Chapter 11

Jiang Ciyou’s eyes flashed with a hint of surprise.

“I really didn’t know. Miss Bo didn’t say anything. She only mentioned that this room has been unoccupied for years.”

Bo Jinxiu raised his eyebrows slightly. “What she said isn’t wrong. I’ve been living in the Green Villa for the past three years.”

The mention of the Green Villa made the atmosphere awkward.

Bo Jinxiu noticed a faint blush appear on Jiang Ciyou’s cheeks.

His mood brightened considerably.

“Change your clothes first, and we’ll talk later.”

Jiang Ciyou realized she was still in the process of undressing.

However, changing clothes under such a scrutinizing gaze was quite a challenge for her composure.

“Master Bo, you must have heard of the rule ‘do not look if it’s inappropriate.'”

Bo Jinxiu laughed.

He walked over and sat down on the sofa where Jiang Ciyou had placed her clothes.

His gaze on her became even more unrestrained. “I haven’t heard of that; I haven’t read much.”

The man before her, who was so blatantly behaving inappropriately, seemed like the same person she had been involved with for three years.

But Jiang Ciyou was not one to be easily embarrassed.

They both knew how many times they had been together.

What should be seen and what shouldn’t have long been seen countless times.

Jiang Ciyou calmly set down her qipao and went to pick up the clothes that Bo Xinyi had prepared on the sofa.

Beneath the qipao, she wore a set of cream-colored lingerie.

At this moment, it was fully revealed before the man.

The man’s pupils dilated suddenly.

Jiang Ciyou’s figure was excellent—her waist was slim, like a deadly curved blade, but she had the right amount of curves where it mattered.

Her undulating body was like a richly painted oil painting.

The sensation of her soft, smooth skin continuously impacted the man’s mind.

Eventually, his long arm reached out and grabbed Jiang Ciyou’s arm.

As Jiang Ciyou’s fingers touched the clothes, she and the clothes fell into the man’s embrace.

A fiery and intense kiss swept over her.

Jiang Ciyou pushed him twice but couldn’t move him.

She stopped resisting.

She had experienced how captivating this man’s kiss could be before.

Since she could enjoy it for free once more.

Why not?

Just as the two were deeply immersed in their passionate kiss, Jiang Ciyou’s phone suddenly rang.

Jiang Ciyou tried to push the man off her. “There’s a phone call.”

“So what?” The man, already deeply engrossed, had no intention of letting her go so easily. His large hand slid down her perfect waist, preparing for the next move.

Jiang Ciyou, however, smiled and said, “It’s my husband’s call. I need to take it.”

The single sentence instantly killed the man’s interest. He got up from Jiang Ciyou.

Jiang Ciyou took the opportunity to answer the phone.

“Where have you been?” Yan Feng’s voice was much clearer now, though still not gentle.

“My clothes were stained with red wine. I’ll change and be right there.”

“You’re always so troublesome.”

Yan Feng hung up after speaking.

Jiang Ciyou started to get dressed.

The yellow camisole paired with dark jeans made her look casual yet sexy.

Her face could handle any style.

“Jiang Ciyou, let’s talk.”

After changing, Jiang Ciyou looked at Bo Jinxiu.

“About what?”

“Leave Yan Feng and come to me.”

Jiang Ciyou laughed.

Bo Jinxiu frowned. “What are you laughing at?”

“Are you asking me to give up being Mrs. Yan to become your secret lover?”

“Are you so attached to being Mrs. Yan?”

“Of course. Although the Yan family isn’t as wealthy as the Bo family, it’s still quite well-off. Being the lady of the Yan family is far more glamorous than being your hidden lover.”

“I don’t intend to make you a secret lover.”

“Then do you want to marry me?”

Bo Jinxiu looked at the woman before him, who was smiling so alluringly, with a furrowed brow.

The man fell silent.

Jiang Ciyou, unconcerned, smiled and twirled her long wavy hair.

“Master Bo, it’s just a game. Why take it seriously?”

“For the past three years, you’ve enjoyed yourself, and so have I. You don’t mind my neglect and frivolity, and I don’t mind your deceit and pretense. We can part ways amicably, okay?”

Jiang Ciyou couldn’t understand the man’s mindset.

Even though he was a man of privilege, he seemed content to be her kept man.

Reflecting on the past three years, she realized she had been quite neglectful—sometimes not answering calls, standing him up, or taking out her frustrations on him.

She had treated him as a pet, a source of emotional support, to summon and dismiss at will.

Had she known his true identity, she admitted she would never have dared to engage with him.

Yet, despite everything, he had never revealed his identity.

Why?

Was the heir to the capital’s elite naturally masochistic?

The man’s eyes darkened, his pale skin making him look like an angry vampire.

As if ready to pounce and drain her blood.

“Jiang Ciyou, do you love your husband?”

“Of course. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have married him.”

“He has a mistress.”

“I know.”

“He doesn’t love you.”

“I know.”

“Then why do you still love him?”

“I grew up with him. We were childhood sweethearts. That kind of bond isn’t something others can understand. Maybe there are misunderstandings between us now, but I believe that one day, he will come back to me.”

Jiang Ciyou no longer loved Yan Feng.

She had resolved to separate from him.

But she intended to leave him on her own terms, not because of someone else’s pressure.

She hoped her words would quickly cut through the confusion and make the prince give up entirely.

“So, he’s unfaithful, and you keep me as a means to get back at your husband?”

Jiang Ciyou was taken aback for a moment.

She admitted honestly, “Yes, that’s true.”

She added, “But I didn’t know your true identity. If I had, I wouldn’t have dared to provoke you.”

Bo Jinxiu laughed.

The sarcasm was evident on his face.

“Didn’t expect that after three years, I, Bo Jinxiu, am still just a tool for someone’s revenge. Jiang Ciyou, you’re truly something.”

Seeing the man’s expression, Jiang Ciyou had a sudden, unpleasant premonition.

Sure enough, the next moment, the man stood up.

His tall frame blocked her way like a mountain.

Bo Jinxiu gripped Jiang Ciyou’s chin.

“Jiang Ciyou, no one can use me as a tool and then discard me. If anyone is to do the discarding, it will be me.”

With that, Bo Jinxiu strode out of the room.

Jiang Ciyou stood there for a moment before leaving the room as well.

Yan Feng had sobered up considerably after throwing up.

Seeing Jiang Ciyou dressed, he didn’t ask about the situation.

After the banquet ended, Jiang Ciyou and Yan Feng bid farewell to the host and left Lushan Villa.

Jiang Ciyou opened the car window, feeling inexplicably frustrated.

It seemed she had provoked a formidable opponent.

Once the car entered the city, it stopped at a subway entrance.

Yan Feng, eyes closed, didn’t even glance at Jiang Ciyou. “Jiang Ciyou, I have plans tonight and won’t be going back to the old house. You’ll have to take a taxi back yourself.”