Madam is a rebel, please surrender quickly

Qiao Yichen knelt on one leg on the sofa and leaned his tall body towards Su Zhixing.

His long, bony fingers pinched the woman's delicate jaw.

"Su Zhixing, how far have you and Song Zheyan come?"

"..."Su Zhixing was pushed against the corner of the sofa by the man's imposing manner.

She was seeing stars and felt dizzy.

She felt like a weak little bird, trapped in a cage with the man's tall shadow covering her 360 degrees.

Even if she flapped her wings hard, she would still be firmly controlled by him.

She had nowhere to escape and couldn't even fly away.

She felt unprecedentedly tired and just wanted to close her eyes and rest for a while.

This wasn’t the case before. Could she really be pregnant?

This ridiculous suspicion was quickly denied by Su Zhixing.

There is no way Qiao Yichen's contraceptive technique could be flawless.

Su Zhixing hung her hands, too weak to fight back, and even her voice was weak.

"Professor Qiao, you have always been a great doctor. Can't you see that what I want most now is to rest? Please don't disturb me."

Qiao Yichen's dark eyes darkened.

Her complexion was the same as usual, her breathing was steady, and she was not sick.

Although her little face, which was full of collagen, looked a little tired.

But what does this little fatigue mean to a 22-year-old girl like her?

Instead it was him, because after tossing and turning last night he left the room again and had a sleepless night.

On this day, he performed a major surgery and returned to the company to work on an important experiment. He hasn't closed his eyes since then.

As a result, the bottom of his eyes are still blue.

Who is more tired?

"Su Zhixing, you're asking for a divorce from me every day, just to be with Song Zheyan?"

"What?" Su Zhixing pursed her lips.

She didn't mean to meet Song Zheyan today.

Song Zheyan came to the Civil Affairs Bureau because he heard that his master and his wife had suddenly divorced.

Ni Huiyue happened to need to move some luggage, so she asked Song Zheyan for help.

Su Zhixing opened her mouth and wanted to explain.

But looking at the man's infuriatingly handsome face, she seemed to see the irritating scene of him and his young female assistant flirting with each other during work.

She swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue back, and the emotions that were suppressed in her chest surged into her heart.

He listened to the young female assistant and blocked her as she was told. Did she settle the score with him?

oppressive rule?

What right did he have to question her now?

Seeing the woman standing there in silence, Qiao Yichen suppressed his anger.

"Su Zhixing, I'm your husband, can't you just be a good boy and let me worry less?"

Do you think he is my husband now?

Su Zhixing lowered her eyelids to hide the turmoil in her eyes.

When he believed the slander and blocked her, did he ever think that he was her husband?

Su Zhixing pursed her lips and said, "Okay, I won't let Professor Qiao worry about you anymore. I promise that Professor Qiao will have peace of mind in the future."

He had blocked her, so even if she wanted him to worry about her, she couldn't contact him.

Su Zhixing opened her eyes weakly a crack, her gaze dull.

Suddenly, her eyes inadvertently fell on the man's shirt collar, and a strange feeling flashed through her mind.

The collar of his shirt was slightly open, and on his delicate collarbone, which was more beautiful than a woman's, there was a strawberry mark that was faintly visible in the collar of his shirt.

Su Zhixing felt a sharp pain in her eye sockets, and a faint layer of watery light appeared in her eyes.

She knew him. He always buttoned his shirt to the top button and rarely wore formal clothes in a casual manner.

Unless he had an affair with a woman in the company and was negligent and did not deduct the money in time.

Add to that the strawberry mark, and the evidence is irrefutable.

Don't tell her that he happened to forget to button his shirt and was kissed by a mosquito.

So be it.

Su Zhixing didn't want to say anything, but this posture seemed particularly ambiguous.

If you didn't know, you would think that this man was using all his strength to please her with difficult moves.

But what about the reality? She felt particularly ironic.

Su Zhixing's body stiffened with discomfort.

"Brother, can you move away? Don't get so close to me, I feel like I'm suffocating."

Seeing the woman's bad attitude, Qiao Yichen felt a gleam of fire in his eyes.

"It's only natural for me to be with my wife. Who dares to say a word about me?"

Having said that, not only did he not leave, his handsome body pressed further against the woman's soft body.

The two of them suddenly pressed tightly together, their body temperature quickly transferred to each other.

Su Zhixing glared at the man.

Did he take the wrong medicine today? Was his soul changed by that young female assistant?

It is said that no matter how rational a man is, once he meets a new love, he may be overwhelmed by the novelty. It seems to be true.

When Su Zhixing thought of the female assistant, she felt the anger in her chest rising up.

Su Zhixing took a deep breath to calm herself, not angry, not angry.

It's just a spiritual betrayal. He has betrayed her physically as well. Why does she still care about what type of betrayal it is?

It's not worth getting angry.

She spoke calmly.

"Brother, our marriage is dead in name only, and all that's missing is a divorce agreement. Since we each have our own emotional sustenance, let's not force ourselves to be together..."

"In name only? Emotional sustenance?"

These words were like a sharp sword, ruthlessly piercing Qiao Yichen's heart.

She really likes Song Zheyan!

Qiao Yichen's handsome face was so gloomy that water could be squeezed out of it, and his thin crimson lips were pursed into a dangerous arc.

"Su Zhixing, tell me honestly, have we not had sex? It has been less than 24 hours since we had sex last night. Is this a marriage in name only? Or do you want it again—"

Qiao Yichen drew out the last syllable of his voice, his tone full of danger and threat.

Su Zhixing's heart tightened and her eyes flashed with fear.

He was the man who raised her.

He shouldn't be so inhumane as to do something to her while she is weak, right?

She couldn't bear his torture anymore, both physically and mentally...