Fu Tingyuan’s eyes dimmed. He stepped forward and pinched her chin. He touched her so lightly that it was as if he was caressing her.

 Next, he lowered his face slightly as he gazed at Luo Nanchu and asked softly, “Nanchu, can you be compared to her?”

 Luo Nanchu’s vision became a blur for a second.

 Something in her heart broke.

 Sure enough, one man’s honey was another man’s poison.

 Fu Tingyuan was like poison to her.

 Now, she was going to die from that poison.

 “Yeah, Ms. Bai is as pure as jade, and I’m just contemptible filth. How can I compare to an openly adulterous couple.”

 The moment she said those last words, Luo Nanchu was pleased to see Fu Tingyuan’s eyes turn gloomy like in a vortex.

 She knew. She had always known.

 Bai Zhiyan was his sore spot.

 He could sacrifice and compromise for Bai Zhiyan. For Bai Zhiyan, he was willing to do everything that he hated.

 He could abandon his dignity and pride.

 For a man to go to this extent, he must love her very much.

 She would never be envious of Bai Zhiyan.

 This was because she felt that obtaining someone was more important than having that person fall for her and because she thought that Fu Tingyuan would fall for her sooner or later if they continued to spend time together.

 Of course, in the end, she paid a terrible price for her arrogance.

 “Luo Nanchu, do you want to die!”

 He was a little forceful as his fingers let go of her chin.

 It stung him inside.

 Luo Nanchu looked up and chuckled lightly.

She looked at his dirty face before the storm and said softly, “Mr. Fu, I’m not the one who should die. If this were in the past, a woman who seduced a married man would be thrown in a pig’s cage and drowned… ”

 A hint of scarlet flashed in Fu Tingyuan’s eyes. He grabbed her by the back of the neck. Holding her like one would hold a chicken, he pushed open the bathroom door. He pressed her against the sink, opened the tap, and pushed her face down into the sink.

 “Wash your dirty mouth.”

 The voice from behind her was callous.

 Luo Nanchu choked on the water several times.

She coughed and laughed before replying, “You think I’m dirty? I haven’t complained about how dirty your mouth is from kissing Bai Zhiyan… Uggh…”

 The hand on her neck pushed her down forcefully, pressing her face in the water.

 Suffocating was a painful feeling.

 Luo Nanchu felt that Fu Tingyuan might actually drown her.

 A minute later, he dragged Luo Nanchu out of the bathroom and threw her on the bed.

 Her hair was all wet, the makeup on her face had faded, and her face was pale like a piece of paper. Water dripped down her sharp chin and onto the bed sheet.

 She gasped softly like an injured cat.

 After some time.

 “Fu Tingyuan.”

 She fell on the bed and gave a soft chuckle.

 “If you dare, then drown me.”

 “If not.”

 “I’ll curse you as an adulterous couple forever…”

 Clear drops ran down along the corners of her eyes. They looked just like her tears.

 Fu Tingyuan slowly cast his gaze from her damp hair down to her slender, fair back.

 The red silk straps crossed each other and formed a butterfly knot at the bottom, making her delicate body look like a present waiting to be opened.

 He remembered how Bai Ye was sizing her up while she was dancing.

 That man was used to seeing beautiful women, but he was still charmed by the way that Luo Nanchu looked as she danced.

 So, she indeed had a face that charmed easily.

 Fu Tingyuan’s gaze slowly darkened. He stepped forward, his long fingers hooking the silk straps of Luo Nanchu’s skirt. Then, he pulled and untied the knot.