Sweet But Jealous

"Madam, Sir, it is home. He requested you come downstairs." The maid knocked and entered the bedroom. Qu Yan sat at the vanity, lazily waving a hand. "Let him wait." The maid looked startled. "Let Sir wait? That might not be... appropriate..." Previously, the mere news of Sir's return would send Madam flying downstairs to greet him meekly at the door. What was different today? Qu Yan combed her long hair with indifference. "Go on. Tell him. "Waiting won't kill him." The maid gaped; this was unlike the gentle, obedient Madam. Not daring to question, the maid retreated. Qu Yan studied her reflection, frowning with distaste. "What is this outfit? And this makeup ages me terribly." She stripped off the modest, ankle-length black dress, headed to the bathroom, removed her makeup, and stepped into the shower. The hot water felt blissful on her skin. Tilting her head back, the elegant line of her jaw reflected in the steam-blurred glass door. The original owner of this body was actually quite beautiful, just too constrained. She’d tried so hard to be obedient and virtuous to please her husband. She hadn’t realized men had a base nature – the more compliant you were, the more boring they found you. Case in point: after a full year in this arranged marriage, the man hadn’t touched her once. The original host had sunk into depression, unknown to her husband. She’d overdosed on medication, dying alone in this bathtub last night. No one knew. Poor girl... Qu Yan sighed. Thankfully, the original host’s intense resentment and obsession had drawn the attention of the Multiverse Agency's Overgod, leading Qu Yan here to fulfill her wishes. The original host’s desires were simple: she wanted her husband, Fu Tingchuan, to regret his actions, and she craved true love – to be cherished and adored. Qu Yan took her time bathing. Wrapped in a plush white robe, she dried her hair in the bathroom. The original host’s hair was gorgeous – naturally black and cascading, though usually pinned into a matronly bun, needlessly diminishing her beauty. Her fair, oval face wasn’t strikingly gorgeous but was delicately pretty. With her cherry lips, fine nose, and large, dewy almond eyes subtly enhanced by a flick of eyeliner, a captivating allure naturally emerged. Qu Yan felt no urgency about her "husband" waiting downstairs. She leisurely applied light, natural makeup, let her raven hair cascade freely over her shoulders, and finally descended with unhurried steps. The first-floor living room boasted European-style opulence. A man in a sharply tailored suit stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, a cigarette between his fingers. The impatient flick of ash betrayed his mood. Qu Yan ambled up behind him. "You're back," she stated casually. Fu Tingchuan turned. His gaze swept over her, brow furrowing. "You came down dressed like that?" "What's wrong with how I look?" Qu Yan glanced down. The white robe was securely tied, revealing nothing improper. "As Mrs. Fu, do you lack even the most basic decorum? "Wandering around in a bathrobe?" Fu Tingchuan reprimanded, a hint of anger in his voice. "I can't wear a robe in my own home?" Qu Yan thought he was ridiculous. The woman he loved outside these walls certainly wasn't a paragon of etiquette and refinement. "Never mind. "I have nothing more to say to you." Dismissing her, Fu Tingchuan gestured towards documents on the coffee table. "Divorce papers. Sign them." Qu Yan's lips curved into a faint smile. Tsk. So eager. How long had he known that woman from the Nightfall Lounge? Two months? And already willing to divorce her. "If you refuse to sign, we'll proceed legally," Fu Tingchuan stated coldly, interpreting her silence as impending pleas. "I'll handle both the Fu and Qu families. We'll say... we've been unable to conceive after all this time." The marriage alliance had served business interests and the need for an heir. Infertility provided a convenient exit. "I can't conceive? "Am I supposed to reproduce asexually?" Qu Yan almost laughed at the absurdity. The depths of male audacity were truly astounding.