'Willing to pay a high price for a pair of eyes that haven't seen the messages Mrs. Xie sent to President Xie.'

A few minutes later, Secretary Wen heard his boss say in a cold tone, "Postpone tomorrow morning's meeting."

Secretary Wen: "..."

So—

President Xie is really going to discipline his wife tonight, isn't he.

...

At a quarter past ten in the evening, Xie Yanli appeared at the front door right on time.

As soon as he pushed the door open, he saw only the dim yellow light from the bar area in the far corner of the living room.

Thinking of the illogical messages Qin Fan had sent, Xie Yanli's handsome features tightened slightly. He unhurriedly undid his cufflinks and walked over.

Rounding the liquor cabinet, the first thing he saw was the woman sprawled bonelessly over the bar.

Because Qin Fan had climbed straight out of bed, she was only wearing her usual smoky pink slip dress. She was now perched improperly on a high stool, most of her slender, fair thighs exposed, which was particularly eye-catching in the dim light.

Having not seen her for a month, Xie Yanli hadn't expected Mrs. Xie to give him such a big surprise right away.

Perhaps hearing a sound, Qin Fan turned around nonchalantly. Her already beautiful and alluring peach-blossom eyes were now shimmering with moisture, exuding a pureness amidst her cool glamour, looking just like a seductive little sprite.

Xie Yanli's eyes narrowed slightly. He impassively shifted his gaze from her to the nearly empty wine bottle beside her.

The ridge of his brow lifted slightly as he slowly approached.

If he recalled correctly, this wine was a wedding night gift from Jiang Aozhou the year they got married.

Although its alcohol content wasn't high, its aftereffect was long-lasting, yet it wouldn't make one completely lose consciousness. It could be called the perfect aphrodisiac wine.

Later, Xie Yanli had placed it on the top shelf of the liquor cabinet.

To prevent guests from drinking it by mistake.

Now, seeing Qin Fan's flushed cheeks and watery eyes, Xie Yanli thought to himself that perhaps he should have brought it out on their wedding night.

Under the cover of darkness, Xie Yanli walked step by step, unhurriedly stopping beside her.

His palm rested on the cool surface of the bar. He leaned over slightly, and his cool, refreshing scent, tinged with faint agarwood, gradually closed in on Qin Fan.

Qin Fan's reaction was a bit slow. She sluggishly tilted her head up, squinting her beautiful eyes, the corners of which were flushed red, and looked at him. "Why do you have four eyes..."

"You're a cat." Xie Yanli stared intently at her eyes, which seemed to have little hooks in them, for a moment before suddenly speaking.

"A cat?"

Qin Fan blinked. Although the man before her was blurry, she knew, for some reason, that it was Xie Yanli who had returned. "I'm not a cat!"

"Don't you lie to me, dog man!"

'Dog man?'

Xie Yanli really hadn't expected that this was what Mrs. Xie called him in private.

Thinking back to the WeChat messages from half an hour ago, it was clear he didn't understand Mrs. Xie well enough.

Xie Yanli had no intention of ruining the atmosphere; the 'dog man' topic could be discussed later.

He took a small, exquisite blue gift box from his trouser pocket. In front of Qin Fan, he calmly opened it. His long, fair, and clean fingers took out the rose-gold chain from inside and dangled it before her dazed eyes—

The few exquisitely crafted bells inlaid on the chain made a fine, pleasant sound.

The thin chain dangling before her made Qin Fan even dizzier.

She subconsciously hugged the strong, powerful arm right in front of her and commanded authoritatively, "Don't move!"

Her kitten-like strength was no threat to Xie Yanli. "Do you want it?"

No woman could resist the temptation of pretty, exquisite, and sparkly little trinkets.

Especially a dizzy woman.

Qin Fan nodded. "I want it."

Xie Yanli's thin lips curved up. He pressed her back onto the high stool and then said, "Only cats wear bells. So, are you a cat?"

The man's cool fingertips traveled down her slender, fair calf, finally stopping at her ankle.

Qin Fan frowned, pondering the question of whether she was a cat.

Suddenly, her ankle felt cool.

Through a thin veil of moisture in her eyes, she vaguely saw that a thin anklet had been added to her snowy-white, slender ankle.

As she moved, the bell chimed, like a decadent sound drifting from afar in the dead of night.

Qin Fan kicked her little foot—

Huh?

It chimed?

Xie Yanli was aroused by the sound. Looking at Qin Fan's innocent and confused eyes, the image of the little wildcat in the red dress he saw at the clubhouse that day appeared in his mind.

The custom-made bell he'd had someone make really suited Mrs. Xie.

Even though she was deeply intoxicated, Qin Fan's alertness was still strong.

Keenly sensing danger, she immediately jumped off the high stool and tried to run.

The moment her smooth, delicate white feet touched the cold floor, Qin Fan's mind cleared for an instant.

But it was quickly dispersed by instinct, and she ran quickly upstairs.

Xie Yanli followed behind her, unhurried.

The moment Qin Fan's foot landed on the stairs, Xie Yanli wrapped his arm around her slender waist, which he could encircle with one hand, and swept her up into his arms, carrying her steadily upstairs.

Qin Fan struggled subconsciously.

But she accidentally tore off a button from the collar of Xie Yanli's shirt.

Several buttons tumbled down the spiral staircase, but the faint sound did not attract Qin Fan's attention.

Xie Yanli glanced over but paid it no mind.

Originally, he had planned to go to the study.

But when he looked down and saw Qin Fan's not-so-sober eyes, Xie Yanli paused and then turned back toward the master bedroom.

"Xie the Scumbag, let go!"

"You've touched another woman outside, and now you want to defile this Fairy? Get lost! I'm afraid of catching a disease!"

After being laid down, the world spun around Qin Fan. She inadvertently glimpsed the string of prayer beads on Xie Yanli's wrist dangling beside her face. The scent of agarwood filled the air. She turned her head away in disgust and loathing, moving away from the prayer beads.

Xie Yanli separated her slender ankles with one hand, the clear and decadent chiming of the bell reaching his ears.

Upon hearing her words, he looked down at Qin Fan, his voice softening slightly. "I haven't touched anyone."

"I'll show you my physical report tomorrow."

Qin Fan's mind was muddled. Due to the alcohol making her slow, it took a long while for her to react to the man's words.

The air in the master bedroom carried a faint scent of roses. As time passed, the roses became saturated with a strong, woody agarwood scent, until they were almost completely covered by it.

Just then, a small, snow-white, and tender foot suddenly poked out from under the deep black covers of the large bed. The extreme black and extreme white collided, creating a fatally beautiful and ambiguous scene. An exquisite little bell hung on the slender ankle. For some unknown reason, the bell trembled at a high frequency, emitting fine sounds. From its initial clear chime, the vibrations grew faster and faster, yet the bell's sound seemed to gradually mute, leaving only an increasingly faint whimper.

...

Qin Fan's biological clock had been very accurate recently; she woke up before six.

What was different from usual was the warmth of a man's chest against her back.

The moment she moved, a faint tinkling of a bell came from under the covers.

Last night, the sound of the bell had echoed for most of the night. Qin Fan now had a conditioned reflex to this sound.

Qin Fan's body stiffened. She didn't dare to move again as large chunks of memories from last night flooded her mind.

This dog man actually, actually—

Took advantage of her!

Xie Yanli himself was extremely ascetic. In their two years of marriage, their sex life had been regular. Once a week when he wasn't busy, and once every month or two was possible when he was. He even rarely changed positions in bed.

But ever since that time she had prepared the oil painting, Xie Yanli seemed to have unlocked a new personality, becoming particularly enthusiastic and passionate in bed.

This time was even more so; he even brought his own props. He even tricked her into believing she was a cat and had to wear a bell.

Thinking of the image of the bell ringing incessantly by his ear and around his waist, Qin Fan closed her eyes and took a deep breath—

'This is not something a Fairy should be thinking about!'

Qin Fan lifted her sore and weak arms, cursing Xie Yanli countless times in her heart.

Just as she managed to sit up with difficulty, a pair of arms pressed down, pushing her back onto the pillow.

"Be good." The man's voice was low and hoarse. His usually cool tone sounded very sensual in the dark room in the morning.

When a Bodhisattva was stained with desire, it was even more tantalizing.

However, Qin Fan only wanted to slap him across the face.