Director Jiang, don't let the divorce get out of control.

is this necessary?

Wen Ruan was taken aback by his question and was completely confused.

Jiang Yubai needs a well-behaved and obedient diplomat's wife from a decent family, while she needs a powerful enough husband to help her leave the Wen family.

Their marriage was, from the very beginning, a transaction where each party got what they wanted.

Complaining about every little thing will eventually become annoying and tiresome.

"It's not serious, I don't think it's necessary to..."

"Unnecessary?" Jiang Yubai tossed away the cotton swab, his voice not loud, but carrying an unfamiliar chill. "You were forced to kneel as punishment and suffered so many injuries, and you think that's unnecessary?"

The eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses revealed no emotion, yet they exerted immense pressure on Wen Ruan.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but when the words reached her lips, she felt at a loss for words.

"Wen Ruan, you really are..."

Jiang Yubai stared at her for a few seconds, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, but in the end he turned his face away and stopped looking at her, packing up his first-aid kit.

"I'm going to take a shower," he said calmly, and went into the bathroom without looking back.

The sound of water soon began, and Wen Ruan, sitting on the sofa, still felt confused.

Having been married for three years, she had some understanding of Jiang Yubai's personality.

This person's refined manners are ingrained in his bones; he is always gentle, polite, and elegant.

Moreover, after their marriage, Jiang Yubai frequently traveled abroad for visits, so the two of them didn't see each other often. They treated each other with utmost respect and their relationship was so harmonious that it didn't seem like that of a married couple.

This was the first time she had ever seen Jiang Yubai like this; he didn't show his anger on the surface, but he was trying his best to suppress it.

But why?

It can't be that she's feeling sorry for herself, right?

Wen Ruan shook her head, trying to shake off this narcissistic thought, got up and walked to the entrance, helping Jiang Yubai pack his suitcase as usual.

While tidying her clothes, a thin piece of paper slipped out of her suit pocket. Wen Ruan picked it up and saw that it was a Polaroid photo.

The woman in the photo is beautiful and gentle. The selfie was taken at a landmark building in the country Jiang Yubai was on a business trip. There is also a line of elegant handwriting written on the back.

I understand your feelings, Yu Bai. Thank you for coming all this way to be with me. Words cannot express my gratitude.

Jiang Wanxing, a reporter for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, is also Jiang Yubai's childhood sweetheart and the object of his affections.

Wen Ruan's gaze lingered on that line of text for a moment, her heart feeling as if it had been clenched tightly by a hand.

She only learned of Jiang Wanxing's existence after marrying Jiang Yubai.

She was a year older than Jiang Yubai and had been accompanying him overseas to recuperate since he was in kindergarten, until he returned to the Jiang family.

Even a fool knows how deep and enduring the bond is formed after more than a decade of living together day and night.

It turns out that Jiang Yubai left for so long this time just to be with her.

The so-called "business trip" is probably just an excuse made up to avoid embarrassing oneself.

Wen Ruan curled her lips into a smile, then suddenly realized she was being a little ridiculous.

She grew up to be twenty-five years old and had hardly ever experienced being protected and loved. Every night after she turned fourteen, she would hold a pair of scissors and stay up all night, her body stiff with fear at the slightest sound.

Only after marrying Jiang Yubai did she dare to turn off the lights and sleep until dawn.

He is truly a perfect husband.

Remembering her tastes and menstrual cycle, I would prepare painkillers in advance and quietly stay with her when she worked late into the night;

No matter how busy he was while stationed abroad, he never forgot to call and greet her. When he returned from his business trip, he would bring her local souvenirs.

When she was occasionally awakened by nightmares, he would gently pat her back as if comforting a child, his eyes warm and respectful, making her feel incredibly safe.

Not to mention that in the old house that afternoon, he didn't hesitate to tell such an outrageous lie for her sake, and after taking her away, he even personally applied medicine to her, his movements so gentle that it was as if she were some rare treasure.

Over the course of three years, Wen Ruan experienced many moments of attraction, but each one was fleeting.

She knew that Jiang Yubai wasn't being kind to her, but rather treating everyone with the same courtesy and respect.

Just like what happened today, even if it happened to a stranger, he would probably help protect them and personally apply the medicine.

It has nothing to do with liking someone; it's simply a matter of upbringing and a sense of responsibility.

If we had to say who was special, it would probably only be Jiang Wanxing, the white moonlight.

So his bad mood this time was probably because of Jiang Wanxing.

Wen Ruan's heart felt like a waterlogged sponge; she couldn't quite feel pain, but there was a dull, oppressive feeling.

She closed her eyes, about to put the Polaroid back, when a familiar voice came from behind her.

"What are you doing?"

Jiang Yubai walked out of the bathroom, drying his hair. His light-colored loungewear made his handsome and deep features appear even more gentle. The moment he saw the Polaroid photo, his eyes darkened slightly. "You..."

"Sorry, I just wanted to help you pack, I didn't mean to peek." Wen Ruan stood up, her tone calm. "Your hands are still wet, should I put them in the drawer for you?"

"Wen Ruan, about this matter..."

"No need to explain." Wen Ruan smiled at him, her voice completely calm. "I know our relationship very well. If you and Miss Jiang can be together, I will definitely wish you well and guarantee to sign the papers anytime."

She smiled gently and kindly, as if she were the most understanding wife in the world. Jiang Yubai looked at that smile, and a fleeting coldness flashed in his eyes.

"You are so virtuous."

Is this sarcasm or praise?

Wen Ruan didn't bother to think about it and nodded in response, "Of course."

"However, it's a pity..." Jiang Yubai looked at her, a faint smile curving his lips, but no smile in his eyes, "I have no intention of changing Mrs. Jiang."

Wen Ruan felt a chill run down her spine from his gaze and subconsciously took a step back, her calf bumping against the cold armrest of the sofa.

"What do you mean... um!"

The man suddenly kissed her, silencing Wen Ruan.

The kiss was domineering and forceful, almost stealing Wen Ruan's breath. She was helplessly pressed down on the sofa by Jiang Yubai, completely stunned.

Over the past three years, they have had marital relations, and Jiang Yubai has always been gentle and restrained.

But at this moment, the man seemed to have become a different person, tearing away all his composure and dignity.

He held her wrists down above her head, not giving her a chance to move.

His other hand slipped inside her skirt and roamed around, his burning kisses traveling down her lips as if he wanted to devour her whole.

"Jiang Yubai, what are you doing... umm!"

He suddenly took her most sensitive spot into his mouth, and Wen Ruan trembled all over, all her words turning into broken moans.

"What do you think I'm doing?"

Jiang Yubai ripped open her skirt, then grabbed her hand and took off his glasses, his expression chillingly cold.

"You like being a perfect wife so much? Then let me see your determination." He grabbed her waist, the force of his thrusts making Wen Ruan gasp for breath. "Wen Ruan, look me in the eyes!"

Do you even know that we're husband and wife?

"Wen Ruan, what's really on your mind...?"

Wen Ruan could no longer hear what Jiang Yubai said.

From the sofa to the bedroom, and then to the bathroom, she was tormented by the man until she was disoriented. Several times she almost fainted, but he would rouse her again with his increasingly forceful movements, plunging her into wave after wave of pleasure.

She didn't know how much time had passed before Jiang Yubai finally took pity on her and let her go. In the last second of her unconsciousness, she looked into the man's deep, lustful eyes, and her mind was still thinking...

Jiang Yubai, what exactly happened to him?

When Wen Ruan woke up the next day, the seat next to her was already empty. She turned over, her body aching all over, and reached for her phone to check the time, but what she saw was Jiang Yubai's WeChat message.

The Ministry of Foreign Affairs has urgent work to handle. You should rest well and remember to change your knee dressing.

The message was sent at 3:00 AM.

Having just ended such an intense love affair, he had to rush to work, yet he didn't forget to care about his injuries. Wen Ruan was utterly impressed by this man's stamina.

Just as she was about to put her phone down, a news article popped up.

[Foreign Affairs Secretary Jiang Yubai appeared at the embassy late at night, turning the tide and facilitating the signing of an agreement between the two countries!]