The Cold-hearted CEO's Unwanted Bride
Chapter 310: Qin Yan, Do You Think You’re Such a Hot Commodity?

Chapter 310: Chapter 310: Qin Yan, Do You Think You’re Such a Hot Commodity?

Bo Yunshen reached out his large hand, gripping Yanyan’s chin, rubbing it intermittently. His rough fingertips grated against her jaw, causing sharp pain.

His strength was immense; Yanyan couldn’t break free. Bo Yunshen’s eyes surged with a dark tide, impenetrable by even the faintest light.

"Director Qin, is this how you seduce people during your usual days?"

His hard chest pressed against her, eliminating every inch of space between them.

Bo Yunshen gritted his teeth, squeezing out his words one by one from between his lips: "Three years of marriage. I’ve wronged you, leaving you feeling empty and lonely. That’s why every time you see a man, you can’t resist trying to seduce him?"

Yanyan finally confirmed that Bo Yunshen was drunk—so drunk he’d lost all rationality.

"I can’t satisfy you, so you just go around seducing other men?"

Yanyan’s face darkened. "Bo Yunshen, what kind of madness is this?"

"Let go of me! Release me!"

She struggled fiercely, almost breaking free from Bo Yunshen’s grip. But the man clamped her shoulders tightly, as if he might crush them completely in the next second.

"Let go?" Bo Yunshen sneered, "Yanyan, you’re my Mrs. Bo. Whatever I do to you is perfectly legal!"

"Not only will I not let go, but I’ll do this!"

With that, Bo Yunshen’s hand ventured under her skirt, applying force.

The sound of snaps echoed in the room.

She was wearing a dress with snap buttons, and though the quality was good, Bo Yunshen’s pull made them pop loose. Instantly, her body felt a sudden chill as the dress opened wide—her snow-white skin and rounded shoulders were laid bare beneath his unwavering gaze.

Startled, Yanyan felt his scorching hand land on her waistline.

Her heartbeat became erratic in an instant.

She struggled, shielding her chest with one arm. Bo Yunshen showered her with fervent, aggressive kisses like a violent storm descending upon her.

"Mm..."

Her breath was stolen by the man suppressing her, his relentlessness full of conquest as he ravaged her lips, commandeering her every reserve with arrogant brutality.

The taste of alcohol lingered on his tongue, and even Yanyan felt as though she, too, had drunk to excess.

Turning her face away, Yanyan dodged his kiss. Her body softened, as if resigning herself, abandoning resistance.

Bo Yunshen’s already dark and profound eyes became like dead water, tinged with treacherous currents.

This woman Yanyan... as long as a man showed up, she would willingly open her legs!

A trace of disinterest crossed his mind, causing the movements of his hands on Yanyan to slow down gradually.

Suddenly, Yanyan made a move. With all her strength, she shoved Bo Yunshen away.

Caught off guard, the back of his head slammed against the restroom door with a dull thud, and painful sensations brought him halfway back to his senses.

Yanyan fumbled to refasten the buttons of her dress. Her snow-white neck bore a glaringly fresh, vivid red mark—a "strawberry" boldly flaunting itself, stabbing directly into Bo Yunshen’s line of sight.

Narrowing his eyes, Bo Yunshen took a step forward. Yanyan thought he was about to act again, and raised her hand to deliver a hard slap across his face.

"Smack!"

Yanyan didn’t hold back. Bo Yunshen’s face was whipped to the side, his finger brushing against the corner of his lips. Dark-faced, he turned his head to look at Yanyan, his gaze intense as it bore into her:

"What’s wrong? As Mrs. Bo, you’re willing to bring any random man into your bed, but your legitimate husband isn’t allowed?"

Speaking, Bo Yunshen reached into his pocket, retrieved a cigarette, and placed it between his lips, his eyes carrying a distracted haze.

Yanyan tightly covered her chest. She let out a cold laugh: "Yes."

Bo Yunshen laughed back!

He should’ve recorded that dialogue earlier. A shameless, debauched woman like Yanyan—his father truly must have been blind to insist on him marrying her!

Dragging Yanyan by the arm, Bo Yunshen pulled her to one side, his tone chilling:

"Yanyan, do you think you’re all that special?"

"Really think I’d act crazy from drinking and touch you?"

"Here’s the truth: even if you were to stand stark naked before me, I’d still have no interest in you!"

"I just want to know exactly how despicable you, Yanyan, can be!"

Yanyan’s lips took on a pale hue as she cast her gaze downward, avoiding Bo Yunshen. Her long lashes dropped shadows across her pure, jade-like face.

She pushed away Bo Yunshen and bent down to fasten her dress all the way to the last button. Her tone was detached: "Mr. Bo, now that you’ve learned your truth, may I leave?"

As she tucked her hair behind her ear, her voice lowered: "Mr. Bo, Bai Le Men’s security system isn’t as good as Night Club’s. Neither of us can guarantee we won’t run into members of the press here!"

"I’m tired; I don’t have the energy for these pointless games with you. Nor am I remotely interested in whether or not you have feelings for me!"

Bo Yunshen’s face darkened instantly. Yanyan’s clear eyes stared directly at him: "I expect this is the last time you’ll do anything to me that could lend itself to misunderstanding!"

How hypocritical.

She schemed her way into marrying him but now sets boundaries, solemnly forbidding her husband from engaging in things that husbands and wives are supposed to do!

And Yanyan has the gall to say she married with no hidden agenda?

No greed for money, no desire for inheritance—after marriage, buying a house, taking the child, and distancing herself from the Bo Family!

Could it really be that Yanyan was after him as a person?!

Bo Yunshen pondered, his smile turning sinister.

"Director Qin, control yourself properly! Don’t forget your identity!"

"The entire world knows you’re Mrs. Bo. You’d better behave yourself and stop ending up in other men’s arms every time I encounter you!"

"I, Bo Yunshen, and the Bo Family—cannot afford that kind of disgrace!"

With that, Bo Yunshen abruptly pushed open the stall door and exited the restroom.

Yanyan’s body slumped down. Curling up into the corner of the restroom, she held her breath, her chest feeling constricted—making it almost impossible to breathe, exceptionally painful.

Her consciousness began to scatter but was forcibly dragged back by the flushing noise nearby, leaving her body stiff.

She realized clearly: during the time of Bo Yunshen’s departure, no one else had entered. Which meant... someone had already been inside before their argument began!

At this point, Yanyan felt deeply uneasy. She worried this person might spread news of conflict between her and Bo Yunshen!

She was just about to go out and see who it was when she froze in her tracks, her heart tightening upon hearing the approaching sound of high heels.

A pair of strappy women’s high-heeled shoes came into view. Snow-white toes painted with nude-colored nail polish peeked out, along with slender, pale calves.

Yanyan raised her gaze slowly, meeting Lin Man’s emotionless hazel-brown eyes.

"It’s you."

Her lips tugged slightly, unable to muster a smile.

Of course, it could only be Lin Man—able to remain composed for so long, lurking in the restroom stall without making a sound, holding back until now.

"Yanyan, long time no see," Lin Man greeted.

Yanyan’s lips curved faintly: "After holding back for this long, Miss Lin must have something she’d like to say to me, doesn’t she?"