My Ex-husband Asked Me to Remarry Him Every Day
Chapter 111 Who Made Me a Scoundrel

Chapter 111: Chapter 111 Who Made Me a Scoundrel

Oh no!

Have you gotten drunk already?

Is she going crazy from drinking again?

Shen Dang squinted his peach-blossom eyes in calm control.

He hadn’t wanted her to drink so much, it was her who insisted on drinking, unknowingly spurred by something.

She wasn’t satisfied when he wouldn’t let her drink.

What else could he do?

Qiao Xi lifted her little face, her drunk eyes gazing at Shen Dang, her voice as faint as a mosquito’s buzz, "Scumbag."

Shen Dang: "...?"

What was she saying?

That mouth shape didn’t seem to be calling his name either.

"Heh." Qiao Xi suddenly sneered, pushing herself up from the table once again.

This time, she was smarter, one hand holding onto the dining table, the other steadying herself against the chair, stabilizing her stance.

Shen Dang raised an eyebrow, watching her with interest.

She... wasn’t entirely sober now, was she?

Qiao Xi took a deep breath and relaxed completely, "Finally, I can get divorced!"

Shen Dang: "..."

His squinted eyes gleamed with a trace of coldness.

"Finally, I can get divorced from the scumbag!"

Shen Dang: "..."

Oh, he heard it this time.

She called him a scumbag.

Shen Dang was provoked into laughter.

How had he become the scumbag?

He wouldn’t accept that.

"Why am I a scumbag?"

"A scumbag is just a scumbag."

Qiao Xi, even with a foggy head from drinking, didn’t forget to retort.

"Because some people aren’t human; they’re dogs, which is why they’re called scumbags."

Shen Dang suppressed the emotions swirling in his eyes, "Then do you know what a scumbag typically does at his most scumbag moment?"

Qiao Xi was confused by his words.

And she was already dizzy to begin with.

The alcohol consumed tonight completely defeated her.

Of course, Qiao Xi couldn’t answer; she shook her head honestly, and only felt dizzier.

Seeing her sway and about to tumble down, Shen Dang quickly stood up and steadied her.

He snickered: "Can’t you even stand straight now?"

"What’s it to you?"

"Who said I’m the scumbag."

Qiao Xi clawed at him, unable to push him away, struggling, but unable to escape his hold.

Shen Dang looked at her flushed little face, "I’ll carry you back."

Boss Shen sighed.

He hoisted Qiao Xi up in his arms.

The sensation of weightlessness made Qiao Xi dizzy, and her hands instinctively wrapped around Shen Dang’s neck.

The woman’s fragrance was pronounced, and now mingled with the scent of alcohol, it easily aroused the hint of desire in Shen Dang’s heart.

He secretly ground his molars, looking at the little temptress in his arms with a twinge of regret.

She was drunk; could she still remember anything?

Shen Dang jostled her upwards, carrying her into the room, this time not just dumping her onto the bed.

Shen Dang set down Qiao Xi quite gently.

Her hands remained draped over his neck.

Her eyes mesmerizing and misty as they looked at him.

As if enticing him to do something.

Qiao Xi felt the scumbag before her was awfully handsome, his scent pleasant, making her comfortable.

Shen Dang patted her arm: "Let go."

"Shen Dang."

Shen Dang curved his lips teasingly, "Aren’t I the scumbag?"

"Isn’t it all you?"

Shen Dang: "..."

Oh well, very good.

"Then will you let go?" he asked.

Qiao Xi hummed, listlessly withdrawing her hands; holding them there was tiring after all.

Shen Dang twisted his neck and looked down to find Qiao Xi still staring at him.

Shen Dang paused, then leaned in closer to her: "What are you looking at?"

"You’re good-looking."

"..."

The desire Shen Dang had suppressed several times tonight surged once again, overwhelming him like a tide.

No matter if she would remember tomorrow or not, he didn’t want to be a gentleman anymore.

Shen Dang pinned her against the bed and kissed her, his eyes intently fixed on her, relentless in his conquest.

Not giving her an inch of leeway.

Wanting to claim her entirely.

Neither closed their eyes as they kissed.

But both were heavily drunk, unable to control themselves.

Qiao Xi felt someone kissing her, claiming her step by step, but she didn’t resist; instead, she felt a vague stirring of emotion.

It was the body’s most primal reaction.

She whined softly.

Shen Dang, hearing that sound, felt a throbbing ache in his body.

This is bad!

He encircled her waist with one arm, his other hand cradling the back of her neck, lifting her as their lips remained tightly connected.

The air seemed to heat up, fueling the fire in their hearts.

Shen Dang wanted to devour her whole.

In his eyes was deep greed.

His peach-blossom eyes, wide open, seemed to want to imprint her current image, pushing on relentlessly, kissing her even more fiercely.

Qiao Xi felt as if the air was thinning, unable to breathe as if drowning.

All she could do was raise her hands and beat at him continuously.

She wanted to speak but couldn’t utter a single word.

Shen Dang restrained her hands, about to press further but suddenly saw the redness in her eyes, looking pitifully at him.

As if a bucket of cold water had been poured on him, Shen Dang awkwardly got off her, his appearance rakish and desolate.

Her look was something he couldn’t withstand.

Although he didn’t want to be a noble man, he couldn’t take advantage of her at this moment.

She could kill him.

No, he had to survive.

The heavy breathing on her ceased, and Qiao Xi gasped for breaths, as if coming back to life.

A tear slipped from the corner of her eye.

Qiao Xi’s face was burning hot, even her breath was scalding.

Qiao Xi stared straight at him, as if in accusation.

Shen Dang couldn’t bear her gaze and turned to flee awkwardly into the bathroom, where the sound of running water soon followed.

The frown between Qiao Xi’s brows could crush a fly.

She looked towards the bathroom—was Shen Dang taking a shower in her room?

But her head was still heavy, unable to think too much.

Shen Dang hadn’t come out from the bathroom when Qiao Xi had already fallen asleep.

An hour later, Shen Dang emerged wrapped in Qiao Xi’s bath towel.

Seeing her sleeping peacefully, Shen Dang couldn’t help but laugh bitterly.

He had wanted to do something before they divorced, but in the end, he was the one in a pitiable state.

Wasn’t this digging his own grave?

Boss Shen had finally fallen into the trap he’d set for himself.

Everyone makes mistakes sometimes.

Shen Dang looked at her slightly swollen lips kissed by him, snorted triumphantly, and couldn’t resist biting her lip again.

It wasn’t about taking advantage of her, since they weren’t divorced yet—marital intimacy wasn’t illegal, was it?

...

After the drunkenness, Qiao Xi slept longer than usual and woke up after nine o’clock.

Outside, the sky was overcast, and the weather didn’t look good.

Qiao Xi went to freshen up and was so startled at her reflection that she quickly covered the mirror with her hand.

She remembered everything that had happened the previous night.

Qiao Xi would rather she had forgotten everything like the last time.

She was both embarrassed and annoyed, she wanted to die.

She hoped Shen Dang would forget last night.

Best to not remember him kissing her twice!

No! Not at all!

The sudden ringing of the cellphone interrupted Qiao Xi’s thoughts.

Qiao Xi’s eyelid twitched when she saw who was calling; she had forgotten there was something important today!

Qiao Xi rushed to wash up and ran downstairs.

Shen Dang watched a figure flash past him: "Teacher Qiao, where are you rushing to in such a hurry?"

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