Chapter 9 Infiltrating His Home (1)

Moh Shiche looked down at the woman with the bright red lips clinging to him. "Being cheap?"

Luo Qiangwei smiled seductively but sighed, "Yes, being cheap. Who told me to be so blind as to love you for seventeen years? I could win the grand prize for being cheap by now..."

Her slender waist was suddenly grasped in a tight hold, and then her entire body was pressed forcefully against the wall.

Moh Shiche's tall nose was almost touching hers as crisp and forceful words spilled from his thin lips, "Luo Qiangwei, I don't care what tricks you're playing, but don't even think about getting a divorce now—you're the one who set up that scene of us in bed at the hotel for the media to capture, forcing me to marry you. Until I say it's over, you must be Mrs. Moh."

"So, I forced the wedding, and I still have to beg you for a divorce?" Luo Qiangwei raised her eyebrows playfully, and then laughed lazily, "Being Mrs. Moh isn't bad either, considering you'll keep me and buy me pretty clothes. But satisfying me could be a bit difficult with your conditions..."

Moh Shiche spat out a few words between his teeth, "Difficult to satisfy you?"

She smiled slightly, "Yes, after all, we've slept together. You know your size—you're quite aware, oh right, I have a wedding gift for you. I've prepared it for a long time. Be good, close your eyes first."

Moh Shiche furrowed his brows and watched her as Luo Qiangwei winked at him flirtatiously, and then... with a deep look at her, he actually did close his eyes.

Taking the opportunity, Luo Qiangwei slipped out of his grip and quietly stepped back a few steps before saying, "Open your eyes now."

Moh Shiche opened his eyes.

And then he saw Luo Qiangwei standing not too far in front of him... flipping him the middle finger.

Moh Shiche, "..."

"Hmm, I think you're about as long as my middle finger, maybe even shorter? But it doesn't matter. I don't expect you to satisfy me,"

Luo Qiangwei watched as his handsome face swiftly darkened and provocatively raised her eyebrow at him, "Don't like it? Hit me then. If you abuse me, I can sue for divorce—There, I've given my gift, no thanks necessary."

After speaking, she turned and left. Just then, a few waiters walked by carrying trays, and the noisy wedding banquet hall was outside. He couldn't possibly chase her out there to catch her and teach her a lesson.

She had timed it just right.

This woman...

For a moment, Moh Shiche was so angry he was almost at a loss for words. He was also surprised; Luo Qiangwei had never dared to provoke him before, she always acted more obedient than anyone else.

His cold black eyes slightly narrowed, and the corners of his lips curled into an amused arc.

...

Luo Qiangwei went back to the dressing room to change out of her bright red gown. Her movements were neither hurried nor slow; she meticulously removed her makeup, washed her face, and took care of her skin, no longer humbling herself for those unimportant people.

Suddenly the door was pushed open, and her mother, Ding Fanying, saw her sitting in front of the mirror and quickly walked in with concern, "Oh Qiangwei, why are you still putting stuff on your face? Hongying is keeping Old Madam Moh company outside. You should hurry out there!"

After applying her moisturizer, Luo Qiangwei stood up and pulled Ding Fanying to a seat, "Mom, sit here. Let me take a good look at you."

Ding Fanying sighed and clutched her hand, "What's there to see in an old lady like me? Qiangwei, now that you've finally married Shiche as you wished, but you should seize the opportunity and hold onto Shiche's heart, don't let Hongying find a way in..."

"If she likes to act like a dog, then let her. If she loves to be an escort, then let her accompany them,"

Luo Qiangwei casually curled her lips, looking Ding Fanying up and down, then suddenly leaned in and hugged her, murmuring, "Mom, take care of yourself. I will protect you, I won't let you worry anymore."