Chapter 9
Xie Ting went rigid.
He reached for his glasses and put them on, the lenses concealing the emotions surging in his eyes once more.
Then he looked up, pinning me with a sharp stare.
When he spoke, his voice was still rough with lingering desire, but his question was icy.
“What did you just say? Am I having trouble hearing because I wasn’t wearing my glasses?”
After a pause, he added calmly:
“I’ll pretend you never said that. Don’t bring it up again.”
The comments instantly exploded into wails:
[Oh my God, why are you trying to keep her?! Agree to the divorce! Our girl’s your true love!]
[Aaaaah, it’s over! He and our girl clearly haven’t had enough intimate encounters yet! He hasn’t fully understood his own heart! Your true love has to break free of society’s shackles!]
A few “outsiders” suddenly drifted through:
[??? Are you people fucking serious? Did a door slam shut on your brains?]
[You find it exciting? Fine. I respect your right to have kinks. But are there any actual humans in here, posting idiotic shit like this???]
[I’ve put up with you long enough. Can I speak to a human? A handful of sticky rice isn’t enough to deal with these comments anymore…]
[Amazing. I reached for the sticky rice, but it burned my hand. That’s when I realized reading these comments had already sent me to the other side.]
More and more normal comments appeared.
[I’ve wanted to say this for ages. Sure, I enjoy reading erotica where some aloof, unattainable beauty gets seduced into an affair. But in real life, I hope the cheater and the other woman both drop dead.]
[+1. Someone needs to investigate who’s posting here! What kind of monsters are these?]
Their appearance did nothing to ease my irritation.
I turned my head, refusing to meet Xie Ting’s eyes.
“Let’s both cool down. Go to the hospital and get treated first.”
He gave a low scoff, his voice terribly hoarse.
“Why would I go to a hospital when I have a wife?”
There was resentment in his voice.
But I’d reached my limit too. “Do I have to call you a filthy thing before you’ll fuck off?”
“A filthy thing?”
He repeated it word by word, his voice plunging below freezing.
He seized my chin with irresistible force, turning my head back and making me face him.
His eyes were cold behind the lenses, as though a storm was gathering in them.
His tone cut like ice. “Pei Xue, have I been a little too generous?”
His thumb rubbed hard over the corner of my mouth where he’d bitten it, sending a sting through me.
“Filthy? How dare you smear me? I haven’t even accused you of attracting everyone in sight—enough to make your adopted daughter pleasure herself in the garden in the middle of the night, holding a photograph of you.”
He paused, as though something else had occurred to him.
“Oh, and that ex-boyfriend of yours. He looks as if he’d love another chance, too.”
Then he added with venomous sarcasm:
“Wow. What impressive skills.”
Su Tao… the garden… a photograph… pleasuring herself…
Whose photograph? Mine???
All the blood in my body seemed to rush to my head.
My pupils contracted.
“Wait. Aren’t I the sleeping wife?”
Xie Ting raised an eyebrow slightly.
“And I thought I was the desperate married man. The helpless husband.”
That one sentence left me reeling.
A deathly silence filled the study.
Only the comments kept racing past:
[Our girl was holding the wife’s photo? Pleasuring herself? Huh. So words can be put together in that order. Amazing.]
[What’s he talking about? I went back and checked. Didn’t the text updated that night say she had her first time with the male lead?]
Text?
Instinctively, I seized on that word.
I’d always assumed the commenters were watching live footage.
They were reading text?
No wonder they kept calling it “erotica.”
Then… was the “text” they were reading in sync with the “reality” I was living?
Xie Ting wearily rubbed his forehead.
“All right. You can take me to the hospital now.”