Chapter 4：They’re All Scumbags

"Huo Weiwu, you're shameless!" Gu Jiaoxue roared, enraged.

"The person who isn't shameless should be afraid of the person who has nothing to hide. Are you afraid of me?" Huo Weiwu's lips curled further.

"I won't let you succeed, not when you're just a woman whom Kang doesn't want. Let me tell you, Kang said that you're not even feminine at all. You're a disgusting tomboy who makes men lose their appetite!"

"So you willingly stepped into the role of mistress for a year just to prove that your love is worth more than gold?" Huo Weiwu asked in return, but with an impenetrable, dense haziness in her eyes.

"Your boyfriend was the one who chased me," Gu Jiaoxue responded, her voice full of righteous confidence.

Huo Weiwu chuckled. Her smile was radiant. "He's a scumbag. Very compatible with you, actually. I hope that the two of you grow old together and infect each other with your respective illnesses. Don't even seek treatment—just die together. I'll make sure to send my blessings."

"Huo Weiwu..." Gu Jiaoxue yelled.

Huo Weiwu hung up the phone without saying another word and leaned her head against the seat.

This verbal battle had left her feeling exhausted.

Was she really like a corpse?

Was she really not feminine at all?

A relationship that lasted seven years—seven years of lies. She had been the last to find out that Kang had been cheating on her for a year, and she had only been informed that Kang was breaking up with her right before Kang and his mistress were set to be married.

She told herself not to cry, but that didn't mean that her heart wasn't aching.

"What does 'Green Brother' mean?" Gu Haoting asked, his complexion ashen. Something razor-sharp glimmered in his squinted eyes.

Huo Weiwu gazed at him. Dozens of shadows seemed to be dancing on his face, and his body was drenched in white light as though he was a fairy descending from the sky.

The alcohol was at work.

"Sometimes, a kiss is nothing more than an impulse," she thought.

She leaned toward him and kissed his soft, red lips.

Gu Haoting's back stiffened as his eyebrows knitted. He gazed at her delicate face.

She had applied mascara, and her long eyelashes fluttered lightly like an ink fan.

"Commander..." the lieutenant called out.

Gu Haoting shot him a cold glare and instructed, "Turn around. You aren't allowed to look back without my permission."

Huo Weiwu was just about to back off.

At the same moment that Gu Haoting drew the window curtain, he grabbed the back of her head to keep her from pulling away. His tongue was in her mouth, suddenly and aggressively, denying her the chance to breathe.

The kiss was so domineering that it felt like a punishment. His breath seemed to flow into her, filling her lungs completely.

All Huo Weiwu felt was giddiness.

The liquor had made her groggy. She couldn't think, and she felt like she was drowning.

Gu Haoting felt her clutching his lower back and raised his eyebrows. He asked in a husky voice, "Do you want it?"

Huo Weiwu didn't understand his words, and he took her silence to mean consent.

He fiercely kissed her lips. Then, with all the self-assurance in the world, he said, "In that case, let me satisfy you."

...

After arriving at the Hender Hotel, he set her down on the bed. Taking off her clothes one piece at a time, he began to trail kisses down her skin.

Her entire body burned and trembled with sensation. She couldn't tell whether she was in a dream or reality.

Then she heard a barely audible voice whisper next to her ear, "Huo Weiwu, I want you."

Huo Weiwu suddenly felt pain—a biting pain.

"Kang, you scumbag!" Huo Weiwu shouted in confusion as she slapped his muscular body.

Gu Haoting grabbed her wrist. There was a murderous glint in his hawklike eyes as he glared at her and commanded, "Take a closer look at the person who wants you right now!"