The pretty girl who plays with people's feelings is going to be severely punished.

Yu Lian wasn't unresponsive to his words; she looked about to turn around, but the man grabbed the back of her neck and pressed her down again.

Only the little pig heard the familiar voice and squealed in response.

The difference between a well-fed and an uncooked baby is obvious.

"Whose husband are you?" The man smiled, narrowing his eyes, and put Yu Lian down. He loosened his grip on her wrist, his tone inscrutable. "Don't you know who I am, or do you know who I am and are calling me that on purpose? Are you trying to provoke me?"

"Where were you when she called me 'husband'? And you still dare to say these things here?"

Throughout Pei Shaoyuan's life, whatever he wanted never belonged to anyone else.

But Yu Lian is no good.

She has her own ideas; she will cheat on her husband.

When he saw the man's face clearly, the blood pumping from his heart seemed to want to turn into tears and flow out to tell her how wronged he was.

Of course he didn't cry. Crying would be cowardly. Whether it was infidelity or something else, he just needed to get it back and keep it by his side from now on. What she wanted—money, companionship, love—he would give her the best of everything. She didn't need to look for anyone else.

However, the tears seemed to flow back from my eyes, and my mouth, heart, and stomach all tasted bitter.

You have to vent to feel less miserable.

He promised not to kill her. Yu Lian even promised him she wouldn't cheat on him. Promises are the most useless thing.

Yu Lian was so close that she could even hear the cracking sound of his clenched fist.

We can't let them actually start fighting.

She took Pei Shaoyuan's wrist, her eyelashes drooping, her voice weak and feeble, feigning innocence.

"Don't fight. He's only wearing a bath towel. What if you tear his bath towel off?"

She was genuinely worried, but Pei Shaoyuan sneered in response: "Making a wish? If you're so eager to see me, then wait until you get back to see me. Now, hug your pig and get away from me."

Jiang Shaoheng finally snapped out of his shock. His inner pain was no less than Pei Shaoyuan's. Afraid of being overwhelmed by his emotions, he could only gasp for air, his chest heaving. He suddenly remembered what Yu Lian had said earlier, the one he had deliberately ignored: she had a boyfriend.

In other words, he really was always the other woman.

He hates mistresses the most.

His father had so many mistresses that his family was in disarray. When he was a child, his mother's tears almost burned marks on his face and body.

I hate mistresses, I hate infidelity, I hate all forms of infidelity.

As a result, he became the other woman. The girl he had liked for so many years was the one who cheated on him.

He interfered in and ruined other people's relationships.

His body, fresh from the bath, felt as if all the last bit of warmth had evaporated, leaving him chilled to the bone. He looked at her, trying to see even the slightest hint of ugliness in her face, like his father's, so that he could hate her.

I can't tell at all.

Instead, you'll feel sorry for her as she cowers and tries to escape.

Yu Lian stood behind the man, her slender fingers encircling his wrist in an exceptionally intimate gesture. She whispered something, and the man, as if protecting a precious treasure, pulled her even further back to shield her.

She deliberately covered her face with her shoulder, not letting him see it at all.

"Is he your boyfriend? When?" Jiang Shaoheng asked, his breath unsteady and trembling, stubbornly demanding an explanation.

Yu Lian could feel the muscles in the forearm she was holding tightening again.

Having no other choice, I could only vaguely say, "Yes, boyfriend, I told you before that I was pregnant..."

Pei Shaoyuan had prepared himself for her to deny everything, but upon hearing this, he felt uneasy about her rare display of conscience, and his overwhelming anger subsided somewhat. He gently touched her cheek.

The fingertips were cool, but the pressure was very gentle.

Yu Lian shrank her neck, not daring to look at Jiang Shaoheng's expression anymore. She had no choice but to live. Denying that he was her boyfriend would offend both of them, but if she said he was her boyfriend, at least Pei Shaoyuan would be easier to appease.

As Jiang Shaoheng watched her evasive posture, his gaze grew colder and colder.

She admitted it too readily, even putting all the blame on him, just to make that man happy.

It's like cutting off a tail to survive; he is that tail.

"What have you all done? Tell me." Pei Shaoyuan turned around, feeling Jiang Shaoheng's deep breathing as he showed off his chest muscles, deliberately seducing her. He then covered Yu Lian even more tightly with a stern face.

The joy of being chosen overshadowed the pain of being cheated on, and he now has much less of the urge to hit someone.

If he wanted revenge, there was no need to do it in front of Yu Lian. An unloved man's penis is no different from a vibrator; they're just props. He could have simply destroyed it upon discovery. Why let Yu Lian see it and make him appear so wicked and cruel?

What should I do if Yu Lian is frightened?

He's now portrayed as a calm and mature man.

"I didn't do it." Jiang Shaoheng's lips twitched, his tone almost overflowing with sourness and malice. "But I licked it and ate it. Your wife is so sweet, she practically soaked my tongue, and my clothes are completely wet. But you don't need to pay for my clothes, because of me."

"That felt great."

Before he could finish speaking, Pei Shaoyuan had already thrown a punch. He tried to grab the collar and continue hitting him, but Pei Shaoyuan wasn't wearing any clothes. When he tried to grab the collarbone, he could only pinch the skin and flesh in front of it. Instead, Pei Shaoyuan pulled him back and hit him.

They really started fighting.

All she could hear were the dull thuds of fists hitting flesh. The two men seized every opportunity to punch each other in the face, aiming to disfigure each other. The cracking of bones was sickening. Yu Lian was so frightened she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. She hugged the pig and kept her distance, afraid that even a slight touch would leave her paralyzed.

Jiang Shaoheng's bath towel had fallen off long ago. As he hit her, his muscles engorged with blood, and with each swing, he slapped her thighs. When her adrenaline surged to a terrifying threshold, she lost all sense of shame and became nothing but a beast.

I don't feel any pain at all; all I feel is the desire to kill the other person.

He can't be a mistress, he can't be an interloper; the original wife is pitiful. But if the girl he likes is someone else's girlfriend, isn't he pitiful too?

He can't be a mistress, so it would be better if his wife died.

Jiang Shaoheng dropped his bath towel, but Pei Shaoyuan was the one who got distracted. At first, he was indeed focused on fighting, but after the towel fell, he became concerned about whether Yu Lian was watching.

I wanted to take a moment to go back and check, but my fist came before my woman could react.

"Pause." He gritted his teeth. "What is this? Go put your clothes on. Ha, really, you have to use this little bit of time? Either put your clothes on, or I'll take them off."

He might not even look at Yu Lian's clothes after taking them off; his are even more pink.

Jiang Shaoheng ignored all that and continued hitting her with his bare buttocks exposed: "Pause? Why didn't you call for a pause when I was fucking your wife? What good would a pause do? I'll stop when you die. Don't be reluctant to die. After you die, I'll hurry up and fuck her so I can catch you when you're reincarnated and give birth to you."

Even when Pei Shaoyuan was a mistress, he wasn't this arrogant. He was completely enraged. Unfortunately, despite his brute strength, his fighting skills were nowhere near as good as Jiang Shaoheng's, who had been invincible in colleges and vocational schools since high school. He could only furiously aim for Jiang Shaoheng's lower body.

Taking a few more punches is fine, just get rid of the weapon first.

While the fight raged on one side, Yu Lian's mind was in complete chaos on the other. Their fight had blocked the stairwell and the elevator, leaving her with no way to escape.

Although it's said that it's erotic for handsome men to fight, she's the one who suffers afterward. Her finger hovers over the phone screen, hesitating between 110 and 120.

So complicated.

Can't we just let her go and wait until they've finished playing before telling her the knockout stage results?

She is open to being reassigned.

Just as I was struggling and getting frustrated, a message popped up at the top of the screen.

"The invincible cold-faced man: Do you want me to pick you up?"

"Invincible Cold-Faced Man: It's very late."

Thank you for the gift!

[Then I'd like to ask everyone's level of acceptance of "angry sx"... well, I'm a pretty tacky person.]