Arrogant Man VS Unyielding Woman

Jean Wen moaned as the sunlight danced across her face. She knew she needed to get out of bed, but her body disagreed. She was exhausted despite how much she had slept.

As Jean took in her surroundings, she heard a man speaking. When she listened attentively, she realized that he was talking on the phone. From the conversation, it seemed he was about to leave. She rubbed her eyes as she tried to convince herself to get out of bed. Jean groaned as she stood and turned to the bedroom door.

"Zed Qi…" Jean Wen whispered when she saw the man. Wearing only the bedsheet, she stood by the door. Jean tapped her bare foot on the ground and smiled at the man bashfully as she waited for him to finish speaking.

"Okay, I'll talk to you later at the company." The man ended his conversation abruptly. A beep sounded as the call disconnected. Then he turned to look at the woman by the door.

Zed Qi's eyes slowly roamed over Jean's body. Her pale skin was in subtle contrast to the color of the bedsheet. He particularly liked how her ruffled hair added to her allure. Zed Qi thought Jean looked even more beautiful and charming in the morning light.

"I'm waiting." The man said in a nonchalant tone. He seemed a little impatient.

Jean chuckled, "The land in the suburb, could you…"

"No way!" The man reacted immediately. He didn't even let her finish her request.

Jean was a little surprised at his reaction. Slowly, she walked toward him and said, "I don't think you can be sure that the land has potential. Plus, you are already wealthy enough. Why are you so adamant on keeping it?"

The man frowned. His deep-set eyes reflected a terrifying coldness. He spoke in a low husky voice, "Mrs. Qi, please be careful about what you say. The land is mine, besides... do you always ask for a favor this way?"

Jean clenched her fists. Although his arrogant and homiletic tone displeased her, she smiled seductively. She needed him to agree to her request!

"You just got it yesterday..." Jean muttered softly.

The man didn't appear to have heard her remark. He finished settling his shirt before grabbing his coat. Then he turned to leave.

Determined to have her way, Jean doubled over to him and held his arm. She looked at her husband with her most charming expression as she pleaded, "Please, please, do me this favor. I know you are a very generous man. Please promise me that you will leave the land to the Wen family. Promise me, okay? Promise me..."

shook off Jean's hands. Annoyed with her perpetuance, he gave her a stern and

couldn't understand why he was being so stubborn. She couldn't hide her frustration as she had tried multiple approaches to convince him, and

walked out of the

inappropriately dressed, she didn't follow him. Instead, she took a few

I tried so hard. I even slept with you last night! I can't believe you won't

on her pants, she felt a sudden pain between her thighs. Memories of the previous night flooded her and Jean cursed Zen some

a slender hand holding a dress appear in front of her.

with a frightened look. She had been loudly cursing her husband and now, he was standing right behind her. He

just said?" Zed's face darkened and

leave! Didn't I? Why did he return

have for all the things she just said? Jean found herself

behaved decently and elegantly in front of Zed to please him. 'I suppose he heard everything I

me with the

talking? I heard nothing." Although embarrassed, Jean casually flicked her hair away from her cheek. She composed herself and managed to squeeze a smile, however,

Zed threw the dress into her arms, before turning

he returned for

swung her fists in the air and murmured with anger, "If I had known that you would be a heartless jerk, I would not have

been the previous night, shame and guilt flooded her. She

nothing more than a business deal. This titular marriage, however, had been arranged by Jean's greedy father. He had coerced Jean to sleep with

learned a lesson. Zed was not as easy

choice but to go home and tell her

her father. Mr. Wen flew into a rage and smashed a teacup onto the ground.

You couldn't do the

"I'm sorry, Father. I did everything I could. There is nothing else for me