Chapter 3: Don't Forget Again (Prize Quiz)_2

Xi Zheng curved up the corners of her mouth, turned off the wall light, and said in a low breath, "Good night."

In the darkness, An Chuyu couldn't see his expression, but she could tell from his tone that he was mockingly smiling. A sudden, indescribable irritation surged within her, and without thinking, she kicked him.

Xi Zheng let out a soft hiss and accurately caught her calf under the blanket, "What have I done to upset you again?"

An Chuyu tried to pull back her foot, but found he was holding it tightly, she tried to wriggle free twice but began to lose her breath, "Let go."

"Promise you won't kick me again and I'll let go."

An Chuyu didn't want to give in too easily so she didn't compromise.

Xi Zheng saw through her and firmly said, "I won't let go."

An Chuyu couldn't stand it and twisted to grapple with him. He wrapped one arm around her back, easily flipped their positions while holding her waist.

The sound of the rain had long stopped, the silence all around was profound, and the rubbing of fabric sounded especially clear.

For some reason, Xi Zheng suddenly thought of An Chuyu's soft, moist lips he had seen a moment ago. His throat felt dry and tightened then, and now, being so close to her, the strange feeling intensified.

Xi Zheng inexplicably pressed down on An Chuyu's nape, tilted his head up to kiss her lips, without much thought or struggle, he deepened the kiss.

An Chuyu came to her senses, pushing him away forcefully with both hands, "You're crazy!"

Xi Zheng's breath was uneven as he murmured to himself, "Maybe."

An Chuyu turned on the room light, angrily glaring at him. He didn't look as guilty as she'd expected but instead met her gaze calmly, his dark pupils reflecting her visage.

Just when Xi Zheng thought she was about to strangle him, she defiantly kissed him back, as if to even the score, or to regain some ground.

Xi Zheng was surprised by this turn but only hesitated for a second before reclaiming the initiative.

The two were engaged in an intimate act, yet it was as if they were adversaries, neither willing to concede defeat. If you kiss me, I must counterattack; otherwise, I'm the loser.

But in the end, it was hard to tell who the victor was.

Xi Zheng couldn't help but let out a muffled chuckle. She really was a woman with a strong desire to win, not yielding in the slightest.

In the heat of the moment, he steadied her head with his palm, forcing her to look at him, "My dear wife, please take a little effort to remember my face, and don't forget it again..."

And with that, Xi Zheng kissed her again.

It was only then that An Chuyu realized how vindictive this man was. Because she failed to recognize him in the dressing room, he pretended not to care, just waiting for an opportunity to get back at her.

Afterwards, Xi Zheng held her, both covered in a sheen of sweat, their bodies alternately hot and cold against each other.

An Chuyu felt too exhausted to even glance at him.

Xi Zheng chuckled, "Are you giving up?"

With her back to him, An Chuyu retorted coldly, "Psycho! You're a pervert."

Xi Zheng didn't argue with that. After a while, he whispered in her ear, "You'd have to give this pervert a chance." If she had shown even a hint of resistance, he wouldn't have forced things so far.

Once she had rested, Xi Zheng carried her to the bath. She was unwilling in every way and thought about refusing, but she simply lacked the energy and had to let him clean her up before returning to bed.

An Chuyu looked at the messy sheets, her head throbbing, and belatedly realized she was in someone else's house.

In her opinion, it wasn't that Xi Zheng had gone crazy, but that she, An Chuyu, had lost her mind!

If she hadn't, how could she have done such a ridiculous thing with Xi Zheng...

Xi Zheng emerged from the bathroom, looking to be in high spirits, his slightly damp, short hair combed to the top of his head, revealing his fair and smooth forehead, his eyebrows relaxed with satisfaction, and his eyes fixed on An Chuyu, not understanding why she suddenly wore such an expression, as if she had done something wrong.

He furrowed his brows and sat by the bed, reaching to touch her face only to have her turn her head away.

Xi Zheng's hand paused mid-air for three seconds, then he propped it on the bed, "Your expression is making me think you regret it. An Chuyu, we are legally married, there's nothing improper about our relationship, what are you conflicted about?"

An Chuyu came to a realization, nodded, indeed she shouldn't be conflicted, and she pulled the blanket over her head and fell asleep.

Xi Zheng watched her figure, feeling completely ignored.

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The next morning, Xi Zheng woke up and instinctively reached to the side, but that spot was already empty. His groggy brain immediately cleared, and he started looking around the room.

An Chuyu was not in the room, her belongings gone as well.

In the end, Xi Zheng found a sticky note on the bedside cabinet, torn from somewhere, the edges uneven with just a few words scratched onto it.

To Xi Zheng:

I've left already.

Xi Zheng stared at those first two words, his chest heaving with anger he couldn't calm down for a while.

Impressive.

His dear wife, first didn't remember what her own husband looked like, and now couldn't even get his name right, actually writing the wrong character.

Xi Zheng flicked the stiff piece of paper with a snap of his fingers, sending it flying like a dart, spinning through the air before landing in a corner of the room.

He straightened his clothes and got ready to leave, casually noticing a thin golden chain by the pillow. He bent over, picked up the chain with two fingers, and upon closer inspection, he realized it was a bracelet.

Without doubt, it belonged to An Chuyu.

Xi Zheng silently smiled, finally finding a reason to contact that woman again.

Without hesitation, he walked out while pulling up his phone and soon found An Chuyu's personal number. They had exchanged contacts for the sake of discussing the terms of a prenuptial agreement with their lawyers.

Xi Zheng tried to search for her on WeChat using the number, and surprisingly, he found her.

He pondered for a moment, composed a message to add her as a friend, and sent it.