After three years of misplaced affection, Mrs. Yu is no longer willing to pretend to be obedient.

Jane Ailing glanced at Yu Yunting subconsciously.

His gaze instantly turned cold.

She was about to toss her phone aside when he snatched it away.

"You..." Jane stared blankly as he pressed the call button.

"Ailing..." Zhou Ze'an's voice came from the phone, "Are you home yet?"

"I……"

"She's very busy tonight and doesn't have time to answer the phone."

There was silence on the other end of the phone, and then the breathing suddenly became heavy.

Yu Yunting then hung up the phone.

The phone was left on the carpet next to the bed.

The man in front of her showed that familiar expression again.

Those beautiful eyes were now filled with mockery, and the corners of her mouth were curved, but there was no warmth in them.

"What happened tonight has nothing to do with Zhou Ze'an!" Jian Ailing grabbed his wrist fearfully, looking at him with pleading eyes. "I was bored at home, so I begged him to take me there."

Anyway, she had already made up her mind to get a divorce. Yu Yunting already hated her to the bone, so Jian Ailing didn't care about adding another charge against her.

Besides, what she said was the truth.

Jane Ailing knew very well that Yu Yunting had the ability to make Zhou Ze'an unable to stay in Longcheng. If he were to take his anger out on Zhou Ze'an because of this, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"As for what happened between you and me, that was my own idea, and it has nothing to do with him!" She widened her eyes, anxiously trying to explain.

Jane Ailing watched as the expression on Yu Yunting's face gradually disappeared, even the corners of his upturned mouth drooped down.

"Are you in such a hurry to explain for him?"

She couldn't discern the tone in his voice, but she knew he was very angry.

"Really! I'm not lying to you!" Jane shook her head unwillingly.

My mind was buzzing; I had no idea what else to do but explain.

"Do you think you have any credibility with me anymore?" Yu Yunting raised his hand, his thumb stroking her cheek, his eyes dark and unfathomable.

"Prove it to me."

When she met those deep eyes, Jane looked confused.

Is it what she meant to prove to him that she and Ze'an were completely innocent and had no affair?

Jane bit her lip, tentatively raised her hand, and untied the loose bow tie around his neck. Seeing that he didn't react, she slowly unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time.

Yu Yunting sat still, looking down at her movements with a disdainful expression in his eyes.

He didn't refuse, so she must have guessed correctly.

Jane lowered her head slightly, avoiding his gaze. Her gaze shifted downwards, and the smooth lines of his muscles came into view, their undulating lines outlining a pleasing shape.

After taking off his shirt, Jane sat there somewhat lost, unsure of what to do next.

She had considered taking the initiative. In the early days of their marriage, she had tried to kiss him on the lips, but he turned his head away.

Jane still remembers the fleeting look of disgust in his eyes.

But at this moment, Yu Yunting wanted her to take the initiative. Jian Ailing could only bite the bullet and, according to her own understanding, step forward, hug his neck, tilt her head up, and gently kiss him.

Her mouth was small, and her movements were somewhat clumsy. Her hair would occasionally brush against his shoulder, and she exuded a faint, delicate fragrance.

When she pressed her face against his chest, Jane could feel the body in front of her quietly warming up.

She mustered her courage and looked up, her bright, doe-like eyes filled with a hint of surprise and uncertainty, and just like that, she met the person's gaze.

Jane let out a short cry and collapsed.

Yu Yunting seemed particularly reckless today.

Or rather... he deliberately wanted to punish her.

Even when she begged him, he ignored her.

In the dim light, those amber eyes seemed to be filled with a flame, as if they would burn her to ashes before extinguishing.

That night, Yu Yunting was very different from his usual self.

It's like a wild beast that's out of control.

Finally, Jane felt weak and sore all over, and it took her a while to recover.

"You can leave now." Yu Yunting opened the wardrobe, took out a bathrobe, and didn't look at her again.

They didn't sleep in the same room. Her room was next to his, and he would only call her to his room when Yu Yunting needed her.

This isn't a married couple; they're clearly just maids sharing a room.

"You clearly hate me so much, why won't you divorce me?" Jian Ailing endured her discomfort, sat up in bed, and stared at his back.

After each encounter, Yu Yunting would display an expression of near disgust and ruthlessly dismiss her.

Even though he hated her so much, he still took from her time and time again.

Jane Ailing couldn't understand what was going on in this man's brain.

It was precisely his actions, which defied common sense, that gave her the illusion that if she tried harder, he might actually change his opinion of her.

As a result, their relationship seemed to be stuck at this point, unable to move forward or backward.

"I told you, this isn't a place you can come and go as you please." Yu Yunting stopped, but didn't turn around.

Jane Ailing gave a bitter smile, unable to understand why they had to torture each other.

"Because of your sister? It's been three years, and you still can't forget her?" She forced a smile, but her heart was filled with endless bitterness.

"Jian Ailing, how dare you mention her?" Yu Yunting finally turned around to look at her.

"I believe you know better than I do, right? You're just a substitute for Ai Ying."

Caught off guard by his cold-blooded revelation, Jane Ailing raised the corners of her mouth, revealing a strange smile, "Yes... brother-in-law."

Yu Yunting paused as he approached the bathroom, his thin lips pressed into a thin line.

Fate is unpredictable; who could have imagined that she would be the one to marry Yu Yunting in the end?

Jane sometimes couldn't help but think that she would have been the one to die in that accident three years ago.

That would be a win-win situation, everyone would be free, and there would be no need for each other tormented here.

She doesn't have to endure everyone's overwhelming malice, nor does she need to be anyone's substitute; she can simply be herself.

Perhaps she will still be remembered by everyone, who will lament her tragic fate.

Instead of being blamed and resented by everyone as is now, becoming the murderer who killed her sister, and being wrong no matter what she does.