They clearly created their own mess, yet they insist on dragging me into it?

Unable to bear her father’s struggle, Bai Meixue finally turned around and walked downstairs, but her gaze did not fall upon the mother and daughter—she looked at her father instead.

Poor dad, being cuckolded without even knowing!

And still controlled by that woman in every way?

Oh, poor dad!

"Dad, I know. I’ll find Wen Yajun and ask him to find a way to help my sister," Bai Meixue said, her gaze dimmed with sorrow.

But she really didn’t want to see that man for even a minute.

Sure enough, after she said this, everyone in the Bai Family began to smile, except Bai Meixue, because she knew that this request was not so simple.

She became increasingly convinced that she absolutely could not tell the Bai Family the truth at this moment.

She was no longer Wen Yajun’s wife; she was his ex-wife now.

The difference between a wife and an ex-wife is just one word, but worlds apart!

She could fully imagine if they knew the truth, she would be faced with a torrent of saliva, tears, or disdain that couldn’t be described.

Bai Meixue sighed deeply in her heart and turned back to quietly go upstairs amid the smiles of everyone.

"Meixue, eat something; you can’t starve like this," her father Bai Tengfei’s voice sounded behind her, full of concern.

"Have the servant bring it to my room; I want to surf the internet for a while," Bai Meixue replied and quickly returned to her room.

Once she shut the door, she realized the weight of the promise she had made.

"What to do? Oh... so annoying, so annoying..." Bai Meixue tugged at her hair, feeling annoyed. She suddenly felt her previously smooth long hair inexplicably tangling.

Thinking of Wen Yajun’s nasty face, her heart tightened as if a cat was scratching at it.

Restlessness, anxiety, and a certain amount of anger and bad mood surged deep inside, making it impossible for her to remain calm.

...

The next day, at Wen Corporation.

Bai Meixue stood in front of the towering building, took a deep breath, quickly adjusted her emotions, and without hesitating, walked into the building.

She had worked here for a few days before, so she was quite familiar with everything and managed to see Wen Yajun without much hassle.

Dressed in a black suit, exuding a domineering and cold aura, Wen Yajun sat at the Osaka Platform, looking over documents, seemingly ignoring the presence of the woman before him as if she were just air.

Instantly, Bai Meixue felt a sense of embarrassment, as if caught off guard.

"Mr. Wen, I’ve come to ask you something today..." Bai Meixue spoke, feeling very insecure, her eyes flickering nervously not at him but at the floor.

Her hands gripped the edge of her clothes; she was inexplicably tense.

At this moment, she really couldn’t understand why she had to stand here like someone who had made a mistake, begging someone in a low voice.

If she could, she would turn around and leave this office, this place that made her very uncomfortable.

Suddenly.

"What?" Wen Yajun seemed to hear something amusing, lifted his head, and glanced at the woman standing in front of him.

Without waiting for her to speak, Wen Yajun directly ridiculed her, "I thought you came today to try throwing your high heels at my face again? I’m quite interested in knowing how accurate you are."

Wen Yajun spoke as he played with a fine pen in his hands, his deep black eyes carrying a dismissive cold light, scoffing at the woman’s humble demeanor. It really was just the same as before.

"I thought you were so proud at heart? Instead, you turn out to be so lowly! The Bai Family’s women are truly disappointing," Wen Yajun taunted coldly, the cold light in his eyes releasing every minute, as if he particularly enjoyed the pleasure of mocking others.

Bai Meixue didn’t know how she stood in the luxurious CEO’s office hearing these words, at that moment feeling like thorns were growing in the soles of her feet, making it hard to stand.

Her face flushed burning red, her eyeballs turning red fiercely.

Just because she had slept with him to save her father before, did she have to endure his humiliation now?

But how could she go back and explain to her father? What if Bai Lanlan ended up in court and got sentenced?

"Sorry, I made a mistake coming here, you’re busy." Bai Meixue whispered, turned quickly around.

Pride wouldn’t allow her to endure such insult, determined she didn’t want to stay in this place anymore. At this moment, she didn’t care about anything.

But before she took several steps, the man’s domineering voice behind froze the entire atmosphere, "Stop!"

Wen Yajun had already stood up from the leather Osaka chair and walked over to the woman.

Bai Meixue sensitively tilted her body, her steps involuntarily retreating. She could feel the man’s strong aura pressing towards her, making her feel immense pressure.

But Bai Meixue’s instinctive retreat allowed Wen Yajun a quick advance, while Bai Meixue retreated hurriedly once more.

"What are you doing?" Bai Meixue, in panic, widened her big amber eyes, only to be cornered by Wen Yajun against the wall.

Bai Meixue tried to dodge to the side quickly, but it was too late, with a slap, a kabedon, the man propped a hand beside her head, blocking her way.

His oppressive words enticingly laced the air, "Is this your surface act, another layer behind? Are you trying to act tough or play cheap? Bai Meixue, truly hard to figure you out."

"Tell me... is your heart as cheap as this?" Wen Yajun smirked, his gaze carrying frivolousness and rebellion, looking into her eyes filled with mockery.

Bai Meixue’s eyes reddened, her arms stiffened, and she quickly slapped him hard.

For some reason, all her mannered restraint turned into anger in front of this man!

But faster than anticipated, Wen Yajun raised his arm, grabbing her wrist with speed.

"Trying to slap again? Truly your instinct, huh?" Wen Yajun said, squeezing hard, his dark eyes filled with hidden shadow.