Divorce Countdown

Jiangcheng, Lewan International — Golf Club.

Inside the restroom, two girls were whispering to each other.

“Did you see that? Ye Luoluo and President Mu stood right in front of each other and didn’t even say hi. Like total strangers.”

“Rich family marriages with no feelings? Happens all the time. And didn’t you notice the woman with President Mu? I heard she’s his white moonlight. They were the golden couple back then, who knew Ye Luoluo would jump in halfway.”

“Ye Luoluo’s always trending for ‘picking men’ in the entertainment world, while President Mu and his white moonlight stick together all day under the excuse of work. Tsk, that circle is seriously messy.”

“Enough. Shut up. It won’t end well if someone hears us.”

Their voices slowly faded away.

Inside a stall, Ye Luoluo had one hand clamped over Mu Yunting’s mouth, the other pressed against his solid chest.

As the main character of all that gossip, she was about to roll her eyes out of her head.

This marriage was nothing more than a dealso how did she end up being the bad guy?

Absolute bullshit.

“Enjoying what you’re touching?”

His hot breath brushed against her palm, making it itch like crazy. Ye Luoluo quickly let go.

She smiled sweetly. “Didn’t know President Mu picked up a hobby of sneaking into women’s bathrooms after three months apart.”

Mu Yunting’s brows darkened. He grabbed her wrists, pinned them above her head, and leaned down, trapping her.

His black pants pressed tightly against her white pleated skirt, no space at all.

Their breaths tangled as he looked down at her furious almond shaped eyes.

“You bolt the second you see me. Isn’t that basically inviting me to chase you?”

Ye Luoluo laughed in disbelief. “I was afraid looking at trash would give me an eye infection.”

She’d finally wrapped up filming and just wanted to relax. Running into him was the last thing she wanted.

“Get out. Or I’m calling someone.”

Mu Yunting’s eyes went dark. “Go ahead. Let them see how affectionate we are as a married couple.”

Ye Luoluo was speechless. How could someone be this shameless?

Suddenly, she smiled. Dimples appeared as her eyes softened, slow and teasing, locking onto his dark gaze.

Her voice turned syrupy sweet. “You sure you want your white moonlight watching our ‘married couple moment’?”

“Jealous?”

His tone was calm, but there was a faint hint of expectation buried deep inside.

Ye Luoluo went silent.

Jealous?

Putting lipstick on crap doesn’t make it smell any better.

She had a whole lineup waiting why would she be jealous?

Thinking that, she narrowed her eyes, rose onto her toes, and closed her lips around his moving Adam’s apple.

The moment his body stiffened and his grip tightened around her wrist, she smiled in victory.

That warm, wet sensation sent a jolt straight through Mu Yunting’s body. His breathing instantly went uneven.

Mu Yunting pinched her waist, voice low and rough. “Ye Luoluo, you’re playing with fire.”

She blinked her innocent big eyes. “So… you want me to put it out? Or make it burn hotter?”

Before the words even settled, he lunged like a wild animal, rough and unforgiving, sealing her lips.

When he relaxed for just a second, she bit down hard on his tongue.

She didn’t let go until she tasted blood. Then she stomped on his foot and shoved him away.

By the time she finished that smooth escape, Ye Luoluo was already gone.

The stall fell silent, leaving only Mu Yunting behind.

He pressed his sore tongue against his cheek, a faint smile lingering in his dark eyes.

Little wild cat.

Still sharp as ever.

That night, Night Feast Bar was hosting Mask Night.

Ye Luoluo wore a cat mask, leaning lazily against the bar.

Her pale fingers twirled a curl of hair, and the light green slip dress made her look soft and unreal.

Her phone suddenly lit up. She picked it up and opened Weibo.

She was trending again.

#Fake rich couple appears together for the first time after marriage, look like strangers#

#Marriage of convenience falling apart, divorce countdown begins#

Ye Luoluo pressed her lips together. Boring. Zero creativity.

In the photo, Mu Yunting stood at the front of the crowd, dressed in black. Tall, commanding, cold and distant.

She stood farther away, posture perfect as she swung a golf club.

The next photo caught her walking off, while Mu Yunting chatted with the woman beside him.

She couldn’t be bothered arguing with brainless trolls. They were just bored out of their minds.

Thankfully, the topic vanished seconds later.

She put her phone down and headed straight for the dance floor.

Under the lights, she moved like something out of a forest wild and magnetic.

Men came over to flirt, and she didn’t avoid it at all, having a blast.

Until a pair of hands suddenly landed on her waist from behind.

Her expression instantly turned cold. She hated people who pulled that kind of crap.

Just as she was about to grab his arm and flip him, her body was spun around and slammed into a broad chest.

She looked up. The man wore a mask and a suit, but those thin, sexy lips gave him away instantly.

Her fake husband.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, soft and relaxed, smiling sweetly. “What are you doing here?”

Mu Yunting glanced at her skimpy outfit, his voice icy. “Grandpa saw the trending news. He told me to take you home.”

Her face went blank as she pushed him away.

Figures—always hiding behind Grandpa.

She’d barely taken two steps when she was suddenly lifted into the air. Dizzy, she realized she’d been thrown over his shoulder.

She started yelling for help.

He smacked her butt. “Stop it.”

Her face burned. He actually dared to spank her in public.

She yelled even louder. “Help! This guy’s a pervert!”

Another slap landed as he warned quietly, “Behave.”

Humiliated to death, she covered her mask and finally shut up.

Outside the bar, he shoved her into the car. Her head was buzzing as she ripped off the mask and threw it at him.

“Mu Yunting, what the hell are you doing? You crossed the line!”

He calmly removed his own mask, silver wedding ring catching the light, revealing his sharp face and that cool, sexy tear mole by his eye.

“And you forgot who crossed it first?”

Her ears turned red instantly.

Who would’ve thought she—Ye Luoluo, queen of walking through men untouched—would fall for Mu Yunting twice?

She snapped, flustered. “It’s not like I didn’t compensate you!”

Before marriage, she’d banned him from her bed. Then on their wedding night, she pounced on him herself. Guilty, she’d thrown him an unlimited black card.

Mu Yunting pulled her straight onto his lap.

As she struggled, her strap slipped, exposing smooth skin.

He lowered his eyes and took it all in.

When he looked back up, she swallowed hard.

The last time she saw those dangerous eyes, she cried all night…

His voice went low. “I’ve got a black card too. Does that mean I can—”

She immediately covered his mouth, baring her teeth. “No.”

Three strikes and she’s out. If it happened again, she’d be a dog.

Her eyes were clear, embarrassed, furious and way too tempting.

His throat moved. He grabbed her hand, pinned it behind her, and kissed her hard, silencing her curses.

The tension from earlier picked right back up.

The divider slid up quietly.

At some point, her green dress rode up her thigh, pale skin brushing against black fabric.

His hand found every sensitive spot. Her body trembled, curses dissolving into breathless gasps.

Her cheeks burned red, her mind fuzzy.

Her fingers clutched his collar, lashes trembling, her body melting completely.

The heat climbed higher and higher—

Just as things were about to go too far, a sharp ringtone cut through the air.

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