Taking a deep breath to avoid being unable to leave this morning, she suppressed the urge to hit him and pretended to say in a virtuous and gentle tone, "You should sleep. I have to go to the set today."

A hint of weariness showed between Xie Yanli's handsome brows. He had returned from a long international flight of over ten hours yesterday, then worked overtime until ten, having barely rested for two days and two nights.

But he still lazily opened his eyes, looking at the slender and beautiful figure sitting on the edge of the bed reaching for the slip dress thrown at the foot of the bed. He asked nonchalantly, "Mrs. Xie, do you still think I'm old?"

Qin Fan: "..."

She hadn't lost her memory. Of course, she remembered what messages she had sent to Xie Yanli after drinking.

Damn!

What kind of fake wine was that!

It was one thing to make her lose her senses at the time, but why did she have to remember everything so clearly afterward? She would rather forget.

Seeing her silence, Xie Yanli slowly added, "Do you still need to find young, fresh pretty boys?"

Gentle, yet the danger level was up.

Qin Fan knew very well that if she gave an affirmative answer now, this dog man would absolutely make her physically experience the perfect constitution of an 'old piece of cured meat'!

Qin Fan really couldn't maintain her pretense of a virtuous smile. Standing by the bed, she glared fiercely at the man still lying down. "You don't reflect on why your wife wants to find young pretty boys, yet you have the nerve to ask!"

After speaking, she quickly ran out of the bedroom. As she ran, the bell on her ankle chimed.

It rang several times with every step.

Only after leaving the master bedroom did Qin Fan look down and unfasten the bell anklet.

After taking it off, Qin Fan realized that it was actually a bracelet.

However, the extension clasp also had a small bell hanging from it, and Xie Yanli had tied it to that small bell.

She had intended to throw it in Xie Yanli's face, but the bell bracelet was too exquisite and cute. Qin Fan paused, then calmly confiscated it.

'A gift for last night's forced breakup sex!'

That's right.

Qin Fan defined last night as—breakup sex!

The walk-in closet had two doors, one leading to the master bedroom and one to the third floor. Qin Fan pattered up to the third floor.

Just as she changed her clothes and was about to use the printer in Xie Yanli's study, she vaguely heard the maids discussing something at the top of the stairs:

"This morning, I saw several buttons under the stairs. They're from the master's shirt."

"It seems the master came back last night."

"Wow, was the madam that impatient?"

"It's another day to believe in the love of the wealthy."

Qin Fan: "???"

'They believe in the love of the wealthy just from picking up some buttons?'

She slowly brushed past them, her voice pleasant and melodious, "A torn shirt button could also mean Mr. Xie lost a fight."

The maids: "!!!"

After speaking, regardless of their expressions, Qin Fan quickly wrote up a contract on the spare computer in the study, printed it out, and signed her name.

She folded it and handed it to the butler at the door. "When the master wakes up, give this to him."

Dragging two packed suitcases, Qin Fan gracefully departed from the Beijing Suburban Villa.

...

Nine in the morning, Xie Group.

President Xie, having rarely canceled the morning meeting, sat in his office. In front of him was not a document, but a clearly laid out contract.

At the bottom, in the space for Party B, was the elegant and graceful signature 'Qin Fan'.

The contract clearly stated that Xie Yanli had invested in the movie Feng Hua, and Qin Fan had sworn a military pledge that she would definitely make the movie profitable and not let his spur-of-the-moment film investment go to waste.

Every word and sentence was drawing a clear line between them.

The young woman who had tried so hard to please him for this investment and celebrated his birthday with him before his business trip seemed to have vanished.

In her place was once again a cold exchange of benefits.

Xie Yanli rubbed the space between his eyebrows.

'Disharmony in married life seriously affects daily work.'

However, in Xie Yanli's life, 'coaxing his wife' was not an item on the agenda.

As the chief secretary, Secretary Wen had sharp eyes and noticed the cold, business-like contract from Mrs. Xie when he handed over the coffee.

He remembered the financial news article his girlfriend had sent him this morning.

Perhaps—

'Mrs. Xie also saw that news?'

Secretary Wen found the news article that had spread throughout the financial circle and was even threatening to hit the headlines on Weibo today. "President Xie, please take a look at this."

Xie Yanli's fingertips rested between his brows. His eyes fell on the photo of two people gazing at each other on the lit tablet screen.

'And he was one of the people involved?'

'An affectionate gaze, rekindling an old flame, White Moonlight?'

The man's handsome brows furrowed deeply.

Secretary Wen kept his eyes downcast, feigning ignorance, as he cleared up his boss's confusion. "President Xie, perhaps Mrs. Xie saw this news, which is why she called..." you a scumbag.

Of course, he didn't dare say it directly, so he twisted his words, "...which is why Mrs. Xie is angry."

A moment later, six emotionless, desireless words escaped from Xie Yanli's thin lips: "Fake news. Take it down."