He tricked the female lead into becoming his boyfriend, but then went on to criticize the male lead.

In the early morning, the city completely shed its daytime hustle and bustle, leaving only the dim, lonely light cast by the streetlights. Black luxury cars sped along the empty roads, almost exceeding the speed limit.

Lu Xiangyang, sitting in the driver's seat, had cold sweat on his palms and his heart was in his throat. He sat up straight the whole time, not daring to relax for a moment.

He secretly glanced at Wen Zhaoci in the back seat through the rearview mirror, then quickly looked away, his heart pounding with panic.

His young and usually composed CEO, who had taken power at a young age, now had a frighteningly dark face. His dark eyebrows were lowered, and he exuded a chilling aura that kept strangers at bay. His entire face was darker and colder than the bottom of a pot.

Lu Xiangyang inwardly groaned. Having followed Wen Zhaoci for so many years, he knew better than anyone that the more silent the boss was, the more terrifying his temper became. At this moment, he was clearly accumulating a bellyful of gloom and anger.

He dared not delay even for a moment, driving at the highest compliant speed, his nerves taut the whole way, and steadily parked the car at the gate of Fu Yanchen's villa.

As soon as the car came to a stop, the man in the back seat pushed open the door and got out. His movements were quick and cold, without a trace of extra emotion.

"Go back."

Wen Zhaoci's voice was low and cold, devoid of any warmth. After speaking, she didn't wait for Lu Xiangyang's response and turned to walk towards her villa next door.

Lu Xiangyang felt like he had been granted a pardon. He didn't dare to stay a second longer and immediately drove away, silently praying that Miss Sang could appease this troublesome person. Otherwise, no one knew what would happen next.

It was well past midnight, and the night was deep and quiet. The entire villa area was so quiet that only the soft rustling of the leaves in the evening breeze could be heard.

Wen Zhaoci raised her eyes and looked precisely at the familiar room on the second floor of Fu Yanchen's villa.

The windows were dark and quiet, without a single light.

He stood in the night, his fingertips slightly clenched, a dense, turbulent feeling of restlessness and unease churning within him.

It was too late for him to knock.

He suppressed all the surging emotions in his heart, turned around and strode into the villa next door.

I took a quick and easy cold shower to wash away the chill and aggression from traveling late at night, and then changed into a soft black loungewear set.

The whole set of movements was smooth and fluid. In just a few minutes, he turned back again and nimbly and skillfully climbed onto the balcony leading to Sang Jiuning's room.

Fortunately, the sliding door to the balcony was only slightly ajar.

Wen Zhaoci gently pushed the door open without making a sound and carefully stepped into the room.

The bedroom was dark, with only the faint moonlight filtering in from the window, outlining the serene and beautiful silhouette of the girl on the bed.

Sang Jiuning was sleeping soundly, her long eyelashes drooping, her profile gentle and obedient.

Wen Zhaoci's heart, which had been tense all night, finally relaxed a little when he saw her.

He bent down and gently turned on the bedside nightlight. The warm, soft light slowly filled a corner of the bed, illuminating the girl's sleeping face without being too bright.

He leaned down, softening all his movements and tone, his voice gentle to the point of humility, with a hint of hoarseness he himself was unaware of, gently calling to the sleeping woman: "Wife, wife, wake up, I'm home."

A gentle call fell on her ear, and Sang Jiuning's long eyelashes trembled slightly as she groggily opened her eyes.

Her eyes, still misty from just waking up, were dazed. When she recognized the familiar face before her, she didn't quite register it, and asked softly, "Wen Zhaoci? What brings you here?"

As soon as she finished speaking, her waist was suddenly gripped tightly by a pair of warm and strong arms.

Wen Zhaoci leaned down, his hand firmly gripping her slender, fair nape, his strength gentle yet possessive, and he lowered his head to kiss her lips fiercely.

This kiss contained all the anxiety, unease, longing, and fear he had accumulated throughout the night. It was no longer the tender and lingering kiss of the past, but rather carried a hint of obsessive urgency and panic.

Sang Jiuning was slightly taken aback, but did not push him away. She subconsciously raised her hand to wrap around his neck and responded to his kiss gently and passionately.

The room was quiet, with only shallow breaths mingling.

The long kiss came to an end, and the two separated slightly, their breathing a little disordered.

Sang Jiuning leaned against the headboard, her sleepiness completely gone. Looking at the man with deep eyes in front of her, she instantly understood everything.

She spoke softly, her tone tinged with both helplessness and understanding: "You know everything, don't you?"

Wen Zhaoci gently combed her soft, long hair with one hand, while holding her waist tightly with the other. He lay half-reclined beside her, holding her firmly in his arms, his warm chest pressed against her, giving her a strong sense of security.

He responded softly, his voice deep and muffled: "Mm."

Sang Jiuning nestled in his warm embrace, her cheek pressed against his clothes, her voice muffled, tinged with grievance and helplessness: "My father... he's forcing us to divorce."

These words were like a tiny needle, piercing deeply into Wen Zhaoci's heart.

His slightly relaxed expression instantly turned completely somber, all the gentleness in his eyes vanished, leaving only a dark and deep aura, surging with a dangerous and obsessive atmosphere, and the temperature around him suddenly turned cold.

He looked down at the girl in his arms, his dark pupils fixed on her. He spoke slowly and deliberately, each word tinged with a cautious probing, and an almost morbid panic: "So, your wife is planning to listen to him, to divorce me, and leave me?"

He wasn't afraid of anyone's opposition or doubts, but he was afraid that Sang Jiuning would give in and abandon him.

Sang Jiuning looked at the unease and obsession that he couldn't hide in his eyes, and her heart softened. She was about to explain when her lips were once again sealed by the man's kiss.

Another tender, lingering kiss, filled with his uneasy possessiveness, as he repeatedly confirmed that it belonged to her.

Sang Jiuning was so dizzy from his kisses that all her words were stuck in her throat. Her consciousness gradually faded, and finally, in his gentle yet obsessive embrace, she closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Wen Zhaoci looked at the girl who was fast asleep and completely unguarded in his arms, and the gloom in his eyes still had not dissipated.

He gently held her soft body, his movements so tender they were almost unbelievable, as if afraid of waking the person in his arms.

The unease in his heart continued to grow wildly. The word "divorce" haunted him like a curse, keeping him up all night.

He was silent for a moment, then carefully picked her up and carried her away from Fu Yanchen's villa, returning to his own house.

He wanted to keep her by his side; only by seeing her with his own eyes and holding her in his arms could he feel a little at ease.

……

As dawn broke, the morning light streamed into the bedroom through the gaps in the curtains, gently falling on the bed.

Sang Jiuning slowly woke up amidst a quiet gaze.

She slowly opened her eyes, still somewhat dazed from sleep, and blinked unconsciously.

What came into view was a completely unfamiliar ceiling and an exquisitely decorated bedroom, with a soft and large bed, clean and cool furnishings, all exuding a simple and high-end style. It was not the room she had stayed in last night at all.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she instantly became much more alert. She sat up abruptly, looked around, and was filled with confusion.

This is where?

Just then, a gentle, deep voice sounded in my ear: "Wife, did you sleep well?"