Chapter 32 — Divorce Her
Mo Tingyan shot her a sideways look, teasing lightly,
"You never care about other people's business. Since when did you start getting curious about him?"
Wen Zhi frowned, her voice low and steady.
"I'm not curious about him. I just think… you two don't seem like people from the same world. The fact that you know each other surprised me, that's all…"
But her voice gradually weakened.
Because she suddenly realized—
She really had been paying too much attention to Mo Tingyan lately.
Too many questions. Too much curiosity.
Not like her at all.
Staying out of trouble was how she survived.
Soon, she forced herself back to calm and said lightly,
"Forget it. I won't ask."
Then Wen Zhi straightened, her expression serious again.
"Mr. Jiang just said he would clear your name and give me back a husband with no dirt on him. You told him about our marriage?"
Mo Tingyan shrugged carelessly.
"He's one of the few friends I actually trust. I don't hide much from him. Relax. He won't say anything. He won't ruin your precious secret marriage plan."
Wen Zhi fell silent. Good. It better be that way.
They had only driven a short distance when Mo Tingyan suddenly hissed and pulled over.
Turning toward her, he stared straight at her face.
Wen Zhi blinked. "Why are you stopping?"
Mo Tingyan leaned in, eyes narrowed in scrutiny.
"So you don't want him to know you're married? Do you… like him?"
Wen Zhi: "…"
"Mo Tingyan, yes, I did seduce you first back when we didn't know each other. But do you think I'm addicted to climbing into men's beds? If you don't trust my character, you can divorce me anytime."
Mo Tingyan raised a brow, reached out, and pinched her cheek lightly.
"Divorce, divorce—every time you open your mouth. Are you using your beauty as a weapon against me?"
Wen Zhi froze, slapped his hand away. "What did you say?"
"I said," he drawled lazily, "you know very well that I crave your body, yet you keep threatening me with divorce. That's not very kind."
As he spoke, the hand that had just touched her cheek slid through her hair, cupped the back of her neck, and he leaned in—
capturing her lips with fierce, unrestrained dominance.
Wen Zhi's eyes widened.
When had he unbuckled his seatbelt?
This bastard—
She lifted her hands, bracing against his shoulders, ready to push him away—
But Mo Tingyan had already released her, breath slightly uneven as he murmured,
"That's your punishment."
He sat back in the driver's seat and buckled up again.
Wen Zhi exhaled hard. When she turned to look at him, something in the corner of her eye caught her attention—
and she immediately turned toward the window, letting out a quiet laugh.
Hearing the sound, Mo Tingyan glanced over.
"What are you laughing at?"
Wen Zhi gave him a calm look.
"Hurting the enemy a thousand only to harm yourself eight hundred. Some punishment."
Mo Tingyan thought of her expression earlier, his Adam's apple shifting.
Then he chuckled, voice lazy and wicked.
"You're absolutely right… so we'll continue the punishment when we get home."
Wen Zhi's eyes widened. "I'm on my period. Don't even think about it."
"I know," he said simply. "Relax. I'm not that much of an animal."
Relax?
Seeing his sly smile, Wen Zhi felt anything but relaxed.
And sure enough—Mo Tingyan never had good intentions.
After they returned home, Wen Zhi had only watched short videos for a few minutes when Mo Tingyan—fresh from the shower—pushed open her door.
Half an hour later, he lay on her bed thoroughly satisfied, while Wen Zhi stormed into the bathroom.
A faint scent of disinfectant lingered…
She gritted her teeth and washed again, swearing to herself—
Never provoke Mo Tingyan again.
The man held grudges like it was a sport.
When she came out, Mo Tingyan was still sprawled on her bed.
Her voice cooled. "Why are you still here? I want to rest."
Mo Tingyan patted the empty spot beside him, completely shameless.
"Don't be so heartless, Pearl. I actually have something company-related to discuss with you."
Hearing "company," Wen Zhi didn't insist and sat at the edge of the bed.
"What is it?"
Mo Tingyan immediately pulled her to his side, one arm slipping around her waist as he gently massaged her stomach.
"The company's choosing a spokesperson for the new promotional campaign. You originally won the internal vote, but Lin Yue has been running around these days lobbying the higher-ups. It might change things. Are you interested?"
Wen Zhi had expected something serious—this was trivial.
"It has nothing to do with me. I don't want the spokesperson slot."
Mo Tingyan knew she meant it.
Since she didn't want it… he would let the matter go.
Wen Zhi rested one full day. By the next morning, her stomach had stopped hurting.
Their flight was at noon, so they arrived at the company one after another.
When Wen Zhi walked past the meeting room next door, she heard lively chatter inside—
and realized she was the topic of discussion.
One woman spoke righteously:
"Wen Zhi relies on her face to do whatever she wants. Flirting with her boyfriend while giving Captain Mo suggestive looks. And she's even hooked up with a sugar daddy—those necklaces she wears cost over seven figures. She's clearly juggling three men!"
Immediately, several voices chimed in, slandering her together.
Wen Zhi's expression darkened.
Instead of avoiding it, she pushed the door open.
Silence fell instantly.
She walked straight up to the flight attendant who had spread the rumors and stated coldly,
"Apologize to me. And tell me who told you those lies. Otherwise, I'll make you pay for defamation."
The woman shrank back, muttering, "What did I even say?"
Wen Zhi lifted her phone.
"I recorded everything. If you really can't remember, I'll happily accompany you to the police station and play it back with an officer present."
Then she calmly pressed 110.
The woman panicked and grabbed Wen Zhi's phone, quickly ending the call.
"It—it was Lin Yue from your team. She told us those things. It wasn't me!"
Wen Zhi raised a brow.
"And your apology?"
The woman bit her lip, face burning with humiliation.
"…I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said things without proof."
Wen Zhi took back her phone, voice cool and aloof.
"I accept your apology. But if it happens again—
I won't be so soft-hearted."
With that, she turned and walked out under everyone's stunned gaze.
Lin Yue, huh?
This isn't over.