My Ex-Wife Disappeared for Years and Had My Babies-Chapter 184 - 135: Song Ziyuan, How Much Do You Hate Me?

Chapter 184 -135: Song Ziyuan, How Much Do You Hate Me?

Seeing his lips descending, Su Nian felt a bit panicked inside, but her face remained composed with a smile. She turned her head to avoid the kiss, which landed on the side of her face, and gently pushed his body away. Rubbing her little feet against his calf, she looked into his eyes and said, “President Shen, weren’t we agreed that I would take care of you tonight?”

Shen Hanxiu smiled. Her offbeat behavior was a clear sign that she had some tricks up her sleeve.

He was curious to see what kind of tactics she would deploy.

His light smile was seductive. Slowly, he stood up without taking his eyes off her for a moment. His voice blended with the soft sound of the waves outside the window, low and husky: “Let’s see if your skills have improved over the past four years.”

Su Nian cursed him in her heart for his shamelessness, but she kept a smile on her face and behaved provocatively. She gently pushed him away and placed her small hand on his chest, asking, “What if after I’ve taken care of you, you go back on your word?”

Shen Hanxiu lifted her chin, giving a half-smile: “Can’t you even trust me?”

Su Nian turned away, shifting her chin out of his grasp: “Don’t you also mistrust me? I told you to handle the matter for me first, but you still doubted me, didn’t you?”

Shen Hanxiu chuckled lightly: “Doubting you is the lesson I learned from trusting you too much.”

He had been deceived by her more than once or twice before. Didn’t he understand her little schemes?

“Without trust, how can we make a deal?”

Su Nian pretended to be angry and turned her head away. What she needed to do now was to persuade Shen Hanxiu to sort out Ziyan’s issue first. After that, she’d find an opportunity to make her getaway.

But before she knew it, her entire body was lifted onto his lap, and she felt something unusually…

His breath lightly tickled her ear as his pride pressed against her with a question: “Su Nian, do you think I’m in the mood to negotiate terms with you now?”

Su Nian was so stiff she dared not move, her face turned red, and even her fake smile disappeared.

Stay calm!

She grabbed his hands with both of hers, gently moved them away, and then stood up, stepping out of the danger zone with a look of dissatisfaction: “President Shen, if you don’t show any sincerity, how can we talk?”

“Sincerity?” He still wore an indifferent expression, calm and composed, “How can I show you sincerity?”

“People say it’s a transaction of cash against delivery. Even if you don’t pay now, you should at least show me the money.”

Shen Hanxiu quickly understood what she meant. Turning around, he opened the tablet on the bedside table, tapped a few times, and handed it to Su Nian: “I’ve already written the email; it just needs to be sent with one click. Is that sincere enough?”

Su Nian stared straight at the tablet, wanting to quickly reach out and hit the send button, but damn it! There was a password on the interface!

Before she could react, Shen Hanxiu had already put away the tablet and tossed it aside, “Shall we begin?”

Su Nian put on a smile, glanced at the computer by the bed, and got on her knees beside him.

Grabbing his hands, their fingers interlocked, and she slowly laid him down.

She could clearly feel his hands gripping her tightly, the corners of his mouth curling up with an interested smile.

Su Nian couldn’t care less now; she had to bewitch him first before she could get a chance to grab that tablet.

Straddling him, she withdrew her hands and slowly began to unbutton his shirt, one by one, while her eyes glanced at a necktie on the bedside.

Shen Hanxiu had little resistance to her in the first place, especially not in this situation.

Watching her enchanting behavior, he really wanted to turn the tables, yet he wanted to enjoy her “methodical approach” patiently.

Her small hands lightly touched his bare upper body. Just as he was about to lift her up a bit, Su Nian thought he was going to cop a feel again and immediately grabbed his hands, her face slightly flushed, yet she continued to smile.

Holding his distinctly jointed hands, she glanced at the necktie again and whispered, “President Shen, let’s try something special tonight? You won’t move, and I’ll take care of you throughout.”

He was tied up with a necktie, not resisting, letting her do as she pleased.

Su Nian brought his hands together, wound the necktie around them, and knotted them tightly with all her strength. She gritted her teeth as she pulled, but still smiled at him to keep him from sensing anything amiss: “I’m tying it tightly, so you won’t be able to help yourself later.”

Looking at her earnestly tying the knot, he found her even more alluring.

Taking advantage of his gaze on her, Su Nian tied the excess length of tie to the bed frame…

She chuckled secretly in her heart. Even heroes are no match for the charms of a beautiful woman—no matter how crafty the man, he can still be caught in a beauty trap!

The usually astute Shen Hanxiu was now being played like a monkey by her, thoroughly enthralled. Su Nian laughed inwardly, feeling greatly satisfied.

However, she was so engrossed in her joy that she failed to notice the composed smile on the man’s face.

“President Shen, do you feel comfortable?”

“I thought you hadn’t even started.”

Su Nian smiled, tied the knot, and immediately felt a sense of relief, feeling victory within reach.

Thinking of how annoying this man had been recently, Su Nian decided to indulge in a little mischief.

She slowly leaned over him, her nose accidentally bumping against his, lips opposed to his but not touching.

Her movements were very slow. Shen Hanxiu was in no hurry, lying steadily, not blinking even once.

Just when Shen Hanxiu thought she was about to kiss him…

The soft clapping sound broke the ambiance, produced by none other than Su Nian.

The coy smile was replaced with smugness. Just now, she had swiftly straightened up and smacked Shen Hanxiu’s face, cursing him with two words: “Pervert!”

She then rolled out of bed, picked up the tablet at the bedside, and demanded in an interrogative tone, “What’s the password?”

When she looked up at him, Su Nian was startled to find not a trace of anger on his face. At that moment, he was even looking at her with a light smile, replying briefly to her question, “You know it.”

Su Nian fell silent, then tried to enter an eight-digit number on the tablet: 12220704.

It was their birthday, the only password she knew was this one.

Seeing the mailbox opened, Su Nian’s heart was filled with too many emotions, the joy of success, but also regret and sourness.

At this point, why was he still using this password?

Her birthday…

They say the most beautiful words of love are when the password is your birthday.

Indeed, at this moment, her heart had softened a great deal.

Only when she caught his seemingly smiling gaze did Su Nian snap back to reality, any touch of emotion immediately gone, thoughts gathered, she promptly pressed the “send” button.

“I thought you had forgotten,” his voice rose faintly, carrying a trace of resentment.

She roughly knew what he meant – his birthday had recently passed without any acknowledgment from her, not even a simple happy birthday wish.

Su Nian didn’t reply, and immediately stood up to leave: “President Shen, have someone come to untie me in the morning. I am leaving now, you…”

Before she could finish speaking, Su Nian was struck dumb! What did she see? What was that?

The legendary Bone Shrinking Technique?

She clearly remembered tying the knots tightly enough to cause blood pooling if not loosened in a few minutes, yet what she saw now was his slightly larger hand, slowly shrinking out from the knot of the necktie…

Not good.

Su Nian had no time to watch the “acrobatic performance,” she didn’t even bother to put on her slippers, just lifted her foot and headed for the door.

However, the door had barely opened a crack before it was “bang” shut, and once again she was thrown onto the large bed, her head spinning.

“Let me take care of you, just focus on studying.”

“President Shen, I was wrong!”

“Who’s the lecher?”

“Me! I am the lecher!”

He generously said, “Then I will show you lewdness now.”

…

The room was noisy, yet the hallway was dead silent, the carpeted floor masking even the sound of footsteps.

The man stopped in front of room 303, the attendant behind him using a spare keycard to open the door.

“President Tang, it’s in here.”

“Mhm.” Tang Shaosheng responded lightly, entering the room.

Pressing the switch by the door, he illuminated the darkened room.

The strong light caused the woman asleep on the bed to stir, she opened her eyes confusedly and looked at him.

Her sleepiness instantly vanished, as if recalling last night’s ordeal, Song Ziyuan immediately sat up with the blanket wrapped around her, watching him warily.

While he was being affectionate with other women, he didn’t care that she was his wife; when he needed her, he would oppress her with marital obligations.

Tang Shaosheng felt annoyed when he saw the wariness in her eyes, her pleasant smile never intended for him.

Seeing him approaching the bed, Song Ziyuan’s grip tightened, her knuckles turning white due to the force, her eyes struggling with something.

As his hand reached out, Song Ziyuan instinctively shrank her neck to dodge.

Tang Shaosheng’s hand paused, his cold gaze scrutinizing her; he merely wanted to check if she was feeling better, but now anger was rising within him.

Seeing him withdraw his hand to start removing his jacket.

Song Ziyuan’s breath quickened noticeably, her hands being held by him, she couldn’t even converse with him.

It seemed as if last night’s tempest was about to replay…

Her resistance was useless, up until he let go of her hands to start undressing her.

Song Ziyuan immediately reached under the pillow, her hand finding the fruit knife…

If the only way out was death, she would drag him down with her. Such a person, if left in the world, would only be a hazard.

Just as the knife was grasped in her hand, not yet lifted, the head that was buried in her neck suddenly rose.

The silver fruit knife, reflecting the light, caught Tang Shaosheng’s dark eyes.

The hand holding the knife was immediately overpowered by him, Song Ziyuan’s heart also racing with panic.

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Her intention wasn’t to kill, now her hand, trembling with fear, was shaking violently.

“Song Ziyuan, how much do you hate me?” he sneered menacingly, seizing her hand.

Song Ziyuan turned her eyes away, her shoulders trembling as she began to cry without a voice, even without her speaking, Tang Shaosheng could see that the beauty within her was worn away by him; those once hopeful eyes now full of despair, as if he heard her hoarsely saying: please let me go.

Thinking that she had just tried to kill someone, Song Ziyuan’s heart shook tremendously, her head bowed, if not for his grip, the knife would have fallen to the floor.

As she became absent-minded, the hand holding the knife was yanked by his strength toward himself…

Song Ziyuan looked up, startled, her eyes widening as she watched him…