Ex-Husband Comes Crawling Back After Divorce

Su Ning said that she wasn't going home tonight because she planned to drink her fill with Qiao Ran.

So after finishing their song, Qiao Ran didn't leave the club; instead, she followed Su Ning to the luxurious guest rooms on the 18th floor.

Once in the room, Su Ning told Qiao Ran that she had a bottle of fine wine she had saved in the car and went down to fetch it, asking Qiao Ran to wait for her in the room.

Sitting on the ambiguously decorated sofa of the guest room, Qiao Ran's body grew hotter and hotter; she couldn't help but tug at her clothes.

The sound of a WeChat message notification rang out. Picking up her phone, Qiao Ran read Su Ning's message and felt a chill down her spine as a bitter smile spread across her face.

"The world knows ten bitter loves, and unrequited love is the bitterest of all. I think the only way to completely end the bitterness of unrequited love is to have a new man. I've checked out the top escort for you; his looks are no worse than those with the surname Wen. He will surely leave you with an indescribably beautiful memory of your first time. Dear Ran girl, enjoy this wonderful night to the fullest."

Qiao Ran immediately understood why her body was reacting so strangely—it was because of the juice Su Ning had given her in the elevator.

Born with a sensitivity to drugs, Qiao Ran had felt that the juice tasted off, but she trusted Su Ning completely and thought the altered taste was because she had been drinking.

She couldn't have imagined that her most trusted friend, someone she would trust with her life, would go as far as to...

The heat in her body surged rapidly, feeling feverish all over. Qiao Ran bit her lip in a bitter smile—the drug was taking effect so quickly, and the dosage had not been small.

Thinking she might soon lose all reason, Qiao Ran quickly got up, washed her face with cold water, and headed towards the door.

As soon as she opened the door, she was enveloped by a familiar and chilling scent.

Retreating instinctively a few steps back from the figure standing before her—Wen Shimo, tall and frigid—Qiao Ran stammered, "You, you, you, why is it you?" she asked, scared and incoherent.

Facing Wen Shimo, who stepped inside, a desperate cry echoed in Qiao Ran's heart. She had been caught red-handed by Wen Shimo at the worst possible time—Su Ning, you backstabber, you're going to be the death of me.

"Disappointed that I'm not the escort you ordered?"

The drug's effects grew stronger inside her, and Qiao Ran struggled to restrain herself, pushing Wen Shimo away, attempting to flee.

She'd only run a couple of steps before Wen Shimo grabbed her hand and slammed her against the door.

The dangerous coldness emanating from Wen Shimo was palpable. He looked down on Qiao Ran with scorn in his eyes, "Shen Mubai and Lu Huaiyang couldn't satisfy you? Is that why you are so desperate to come here and seek out an escort?"

Qiao Ran, gazing at Wen Shimo's full, seductive lips, yearned to throw herself at him and kiss away the unbearable heat within.

To prevent herself from actually assaulting Wen Shimo, Qiao Ran viciously pinched her own thighs with both hands, forcing herself to stay alert.

"Mr. Wen, we are already divorced. Whichever man I want to be with has nothing to do with you. Don't poke your nose into my business, let me go at once, or don't blame me for being rude to you."

"Rude to me? How exactly will you be rude?" Wen Shimo replied, moving even closer to Qiao Ran.

Her smoky makeup washed away, Qiao Ran's delicate, flawless face flushed red like a tempting, ripe apple. Wen Shimo, close enough to see the luscious moisture of her lips, felt his heartbeat uncontrollably skip a beat.

His mind buzzed as if struck by electricity; Wen Shimo couldn't resist the urge to lean in and kiss Qiao Ran's alluring lips.

As Wen Shimo drew nearer, the warm breath of the man caressed Qiao Ran's face. Inhaling the scent she knew so well, Qiao Ran, struggling to control herself, lost all reason in an overpowering impulse. She hooked her arms around Wen Shimo's neck and swiftly pressed her lips to his.

Wen Shimo, who had still been questioning why he wanted to kiss Qiao Ran and doubting himself, was stunned into blankness by her forward kiss, forgetting to react for a moment.

As the kiss deepened, the restlessness suppressed within Wen Shimo surged forth uncontrollably like a dam bursting.

When Wen Shimo was finalizing the deal, the partners brought three sizzling secretaries, and he received a drink handed to him while on the phone with Zhou Yu.

It must have been tampered with in that drink.

...

Qiao Ran woke up with a body aching as though crushed by the wheel of a vehicle, reminding her how frenetic and intense the previous night had been. The remnants of those moments flashed across her mind like a movie, causing her to flush with embarrassment instantly.

Last night, she was just too...

She thought she had escaped disaster the night of their divorce and that there would be no more interaction with Wen Shimo.

Little did she expect, on the night of their divorce, it would be Wen Shimo she'd end up entangled with.

But if he could have pushed her away, why didn't he?

Doesn't he love Song Wanqing deeply? Now that Wanqing is awake, why would he still do something to betray her?

After a moment, Qiao Ran's unrested mind throbbed with pain, prompting her to put a halt to her thoughts. The pressing concern was to leave this place laced with Wen Shimo's presence.

Feeling somewhat shameless for sneaking another moment of joy with her ex-husband, Qiao Ran decided it wasn't her intention to begin with.

Enduring the soreness throughout my body, I sat up, only to be startled to the point of quickly clutching the quilt and scooting back until there was no more room, my back against the headboard.

"What's with the scare so early in the morning?"

After adjusting to the darkness, and seeing that it was Wen Shimo sitting at the head of the bed, Qiao Ran shouted angrily, although so hoarse from dehydration and exhaustion that even she could barely hear her own voice.

"If you do nothing wrong, you've got nothing to fear even if a ghost knocks on your door at midnight. So scared early in the morning—have you been doing too many guilty things?" Wen Shimo's mocking voice rose, and with it, the room brightened.

"Mr. Wen is admitting that he's a ghost then. I'm a human; it's normal for me to be afraid of ghosts," Qiao Ran replied with a smile in her eyes.

They say that when a girl becomes a woman, her temperament changes; Wen Shimo used to disagree with that.

But today, looking at Qiao Ran in front of him, Wen Shimo suddenly thought there was some truth to it.

It was the same face as before, yet it seemed to carry an added allure.

"Don't let a word of what happened last night slip, or you'll face consequences you can't bear," Wen Shimo warned coldly.

"Don't worry, who goes around telling people they spent the night with a ghost? I don't want to be called crazy. I still want to get married someday."

It was unclear whether Wen Shimo was more angered by Qiao Ran's comment about spending the night with a ghost or her intention to marry, but his face turned colder than an Arctic glacier in an instant.

"So sharp-tongued, yet you play the harmless little rabbit, ready to cash in on your divorce immediately. If my parents knew your true nature, do you think they wouldn't reclaim the three billion?"

"Let them believe you if they will," Qiao Ran replied with an air of nonchalance.

"You really are a dead pig who's not afraid of boiling water, with a skin so thick," Wen Shimo retorted.

"Thick skin helps one enjoy the good things in life. If I weren't thick-skinned, how could I manage to 'eat up' even a ghost? You held out for three years without letting me touch you, but in the end, you still couldn't escape being devoured by me," Qiao Ran said, looking at Wen Shimo with a triumphant smile.

Wen Shimo: "..."

What does she mean by 'devoured by her'?

He was the one who had devoured her, right?

"Delivered right to my doorstep, why would I turn it down? I'm a businessman; it makes no sense to push away something that's free," Wen Shimo said with icy sarcasm.

"We both got a free meal; neither of us owes the other anything. I'll pretend nothing happened last night. You and I know, and no third person will. If there's nothing else, Mr. Wen, please leave," Qiao Ran said earnestly.

Qiao Ran's words somehow irked Wen Shimo. What did she mean by nothing happened?

Could the very real events of last night truly be dismissed as if they never occurred?

Did she really take her purity so lightly?

Wen Shimo's eyes fell upon a stain of red on the white bedsheets, his expression icy: "You'd better keep to your word, or else you will certainly wish you were dead." With that, he rose and left.

"Why did you let it happen when you love Song Wanqing that much, and now that she's awake, you could have pushed me away and left?"

As soon as she asked that question, Qiao Ran regretted it.

What sort of ivory could possibly come from his poisonous mouth?

"Didn't I already say, I don't turn down what's given for free," Wen Shimo didn't look back as he said this and strode away.

Qiao Ran covered her aching heart with a cold laugh.

If you accept free things so readily, then your love for Song Wanqing is just as cheap.

Qiao Ran, a man who eyes the pot while eating from his bowl isn't worth your heartache, much less your love.

Take last night's ordeal as if bitten by a dog.

On the corridor, Wen Shimo looked at the tightly shut door of the guest room, his eyes deep with thought.

Having navigated the business world for many years, it wasn't the first time he was caught off guard.

Not counting the wedding night, there were two accidental instances during his courtship with Song Wanqing, but each time he managed to come through with willpower, self-control, and medication.

Last night, he could have done the same, but he didn't.

He hadn't touched that woman in three years, but oddly enough, once he did, he couldn't push her away.

Moreover, she was also drugged.