The Marriage Partner Is The Villain Boss Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Xu Zhiyi still remembered the panic and helplessness she felt when her dress was torn open.

It wasn’t as exaggerated as the descriptions in smutty novels; the woman had simply grown impatient with the complicated zippers and snapped them with a pop, her cold eyes making no effort to hide her desire for her.

In that instant, Xu Zhiyi’s muddled brain finally regained its reason. She instinctively backed away, stumbling against the wall, only to have the woman’s arm wrap around her waist.

Her private space was further invaded. She could smell the pleasant sandalwood scent emanating from the other woman, which diluted the pungent smell of alcohol.

Don’t…

She barely managed to tremble out a single word before her lips were blocked.

Pei Qingyan’s kiss was fierce and urgent, as if she feared Xu Zhiyi would disappear the moment she let go. Her tongue pushed into her mouth unreasonably, forcing an entanglement.

Her breath seemed to be stained with the other’s scent as Xu Zhiyi leaned into the woman’s embrace. Even though the floor beneath her feet was icy cold, the skin touched by the other woman was so hot it startled her.

Her consciousness grew heavy. Xu Zhiyi breathed shallowly, allowing the other’s assault.

She didn’t know why Pei Qingyan had become like this. But as long as it was something the other woman wanted, there was never a time she wouldn’t give it.

Clink.

The wedding ring was tossed carelessly onto the floor, letting out a crisp thud.

A person like Jiang Huaian isn’t worth your tears.

The woman seemed to loathe the ring, her tone full of disdain. He thinks he can marry you? Hah.

She might as well have written the words “You are mine” across her face.

Perhaps the name Jiang Huaian had snapped her last nerve. Xu Zhiyi stared blankly at the dust-covered diamond ring, tears streaming uncontrollably from her eyes.

No… we can’t do this…

She struggled to escape the woman’s restraint.

But in the next second, Pei Qingyan relentlessly gripped her waist, pinning her within that narrow space.

Why is it okay for him, but not for me?

The woman’s exquisite features seemed coated in a layer of frost, flickering with an unprecedented gloom.

Tears blurred her vision. Xu Zhiyi opened her mouth, each word weighing heavily on her heart. If I’m with you… I won’t be able to face my family…

Finding a new lover on the very night her engagement was called off would not only sound bad if it got out, but her family would likely find her even more intolerable.

Xu Zhiyi craved familial affection. She hoped the parents who had ignored her since childhood would look at her just once more. To that end, she had compromised everything, even staking the happiness of the rest of her life.

A-Yan, let me go.

Her heart throbbed with pain. Xu Zhiyi didn’t dare look at the other’s expression, feeling the strength drain from her body bit by bit.

She didn’t think deeply about why she didn’t hate the woman’s intimate touch. After all, the current situation didn’t allow her much room for thought.

Suddenly, she felt a soft touch on her face. Her tears were gently wiped away, and she saw the dim look in Pei Qingyan’s eyes.

It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have forced you.

The woman draped a coat over her, then silently began to clean up the mess in the room.

Piling the wine bottles into a box, Pei Qingyan pursed her lips and, as if by accident, swept the ring inside to be thrown away as well.

Get some rest. I’ll contact a lawyer to handle those rumors online.

She left in a hurry, leaving behind only a lonely silhouette and a faint, lingering chill.

Xu Zhiyi curled up in the corner, her fingertips pressing hard against her temples, trying to recall the logic that had been evaporated by the alcohol.

She didn’t know why she felt so miserable—her tear ducts out of control, her chest tight with pain, more disheveled than she had ever been.

Clearly… even when her engagement was publicly called off, she had been able to maintain a smile and exchange pleasantries with the guests with proper etiquette.

Yet the Xu Zhiyi of six years later, after reuniting with Pei Qingyan, finally understood a little.

…

Not asleep yet? The arm the woman had around her tightened imperceptibly, pulling her closer into her embrace.

Xu Zhiyi gave a soft mm, not rejecting her closeness. I was thinking about what happened before.

That day… I might not have wanted you to leave.