"Babe, today is the third anniversary of our marriage. You—"
Before she could finish her words, the line went dead. But it did not affect her mood at all.
Anyway, three years had passed, and she had long since grown used to the indifference of Bo Shengye.
These were all her own fault. If she hadn't threatened him with the unborn baby, she probably wouldn't have been qualified to step into the Bo family for the rest of her life.
Calmly, Ning Kexing set down the phone, put on the apron, and slowly walked into the kitchen. There, she began preparing the ingredients for tonight's dinner.
Bo Group was a famous business magnate in Country E.
She'd lost count of the women who had wanted to marry the president of the group, Bo Shengye. She'd stood out from the crowd only because she was scheming enough.
Therefore, over the years, no one in the Bo family had paid any attention to her.
Among them, the one who hated her most was none other than her husband, Bo Shengye.
A wry smile escaped from Ning Kexing's lips as she put the tray in her hand into the oven. Every year on the day of their anniversary, she would prepare a table of abundant dishes and wait for her husband who was slowly withdrawing from her.
Despite being keenly aware that there was a high chance these dishes would be left untouched, she still enjoyed it.
At the very least, she would tell herself, "Happy Anniversary!"
Even when she was the only one invested in the marriage, her happiness was unaffected.
The door was pushed open at eight o'clock in the evening, and in strolled Bo Shengye.
As soon as he entered the house, he walked straight to the woman in the house, grabbing her waist rudely, ready to force himself on her.
Ning Kexing, stunned, tried to push the man away.
That night, Bo Shengye pinned her hands behind her and kissed her aggressively. At the moment when their lips intertwined and their teeth knocked into each other's, he bit her lips as if teasing her. The metallic smell of blood spread in their mouths.
"Uh... let go of me!"
She struggled, trying to escape.
With barefaced disgust in his deep black eyes, the man let go of her and said brusquely, "Don't try to play hard to get with me. You got me to come home all because you wanted this, didn't you?"
The color drained from her face as she shook her head and forced a smile.
"No, today is our anniversary. I have a gift for you. I'm sure you will like it."
A gift?
Bo Shengye snorted coldly. "Stay as far away from me. Don't let me see your face. That, my love, is the best gift."
Ning Kexing felt a twinge in her heart. She picked up the newly opened 1982 Lafite on the table, poured a glass, and said to herself, "Happy third anniversary."
Bo Shengye sneered. He didn't even look at her and went upstairs without looking back. His time was very precious. He didn't have time to listen to her drunken nonsense.
In the bedroom, he tugged off his tie, exasperated. Today, his temple had been throbbing as if something bad was going to happen.
But he couldn't tell what it was.
To have become so sensitive, he must have been infected by the woman downstairs who was always trying to play the perfect wife.
Just as he was annoyed, a pair of soft hands wrapped around his waist, and the strong smell of alcohol filled his nostrils.
Under the warm light, Ning Kexing's flushed face was particularly attractive, and her voice was sensual.
"Aren't you curious about my gift for you?"
Bo Shengye turned around and looked down at her. He, who was taller than her, gave off an invisible sense of oppression.
He would have scared her half to death in normal times.
But today, all she felt was a kind of Zen that surprised even herself.
She looked up at him, her eyes full of love and yearning.
He frowned and looked at the woman in his arms.
Her big eyes were full of tears, her cherry-like mouth slightly opened, and there was a bewitching mole under the corner of her eye...
In fact, Ning Kexing was an excellent beauty in the entertainment circle.
Otherwise, she would not have been able to sleep with the president so easily.
At this moment, when he looked down at her, not only could he see her white neck, but also the attractive scenery under her collarbone...
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and a strong desire took over his rationality. He kissed her attractive lips without hesitation.
If he hadn't reacted at this time, he wouldn't be a normal man!
Ning Kexing reciprocated. She hooked her straight and white legs around his waist, and he carried her to bed.
Bo Shengye kissed her lips skillfully and moved downward slowly.
When a series of fine kisses fell on her body, she groaned unconsciously. Her eyes were blurred, with a bit of lust, and she responded to him.
The man suddenly stopped and said sarcastically, "I thought you didn't want it."
Ning Kexing clung to him and whispered, "Shengye, I love you..."
Bo Shengye seemed to be very satisfied with the woman's assertiveness. He snuck his hand under Ning Kexing's brassiere and fondled her soft bosom.
Just as he was about to ravish this seductive woman, he suddenly heard her calm and firm voice.
"But I can't hold on any longer."
"Shengye, let's get a divorce."