My Devilish Husband is Too Overbearing

Practice and Come Back Later

In the next moment, Fu Yichen had already jumped off the bed, his long legs quickly carrying him in two strides to where Su Mi stood. Without a word, he grabbed her arm roughly and yanked her toward the door.

"I, Fu Yichen, need a woman. Do you think I need to be threatened to get one?" His voice was low and cold, filled with disdain. "Who do you think you are?"

He finished speaking, and with a flick of his wrist, Su Mi was thrown against the door. She lost her balance, and before she could steady herself, Fu Yichen placed a hand on her cheek, leaning down to grip her chin with his fingers, forcing her to look up at him. His voice was colder than ever as he sneered, "Your skills are lacking. Not every woman can get into my bed! Practice and come back when you're ready."

He straightened up, and without another word, he swung open another door, dragging her roughly and throwing her out.

Su Mi fell onto the plush carpet in the hallway with a thud. The door slammed shut with a deafening bang, and she scrambled to her feet, banging her fists against it.

"Mr. Fu, my friend really can’t wait any longer..." she cried, desperation in her voice.

Bang!

A loud crash came from inside the room as Fu Yichen threw something against the door. Su Mi flinched, and before she could say more, a bodyguard appeared out of nowhere, clearly aware that she had angered Fu Yichen. He grabbed her and began pulling her away.

"Mr. Fu, if the surgery isn't done within ten days, he'll die. That's a life, Mr. Fu... mmm..." Su Mi continued to plead, but the bodyguard didn't give her any chance to finish. He just dragged her out of the building.

She was thrown out into the cold night air, her torn clothes offering little protection against the chill. She felt a mixture of sorrow and anger in her heart.

On the twenty-eighth floor, Fu Yichen stood coldly by the window, holding a cigarette, the smoke curling up in the air. From this vantage point, he could clearly see the entrance to the club.

The area below was brightly lit, and the foolish woman was now sitting on the ground, a tiny, pitiful black dot in the distance. Fu Yichen watched coldly as she got up, wandered aimlessly in front of the entrance for a while, and then tried to re-enter, only to be stopped by the doorman.

He watched as she lowered her head, wiped her hair out of her face, and then staggered away. Her unsteady steps seemed to suggest that she wasn’t used to wearing such high heels. She stumbled, falling heavily to the ground, clearly injuring her leg. She wiped away a tear, then used her hands to push herself up, her figure strong as she hobbled off into the dark night.

For some reason, Fu Yichen felt an unfamiliar restlessness in his chest. His frustration grew, like weeds spreading in his heart. He raised his hand, his long fingers clenching the cigarette, taking a deep drag and exhaling a cloud of smoke, obscuring his sharp features.

That damn woman!

Ever since that strange spring dream five years ago, Fu Yichen had grown indifferent to women, unable to feel any desire at all. For a long time, no matter what type of woman—no matter how beautiful—they couldn't stir anything inside him. He even thought there was something wrong with his body and had once sought therapy.

Yet this woman, tonight, was the first one to make him feel something. When he saw her, he could almost feel his blood boiling!

Even now, the heat within his body hadn’t fully dissipated. But in the end, he let her go.

Was it because she refused? Was that why he let her go? Fu Yichen, who had always been known for his coldness and indifference, suddenly found himself acting with some semblance of compassion. Since when had he become so soft-hearted?

And then, when she had agreed, he had seen her hesitance, and somehow, that made him feel even more irritated. Damn it! What was wrong with him?