and the familiar way they kissed made An Ning tense up, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was about to burst through her chest.

She then realized how much her body craved his presence and embrace.

But she could clearly feel the man's hatred in that domineering kiss.

Lu Xiyan hated her, hated her ruthlessness, hated her for taking heartlessness to the extreme.

He hated her, so much so that he could feel every bit of hatred in the force with which he touched her.

Just as the man was gripping her waist tightly and about to push her down onto the sofa, Anning suddenly struggled.

"Lu Xiyan! No!"

She struggled violently, but she couldn't push the man off her.

Lu Xiyan's hot breath slid from her lips to her ear, "A plaything, what right do you have to say no!"

An ambiguous atmosphere, cold words.

An Ning loosened her grip as she struggled.

In the brightly lit living room, a space devoid of any privacy, Lu Xiyan unceremoniously ripped off her knitted cardigan, revealing her thin shoulders draped with two thin straps.

Lu Xiyan would never have said such hurtful things to her before, much less have treated her in such a brutal way.

The moment Lu Xiyan's lips touched her fair neck, the person beneath him stopped struggling.

He turned his head slightly, and a tear slid down her cheek.

Crystal clear.

Lu Xiyan's heart sank, and the effects of the alcohol wore off considerably.

When I got up, I saw that her stubborn little face was covered with tears, and her clothes were half-fallen off and slid down to her arm.

It looked like he had suffered a tremendous humiliation.

The flutter in his chest inexplicably subsided. Lu Xiyan got up from her, took two steps back, and leaned against the coffee table.

He put one hand on his hip and straightened his disheveled collar with the other. When he turned slightly to the side, the lines under his shirt revealed his broad, angular shoulders, and the hem of his shirt, tied around his waist, outlined his lean and muscular figure.

When she looked up at the person on the sofa, she regained her cold and aloof demeanor.

"You can't even handle this?" he asked coldly. "Didn't you sleep with other men like this when you dumped me? You even had a child with one!"

Anning propped herself up on the sofa, gathered her thin cardigan, and calmly lowered her head to wipe away the tears on her face.

"Mr. Lu."

She looked up at the man. "You've achieved your goal of humiliating me. Now, can you save my mother?"

The man stared at her calm, fair face, his eyes darkening.

Before he could speak, Anning's phone rang.

Lu Xiyan's gaze shifted to her phone screen first, and the next moment, his brows furrowed.

To the sovereign?

The man's name.

An Ning picked up her phone, a surge of joy welling up inside her.

I called back!

Is it possible to buy medication to relieve Li Chunfang's pain?

Little did she know, the joy between her brows was particularly glaring to the man.

Anning was about to stand up to answer the phone when suddenly her hand went empty as someone snatched her phone away.

"Lu Xiyan! Give me back my phone!"

An Ning reached out to grab it, but Lu Xiyan held the phone high, his eyes blazing with jealousy. "Who is it? My ex-husband?"

"This is none of your business, give me your phone!"

The phone kept ringing. Lu Xiyan was too tall; even when An Ning grabbed his arm and jumped up, she still couldn't reach him.

Her anxious look only confirmed that his earlier guess was correct.

This idea completely enraged Lu Xiyan, who grabbed her wrist and suddenly pinned her against the back of the sofa.

Then his overwhelming kisses rained down upon him.

This kiss was very different from the previous one; it involved biting and tearing.

It was as if they wanted to devour her like prey.

An Ning struggled, but couldn't push him away even a fraction of an inch.

Lu Xiyan knew her sensitive spots all too well.

During those two years, they did it countless times; he knew every inch of her skin better than she knew herself.

He released her lips and bit her earlobe.

Gentle, yet with a touch of strength.

A tingling, numb sensation, a mixture of pain and itching.

An Ning trembled violently, her eyes turning bloodshot.

"Call it."

As Lu Xiyan licked the small red mole on her earlobe, he placed his phone in front of her and said, "Let your ex-husband hear what his ex-wife is doing."

An Ning trembled uncontrollably as he pinned her down. Looking at the incoming call on her phone, tears welled up in her eyes again.

"Scared?"

Lu Xiyan stared at her flushed earlobes and profile, and asked in a low voice, "What are you afraid of now that you're divorced? Aren't you very good at sleeping with other men right after a divorce?"

The other party kept calling, and under his pressure, Anning's hand trembled as she abruptly pressed the hang-up button.

With a "smack," the man slammed the phone that had been hung up on onto the coffee table, furious.

"Are you that afraid of him finding out! That concerned about him!"

Could it be that she still wants to remarry that man?

Lu Xiyan went berserk, burning with rage, and bit down on An Ning's collarbone.

"Well--"

An Ning winced in pain and couldn't help but let out a soft moan; her frail body trembled again.

She practically huddled into the man's arms, and he stiffened, his eyes instantly turning red.

An Ning desperately tried to stop him, shouting, "Lu Xiyan, don't forget you're getting engaged soon! This is adultery!"

"Wouldn't that be even more exciting?"

The man didn't care. He grabbed both her wrists with one hand and pinned them down, while his other hand skillfully lifted her skirt. "Aren't you cheating on your ex-husband too?"

"Lu Xiyan!"

An Ning's eyes were red with anger. She struggled in vain, like a helpless rag doll, letting Lu Xiyan bully her.

Suddenly, the ribbon tied around her left wrist came loose as she struggled.

An Ning's expression immediately changed.

Lu Xiyan found it in the way and raised his hand to tear it off.

An Ning was immediately terrified, "No!"