Flash Marriage to a Billionaire Husband: Lovely Wife for the Taking - chapter 60
Blood rushed to her cheeks, painting her face as red as the color of anger. It took awhile for her to calm her nerves before she could speak.
“It is obvious that Brother Wenxuan tossed you aside because you were defiled! You can lie but I know that you still love him!”
Feelings and love that had developed over so many years could not be forgotten in just one night!
Xia Yanxi remained unaffected. The corner of her rosy red lips arched a little.
“I was defiled, you say? Even if I were, I still came back stronger. I got married and that proves that I am still wanted! I am still whole! For you to say something like that, it has to come from a mind that is envious of me!”
Perhaps she was right and if she were, Huo Shiyu’s silence must have stemmed from Xia Yanxi hitting a nerve. She could not say anything in return. She was not prepared for this. Xia Yanxi had clearly steeled herself as nothing Huo Shiyu said could waver her in the slightest.
Bai Wenxuan had just placed an order for their table when he noticed the man sitting at a table a stone’s throw away from his. Something in him rose like bile, and with a face filled with ire, he strode toward the table.
Qiao Yanli was sitting quietly. The food he ordered earlier on had arrived and was only waiting to be feasted upon. He was waiting for his wife and her friend to return to dine together. To past the time, he poured the exuberantly expensive red wine into his now empty glass and skillfully swirled his wine glass around. He took a whiff of the wine before taking a small sip of the red nectar of the gods, elegantly and in a dignified manner. No matter how one looked at it, the man was clearly behaving with the utmost refined dining etiquette.
Bai Wenxuan was nearing unto the man, and before he could confront the man, the logo and the name printed on the bottle of wine caught his attention. His heart tightened a little. Anyone that had a taste for good wine would know about the reputable 1982 Lafite. Who could he be? How was it possible for him to indulge himself so?
Huo Shiyu told him that he was probably a boy toy of some rich older lady. But he knew better. The man’s behavior and mannerism had not once reflected that kind of “profession”. Everything about him spoke volumes of his status. Truth be told, the man had the aura of a king!
However, that notion conflicted with what was happening! If he were a genuine rich man, how could he degrade himself to marry Xia Yanxi who had been defiled? To be even more honest, he was disgruntled! Jealous, possibly!
It did not matter. Even if Xia Yanxi were used up, Bai Wenxuan would still want her back.
That woman was the perfect representation of sexual lust. A succubus that could easily sway a man’s heart. One could only imagine how such a girl would behave in bed… How excited she would make a man… How sensual she would…
As lust crept into his mind, he remembered the events of that night. He recalled vividly how he had pressed his lips onto hers… Her supple and sensual lips that were so inviting for a kiss…
That thought made his body burn, itchy, like millions of ants were crawling about his body.
Qiao Yanli was enjoying himself, sipping on a glass of wine when he noticed the man, the man that had sexually assaulted his wife back at Red Rose, standing next to his table.
He placed the glass down gently, shifted it a little to adjust its position, and arched an eyebrow, as he said, “Is there something wrong?”
Qiao Yanli was sitting down, but his eyes… the way he looked at the standing man, was as if he was staring down at him!
The Bai family might not be the wealthiest or the most reputable family in Li City but they were still wealthy and famous to a certain extent. Ever since he was young, he had grown up in an environment where everyone around him would crave for his attention and his acceptance. Never once had he been on the receiving end of such a belittling gaze.
His fingers curved inward, forming fists that were trembling with blatant rage. He leveled with Qiao Yanli, looking back at the man in the same manner.
“You might be legally bound to Yanxi but the relationship between the two of you can never match our relationship that has been built since we were kids, the love we have had for five years. She might not even look at me now because I am engaged to Huo Shiyu, but the love she had for me is still in her mind… I…”
Qiao Yanli placed his hands gently on his thighs, displaying a calm composure as he listened to the jibber-jabber about his feelings for his wife, all the while maintaining a poker face.
At the end of his spat, Qiao Yanli arched an eyebrow tauntingly.
“So… What Mr. Bai is trying to say is…?”
“I’m here to make a bet with you. I shall invite Yanxi to Houting Hotel, tonight, to Suite Number 8088. If she agrees and if she shows up, that means she still has feelings for me. If so, you will divorce her willingly and return her to me! If she rejects my invitation, I will never again come between the two of you!”
Qiao Yanli wanted to say something but chose not to. He picked up his wine glass, letting it hover a finger’s length above the table, and chuckled.
“That night, after that “incident”… She would’ve hated you to the bones. Do you sincerely believe that she would accept your invitation?”
Bai Wenxuan scoffed. His eyes narrowed with confidence.
“We shall see.”