Three years after our breakup, you came back to China, and I'm just giving up. Why are you cryi

Xiao Xiyue's words left Lu Hao completely speechless, and in the end, he could only manage a bitter laugh.

He picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs, and put it in his mouth. It was sweet and sour, and surprisingly, it tasted pretty good.

This woman has this skill?

Eat people with short mouths, and take people softly.

Lu Hao decided to fill his stomach first; no matter how big the matter was, he would have the energy to argue it over after he had eaten.

Just as he was about to pick up the second piece, Xiao Xiyue suddenly pushed the wine glass in front of him and parted her red lips slightly.

Xiao Xiyue parted her red lips slightly and uttered three words.

"Drink it."

Lu Hao's hand, holding the ribs, froze in mid-air. He looked up, his brow furrowed slightly: "Why?"

"Afraid I'll drug you?"

Lu Hao curled his lips, put down his chopsticks, picked up his wine glass without saying a word, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

"How rude." Xiao Xiyue glanced at him, picked up the decanter, and poured him another third of a glass.

Lu Hao wiped his mouth and replied nonchalantly, "I've never been elegant."

"Just like when you're in bed."

This blatant remark made Lu Hao laugh instead of get angry. He simply put down his cutlery, leaned forward, rested his elbows on the table, looked into Xiao Xiyue's eyes, and teased her in a low voice:

"Do you have masochistic tendencies?"

Xiao Xiyue's hand holding the chopsticks trembled slightly, and the chopsticks slipped onto the table.

But her expression remained unchanged, as if nothing had happened. She naturally picked up the chopsticks on the table and looked at Lu Hao indifferently.

"I guess it's a way of venting."

"Heh..." Lu Hao let out a cold laugh. "That's how you rich people are. Work pressure is high, so you like to go to places like bars to have fun. What, those other men couldn't satisfy you, so you're now clinging to me?"

"Shut up!"

Xiao Xiyue suddenly shouted angrily.

Lu Hao's heart skipped a beat, and a chill ran down his spine.

But he quickly suppressed his fear, stubbornly retorting, "Did I say something wrong?"

"You bastard."

Xiao Xiyue cursed, her voice trembling involuntarily.

Those eyes, which had just been terrifyingly cold, gradually became moist and misty.

Seeing her like this, Lu Hao felt a sudden pang of tenderness in his heart.

Why is this woman crying again?

She cries and whine all the time, like a woman.

His frustration and reluctance intertwined, and his tone unconsciously softened a little, but his words were still as venomous as ever:

"The look you're giving me makes it seem like I'm the one who started this relationship and then dumped it. We're all adults here, looking for comfort and to relieve some stress. Do you really think you can find true love in a place like a bar?"

"Is this your excuse for breaking your promise?"

Lu Hao was stunned, not expecting her to bring the topic back to itself.

He was silent for a moment, then finally leaned back in his chair, feeling utterly defeated. "I guess so."

"If you want to drink next time, just tell me, and I'll go with you." Xiao Xiyue didn't ask any more questions. She picked up her glass and took a small sip.

"I think you just wanted to drink it yourself," Lu Hao shrugged, then couldn't help but add sarcastically, "What's wrong, are you under a lot of work pressure?"

These words seemed to touch a chord in Xiao Xiyue's heart. She paused in her drinking, but quickly resumed her normal actions, slowly and deliberately placing the glass back on the table.

"I don't want to talk about work."

"Fine, no work talk." Lu Hao shrugged, adopting a "what the hell" attitude. "Then let's just drink, get a little tipsy, and then roll around in bed, right?"

Xiao Xiyue looked up at him, as if she could see right through his thoughts.

"Isn't this what you like?"

One sentence left Lu Hao speechless once again.

He realized that he was being manipulated by this woman again.

This woman always manages to pinpoint his weaknesses, making all his resistance seem so pale and powerless.

Lu Hao stopped talking and just silently drank and ate.

Xiao Xiyue didn't speak again, and the atmosphere fell into an eerie silence once more.

Soon, the red wine in her glass was empty, and a beautiful blush rose to her fair cheeks.

Before long, the delicacies on the table were all consumed.

Lu Hao leaned back in his chair. The alcohol had made his thoughts a little sluggish, and the previous unpleasantness and irritability had been smoothed out by the meal.

He looked at the woman opposite him; the blush had spread from her cheeks to her neck, and her eyes were shimmering with a more alluring charm than before.

Neither of them spoke; the silence was so profound that they could hear each other breathing.

Finally, Xiao Xiyue moved.

She leaned forward slightly, her fair elbows resting on the table, her hands cupping her slightly tipsy cheeks, her alluring eyes fixed on Lu Hao, filled only with desire.

"If you're full, you can get to work."

Lu Hao's heart skipped a beat, but he remained calm on the surface, even deliberately glancing at the leftover food on the table.

"What chores are you doing? Washing dishes?"

Xiao Xiyue chuckled, her chest heaving, her laughter captivating.

She blinked her bright, almond-shaped eyes twice, then stuck out her pink tongue and licked her red lips, leaving a moist sheen.

After doing this, she raised her other hand and gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

What do you think?

A voice so alluring it's impossible to resist.

Lu Hao gave a very unconvincing salute, his throat bobbing and his eyes burning with intensity.

This woman is a vixen.

A fairy who knows it's a trap, yet makes people willingly jump into it.

His breathing became heavier involuntarily, and his gaze fell on her.

Xiao Xiyue was very satisfied with his reaction, and the corners of her mouth turned up even higher.

She lowered her hand from her hair, rested her chin on her hand, and beckoned Lu Hao with her index finger.

"Come."

Lu Hao's mind went blank.

What a load of rubbish about dignity, what a humiliating feeling of being manipulated—at this moment, all of it was crushed to pieces by the most primal impulse.

He suddenly stood up, strode around the dining table, grabbed Xiao Xiyue's arm that was still resting on the edge of the table, and forcefully pulled her up from the chair.

Before she could even regain her balance, his other hand grabbed the back of her head and pulled her roughly into his arms.

The next second, he lowered his head and kissed her roughly.

There was no probing, no tenderness.

The moment their lips met, the rich aroma of the wine exploded in their intertwined breaths.

Xiao Xiyue groaned as he bumped into her, but she didn't back down. Instead, she stretched out her arms and wrapped them tightly around his neck, responding to him passionately.

……

The sun rose as usual the next day.

Lu Hao, who was fast asleep, vaguely heard Xiao Xiyue's voice.

"Hmm... I understand... Yunlan Apparel won't cause any trouble, and finding a celebrity spokesperson won't help... Hmm, just stick to our previous plan... Okay, I'll go to the company later."

The sound beside him made Lu Hao open his eyes.

What catches the eye is a smooth, jade-like back with beautiful, flowing lines.

Even though Lu Hao had already seen it last night, seeing it now still made him quite angry.

The moment Xiao Xiyue hung up the phone, Lu Hao reached out and pulled her into his arms.

"Get off me... I have to go to work... Ugh... You bastard... Be gentle..."