Be Good, Don't Divorce Me

Before the engagement, Wen Zhiyi saw her future fiancé kissing someone else with her own eyes.

She slapped him and called off the marriage alliance on the spot.

Her ex-fiancé clutched his cheek and sneered. "Once you leave me, who else will treat you like royalty? I'm the only one willing to spoil you and be your dog."

Wen Zhiyi laughed in anger. "Huo Sinian, now there's a man who knows how to be a dog better than you."

As soon as the words left her mouth, the door opened and a tall man slowly raised his eyes.

Huo Sinian, head of the Huo family. He was managing investment funds at eighteen and had secured his position at the top by twenty-four. People in their circle called him the "Living Hades." Elegant and aloof, he kept everyone at a distance.

His eyes were dark, and his voice cool and detached. "I'm not anyone's dog."

Wen Zhiyi: "..."

Later, the two married by agreement, each getting what they needed.

On the day they registered their marriage, he left her with just one sentence: "Behave yourself. Keep your distance."

Wen Zhiyi casually agreed, but after the wedding she deliberately flirted with him, wanting to watch that cool facade crack, inch by inch.

Until one day, when she wanted a divorce, the man tore off his tie, held her firmly in his arms, and ravished her until she was forced to call his name again and again.

Wen Zhiyi glared at him with red-rimmed eyes. "Huo Sinian, we're only partners. What's wrong with wanting a divorce now?"

He gripped her waist, his breath hot. "I won't allow it."

The news spread, and their entire circle erupted.

At a childhood friends' gathering, someone drunkenly asked Huo Sinian, "What have you been so busy with lately? We can never get you to show up."

Huo Sinian leaned back on the sofa, an unlit cigarette between his fingers. He lifted his chin toward Wen Zhiyi, who was glaring at him with puffed cheeks in the distance. "Lately? I've been being her dog."

Everyone was stunned.

That night, the city lights glittered beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin in the hollow of her shoulder as his warm breath brushed her neck.

"Baby, are you still mad?"

The man's voice was low and husky, deliberately softened to coax her. "I promise I won't get jealous for no reason again, okay?"

That night, her voice turned hoarse from crying. Angry and aggrieved, she opened her mouth and bit his shoulder.

The man gave a muffled groan but didn't pull away. Instead, he lowered his head and gently bit the tender skin of her neck.

Wen Zhiyi grew even angrier. "Are you a dog or something?"

Huo Sinian chuckled softly and kissed the corner of her lips. His voice was low as a sigh. "Yes. Your dog."

Theme: Hopeless romantic.