Wen Zhi pushed the overly enthusiastic man away—this was the entrance of their apartment complex!
He might not care about shame, but she still did.
She immediately pressed against his arms, lowering her voice in displeasure.
"People might walk by. Behave yourself."
"Alright, whatever my wife says. We'll continue when no one's around."
As he spoke, he stole another quick kiss from her lips, satisfaction glinting in his eyes.
"You go up first and pack. I'll stop by the new place to tidy up, then come back to help you move."
The word wife felt unfamiliar and awkward to Wen Zhi.
Still, her usually cold face revealed no extra emotion. She simply unbuckled her seatbelt, got out of the car, and walked into the building.
The elevator chimed as it reached the fourth floor. She had barely stepped out when a pair of strong hands yanked her wrist, slamming her against the wall.
Wen Zhi staggered, almost losing her balance. She raised her eyes—and froze.
A refined, handsome face.
Three parts similar to Mo Tingyan's features.
But while Mo Tingyan's sharp, chiseled lines carried a wild, dangerous allure, this man's features were tinged with a kind of "fake gentleness."
Same blood, completely different aura.
Mo Tingjue gripped her arm tightly, voice hurried and accusing.
"Wen Zhi, where did you go last night? When I called you, there was a man beside you—who was he? What did you two do?!"
Wen Zhi shoved him away, brushing her arm with visible disgust. She lifted her brows coldly and looked at him with disdain.
"A man and a woman alone together—what could they possibly do? I mean, didn't you and my stepsister already demonstrate that for me quite well yesterday on the hotel bed?"
Mo Tingjue's face stiffened. He stepped forward anxiously.
"Zhi, don't talk like that. I know you're not that kind of person. I was just drunk yesterday at noon…"
Wen Zhi turned her head slightly and let out a soft, icy laugh.
"When men are really drunk, they can't even get it up. Mo Tingjue, stop using alcohol as an excuse for your lack of self-control."
Finished, she turned to walk toward her apartment.
But Mo Tingjue was relentless. He moved again to block her path.
"Zhi, I only made a mistake with Wen Xue because I lost my head for a moment. You know I love you. You've always been the only one I care about. You… will forgive me, right?"
Wen Zhi let out a scornful breath.
Love her? Yet can't keep it in his pants?
That kind of "love" was probably lighter than the exhaust from a stray dog's breath.
She stepped back, opening a clear distance between them.
"I already told you—my only requirement in a relationship is loyalty. Cheat once, lose me forever. We've broken up. Stop coming after me. It's annoying."
With that, she opened the door and walked in without a glance back.
Mo Tingjue stared at her resolute silhouette, fists clenched tight.
"Zhi! I won't give up! If I could win you over once, I can do it again! I'll use my sincerity to win your heart back!"
Again?
What a dreamer.
Wen Zhi ignored the shouting outside. She went into her bedroom, pulled out a suitcase, and began packing.
But soon, there came another knock on the door.
Thinking Mo Tingjue hadn't gone crazy enough yet, she ignored it—until her phone buzzed.
The caller ID displayed… her brand-new husband, freshly married that morning—Mo Tingyan.
She answered. His lazy voice drifted through the phone.
"Already heading out?"
"No, I'm packing."
"Then why aren't you opening the door?"
Wen Zhi paused, then hurried to the entrance and opened it.
Seeing Mo Tingyan standing outside, she blinked in surprise.
"Didn't you go back to tidy the new place? Why are you here so fast?"
"Nothing there needs tidying. It's all just waiting for its new mistress."
He raised a brow and stepped into the apartment.
Noticing she wasn't wearing shoes, he leaned in slightly, amusement dancing in his eyes.
"You were in such a hurry to greet me you ran out barefoot? Then why didn't you open the door earlier?"
Wen Zhi glanced down at her pale feet and answered honestly,
"I thought it was Mo Tingjue."
At that name, the smile on Mo Tingyan's face faded a little.
"He was here?"
Wen Zhi simply nodded and continued packing.
Mo Tingyan casually sat on her bed, long legs crossed, leaning forward slightly as he studied her.
Half teasing, half probing, he asked,
"He came all the way here… looks like he regrets it and wants you back.
What about you—do you feel anything? Or… do you regret marrying me today?"
Wen Zhi paused mid-fold, raised her head, and looked at him calmly.
"If I still had feelings for him, would I have gone to you last night?"
They were brothers. From the moment she wrapped her arms around Mo Tingyan the previous night, she had left herself no retreat.
"To me, a man who cheats is like a banknote dropped in dog shit.
No matter how tempting, I won't pick it up."
Tempting?
At that word, Mo Tingyan's brows arched slightly.
His gaze lowered to the faint line of her collarbone.
His Adam's apple bobbed—
Then he leaned in and kissed her without warning.
Their lips tangled briefly before his warm breath slid to her ear, voice dark and sinfully magnetic.
"So tell me…
was it him who was tempting—
or am I the one you find more tempting, hmm?"