Fu Tingyuan glared at her coldly.

 A light breeze wafted in from outside, bringing with it the fragrance of some kind of flower.

 Luo Nanchu turned her head to look outside, showing her graceful side profile. The laughter in her eyes and the usual smirk on her red lips gave her a slightly seductive, but mocking, quality.

 The Luo Nanchu of the past had been dignified.

 The Luo Nanchu now was flirtatious.

 In half a year, she had turned from a virtuous woman into a foxy one.

 This total transformation felt completely natural, as though she had been born with such seduction. It lacked any pretense.

 Fu Tingyuan’s gaze darkened, and he rolled up the windows.

 Unable to enjoy the night scenery, Luo Nanchu turned to look at him, seeming displeased.

 He pretended not to notice this.

 He did not like how she looked when she gazed through the window at the outside.

 …

 Fu Tingyuan drove her back to the mountain villa.

 As if waiting for its family, the lights in the living room of the villa were still on.

Once the car stopped, Luo Nanchu opened the door and got out. Jumping on the ground, she turned around and waved to Fu Tingyuan.

“Thanks for bringing me back, Mr. Fu. Buh-bye,” she said.

 Fu Tingyuan opened the door and got out of the car leisurely. The smile on Luo Nanchu’s face froze slightly as she watched him walk past her and into the villa.

 Luo Nanchu followed behind him as he entered the living room. The old butler was not asleep yet and looked surprised when he saw them come in together.

He walked over and called out respectfully, “You’re back, Mr. Fu.”

 “Mmm,” answered Fu Tingyuan mildly as he took off his suit and passed it to the servant that was walking toward him.

 “Do you need supper?”

 “No.”

 His tone was slightly cool.

 The old butler seemed to intuit Fu Tingyuan’s bad mood, and his apprehension showed on his face.

Behind him, Luo Nanchu asked crisply, “Mr. Fu, will you be sleeping here tonight?”

 Fu Tingyuan turned his head to look at her before looking away and heading toward the stairs.

 His attitude and the silhouette of his back were extremely cold.

 Luo Nanchu could tell this.

 This guy put on a gentlemanly demeanor with a warm, blooming personality when he was with outsiders. However, when he was alone with her, he was like a walking freezer, beautiful and cold.

 No matter whether he was acting like a gentleman or a frozen person, he was equally nasty.

 However, frankly speaking, she missed when he was submissive and ingratiating toward her and when he doted on her the most. Of course, that period was probably the darkest time of Fu Tingyuan’s entire life.

 Upon thinking of this, Luo Nanchu lowered her head and let out a soft, uncontrollable chuckle.

 In the end, she was still unable to forget the times when Fu Tingyuan had treated her well, even though all of it had only been an outstanding, Oscar worthy act that he had put on.

 Memories which were sweet and precious to her only gave him pain.

 Her heart started to hurt as she thought about this.

 …

 When Luo Nanchu went upstairs, Fu Tingyuan had just finished his shower and was walking out.

 Her gaze fell onto his strong, muscular chest before a smile formed on her lips.

“Will Mr. Fu be sleeping with Nanchu tonight?” she asked.

 After all, this was her bedroom.

 Moreover, there were many other rooms in the villa.

 She very much minded sharing the same room as him.

 Fu Tingyuan shot her a look and commanded, “Go brush your teeth.”

 Luo Nanchu’s smile froze.

What? What did he mean?

 “Which other guys have your lips kissed? Go and wash them. They’re dirty.” His voice got icier with every word.

At the word “dirty,” the smile on Luo Nanchu’s face sharpened instantly.

 “Dirty?” She smiled alluringly as she played with the hair in front of her bosom.

 Looking at Fu Tingyuan, she continued, “Don’t you dare deny that you’ve never secretly slept with Bai Zhiyan after we got married. If you want to talk about who’s dirty, it should be you with your adulterous behavior, shouldn’t it?”