Mr.CEO Is So Obsessed with His Hot Wife

After it was over, she didn't have an ounce of strength in her body, so she simply slumped in bed, her gaze fixing on the man who stood by the bed, getting dressed with his back to her.

She hadn't had enough time to admire his waist before the black shirt was pulled down, covering everything tightly.

Dressed to the nines, his brows and eyes were cold and clear, without a hint of lust.

"Mr. Bo?"

Bo Yanching turned back, "Has the drug worn off?"

"Yes, it has."

She bit her lip, feeling like she needed to add, "Thank you."

Bo Yanching shrugged his shoulders, expertly donning his suit. He didn't rush to leave but instead rolled up his sleeves and took steps toward her.

Nan Jiaojiao tried to sit up, but he bent over just in time, his hands pressing down on either side of her.

"Your first time?"

Her body stiffened suddenly.

"Yes."

Bo Yanching stared at her unblinkingly.

After a moment, he smiled, "How long did you plan to end up in my bed?"

Nan Jiaojiao's hands tightened around the blanket.

Looking up at him, she said with determination, "I won't cling to you."

She had been drugged by Shen Shichu, and Bo Yanching had been her antidote. Last night could at most be considered a mutual pleasure, and she had no intentions of causing a fuss.

Then, she heard Bo Yanching laugh.

It was a bitter, ironic laugh.

He said, "Break off your engagement with Shen Shichu."

Nan Jiaojiao's head shot up.

She met his deep and proud eyes.

"I, Bo Yanching, won't tolerate such humiliation. If you want to be with me, you can't have entanglements with other men."

Nan Jiaojiao pursed her lips and shook her head with a laugh, "Shen Shichu won't break off the engagement with me."

Bo Yanching frowned, "Why not?"

Nan Jiaojiao was at a loss for words.

She certainly couldn't say it was true love.

At least not before last night, she thought it was.

"If you can't swallow your pride," Nan Jiaojiao took a deep breath, half joking in a desperate tone, "why don't you come and whisk me away on my wedding day?"

"Heh."

Bo Yanching let out a short, cold chuckle.

He opened the door and left.

Nan Jiaojiao heard his parting words lingering in her ears, "Nan Jiaojiao, you think too highly of yourself."

…

Bo Yanching stepped out of the hotel and immediately saw the black sedan at the entrance.

Yaen Chi and Xu Shu were leaning on the window, grinning at him excitedly.

"Wow, Brother Yan, what stamina. Tsk tsk..."

Bo Yanching lit a cigarette.

Xu Shu said, "If I may ask, have you forgotten that I am a doctor?"

An aphrodisiac was not without other solutions.

Yet their Third Master Bo insisted on a hands-on approach.

"Seriously though, that girl's background is unclear, and she's still a student. Besides, the marriage between her and Shen Shichu is well-known in Rongcheng City. You slept with the future Mrs. Shen and stirred up this mess, why bother?"

"By the way, doesn't the Shen family have some relative connections with you?" Xu Shu interjected.

Bo Yanching merely raised an eyebrow.

Yaen Chi said, "It's odd; out of all the snobby Shen family, why are they so fixated on a girl with no significant background, treating her like the apple of their eye? Everyone else sees them as a perfect match; why did she suddenly end up sleeping with you, unless..."

Yaen Chi leaned closer, "she's playing you?"

Bo Yanching's eyes darkened silently.

The magnificent Third Master Bo had never suffered such an insult.

"What did you just call her?"

"Playing you."

"The sentence before?"

"She... slept with you."

"Hmm." Bo Yanching nodded in satisfaction, "In a month, I will disrupt her wedding. Make sure the gift money is ready."

Yaen Chi and Xu Shu were stunned.

After a moment, they managed to say, "You're seriously playing for keeps!"

Back in the room, Nan Jiaojiao finished her shower and stood in front of the mirror looking at the marks on her body.

So ruthless, truly biting with hate. He must have resented her deeply.

During the act, he seemed eager to melt her into his bones, but once dressed, he was a stranger.

Bo Yanching, huh...

It seemed she had provoked someone quite significant.

Her phone rang, and Nan Jiaojiao glanced at the caller ID, her eyes gathering a layer of chill.