When Wen Han-woo saw that she didn't refute him, he took it as a silent agreement. In an instant, it was as though a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, extinguishing the fire that had just risen in his heart. His originally cold gaze was now completely malicious.
He reached out and grabbed Xin Wan's neck. He didn't control his strength at all. Probably because he was really angry, he spat coldly at her face. "Tong Xin Wan, are you really that desperate for a man? You're really — dirty! "
She held her breath and waved her hands futilely in the air. After a while, when she felt like she was really going to suffocate, the man on top of her released her. This time, he didn't seem to have any reluctance as he got off her body. He reached out and adjusted his collar. He didn't want to take another look at her, so he turned around.
Xinwan supported herself with one hand on the sofa and took deep breaths. Wen Han-woo's cold and hard back was facing her. She secretly raised her head a few times to look at the man's tense body in front of her. Actually, she knew very well that this was not the time to go against him, but this was a rare opportunity —
Lying wasn't something she was good at. It wasn't easy for her to muster up the courage to take the blame for herself. For the sake of her son, she didn't care about her reputation and innocence. Now that she had opened her mouth in front of Wen Han-woo, she didn't want to give up halfway.
She took a deep breath and gently coughed a few times. After she caught her breath, she quickly struck while the iron was hot and continued to challenge his bottom line. She was determined to force him to say those words.
"Yes, I'm not clean, but you're not that clean either. Neither of us can blame the other, right? It's not a big deal to begin with, but Young Master Wen, you look so bitter and resentful right now. People who don't know better would really think that you like me very much. Now, you're sad because I'm with another man? "
"I'm sad? Tong Xinwan, other than being shameless, you're also thinking too much. "
"Then divorce me! Why won't you divorce me? You've already received the divorce agreement, haven't you? You're not willing to sign, what's the reason? I'm just a dirty woman. Is it worth it for Young Master Wen to spend so much effort on me? "
Wen Han-woo suddenly turned around and looked down at the woman on the sofa. He was really enraged. His delicate facial features were cold. His eyes were burning with anger, as if they could burn people to ashes.
Xinwan felt her scalp go numb from his sharp gaze, but she had no choice but to force herself to face him calmly.
Wen Han-woo looked at her and laughed. His tone was full of contempt and sarcasm. "You're really willing to do anything for Qin Fangang. I know that you're trying to provoke me, but Tong Xinwan, do you really want a divorce? Sure, I'll fulfill your wish. I don't want to bother a woman like you. "
After he finished speaking, he picked up Xinwan's jacket from the side and threw it on her with a look of disgust. "Do you really think I'd like a body like yours? Go back and tell your father. If you dare to mess with Wen Han-woo, you'll have to be prepared to be passive. His daughter is so shameless. If we meet in the business world in the future, don't blame me for not warning you beforehand. Someone will pay for what you did today. "
Xinwan's body was still trembling when she walked out of the clubhouse.
She tightened the jacket around her body, as if she had just come back from a battlefield. Her entire body was weak and weak. When she took a deep breath, she could still smell the strong and domineering scent of that man.
She felt that she had really gone crazy.
When did she remember Wen Han-woo's scent so clearly?
She shook her head and pursed her lips slightly. She reached out and wiped her face. Then she found her car at the entrance of the clubhouse. When she opened the car door and got in, she pressed her temple with one hand. She used a little too much strength, but her head still hurt.
Not far away at the corner of the street, in a black Bentley, the man had one elbow on the car window. Between his fingers was a half-smoked cigarette. In the narrow car, the white smoke lingered in front of him. The light was not very bright, just enough to hide half of the man's face. It was dark and unclear, but the temperature in the car was very low.
The chauffeur secretly observed the man sitting in the back through the rearview mirror several times. He did not say a word, so the chauffeur naturally did not dare to drive.
After about two minutes, the chauffeur was about to ask if he wanted to turn on the stereo when the man in the back finally said, "Drive back to the office."
The chauffeur hurriedly responded and started the engine. Soon, the car directly entered the traffic.
It was already 20 minutes later when they arrived at the Wen Corporation. Wen Han-woo got out of the car. He did not even put on his jacket. His shirt was tucked into his trousers. He strode towards the elevator. The people who passed by him nodded one by one and greeted him respectfully. However, the man did not even look at them. His face was gloomy, and it was obvious that he was not in a good mood.
His hands were in the pockets of his trousers. Two fingers of his left hand were in his trousers pocket, but they were gently rubbing against them.
He did not know why, but he felt that there was still some of that woman's saliva on his fingertips. However, it did not seem sticky at all. He only felt that his fingertips were a little hot.
When he entered the office, he called for his chief secretary. Without giving himself any extra time, he simply instructed her, "Go and get the divorce agreement that Tong Xinwan sent over."
Chen Fangfei was stunned. She opened her mouth and said, "President Wen, the divorce agreement?"
"Is there a problem?"
"Uh, no. I'll go and get it now."
Xinwan had already asked Tan Ji to draft the divorce agreement. She had sent a copy of it over. At that time, Wen Han-woo did not intend to sign it at all. Chen Fangfei casually put the divorce agreement aside. Now, she even searched for it for a long time. Fortunately, it did not go missing.
After she sent it in, she watched as Wen Han-woo patiently read two pages of the divorce agreement. In the end, she still could not control her mouth. "President Wen, are you really going to divorce Mrs. Wen?"
"Secretary Chen, I realize that sometimes you are quite dutiful. You call her Mrs. Wen very smoothly."
Chen Fangfei was already used to her boss's sarcastic tone. She pursed her lips and smiled slightly. "This is what I should do. After all, she is still Mrs. Wen. I can't really call her Miss Tong, right?"
Wen Han-woo skimmed through the divorce agreement quickly. The moment he heard Chen Fangfei's words, his slender fingers tapped on the last page of the document. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Chen Fangfei ambiguously. "Then, do you prefer to call her Mrs. Wen or Miss Tong?"
What does he mean?
Secretary Chen's mind went blank for a moment. However, since she was able to become Wen Han-woo's chief secretary, she certainly had her own strengths. She quickly smiled recklessly and asked, "President Wen, I think you'd better ask yourself this question. Do you prefer me to call her Mrs. Wen or Miss Tong?"
Wen Han-woo's face darkened. Chen Fangfei knew that it was time for her to leave. She hurriedly waved her hand and said, "Ah, President Wen, I just remembered that I have an important meeting tomorrow. I'll go and prepare the documents."
She then pointed at the divorce agreement in Wen Han-woo's hand and said, "President Wen, if you really sign it, I'll come in to collect it."
Wen Han-woo was furious. Did everyone in the world think that he would not sign it? She was just a woman. What kind of woman could he not have? Since a woman like Tong Xinwan wanted a divorce, he would fulfill her wish!
As if to prove that he didn't have any feelings for her that he shouldn't have, he frowned and picked up the fountain pen beside him. He flipped to the last page and quickly signed his name.
Wen Han-woo — —
The three words on the back of the paper and the three delicate words "Tong Xinwan" both appeared on the agreement. The two completely different auras combined. This business marriage that had lasted for six years seemed to have come to an end.
Xinwan did not have a good night's rest. Recently, she had been traveling between America and City B, so she could not adjust to the time difference. In addition, she was constantly worried about her son. She had originally thought that they could chat over the phone for a while. However, Xiao Youran said that after Xiao Yu returned home, he went to bed. Xinwan could not call him for the rest of the night. But now, her son was in City B, and she could not be with him. It was really a form of "sweet torture."
She did not have a good night's rest. When she woke up the next day, she inevitably had two panda eyes.
Xin Wan was in the bathroom. After a simple wash up, she thought about it and decided to put on some light makeup to make herself look more energetic.
She went downstairs and happened to see Tong Qing Meng instructing the servants in the kitchen to prepare something. When she saw her daughter, she smiled and called out to her, "Wanwan, you're up? Did you rest well last night? "
"It's okay. Tantalum. "
Xinwan responded casually. She glanced at the dining room but did not see Jiang Youyi. She recalled that after slapping her last night, he left in a huff. She had not seen her father until now.
"Mom, where's Dad?"
Tong Qing Meng shook her head. "He went to the office early in the morning." "Yes."
When she saw her daughter's disappointed and guilty look, she immediately changed the topic. She pulled Xinwan into the kitchen and asked the servants to leave first. Then she carefully closed the sliding door of the kitchen. "Wanwan, I specially asked the servants to prepare a nutritious meal for you for breakfast."
Tong Qing Meng pointed at the white stuff on the table. Xinwan smelled it and thought it was something like milk or cereal. There was even some bird's nest on the side. She instantly lost her appetite.
She had been living in the United States all these years, but she had always had a soft spot for Chinese food. However, she didn't like to eat things that were too fatty, and she didn't like sweets either. She liked to eat something light for breakfast, and she would usually make some porridge for herself.
"Mom, I don't need these. I'll be fine with some porridge."
Tong Qing Meng glared at her. "Are you kidding me? Aren't you pregnant? You're about two months pregnant now. You should take good care of yourself. "
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