Chapter 12

Don’t Touch Me

Gu Wencheng had purchased an apartment in Jinxiu Huayuan, a renowned high-end residential area in City B.

Ping Yang dropped Meng Nianyao off at the apartment’s entrance. After handing over her access card and room keys, she presented her with a bank card. “Lady Boss, this is what the boss asked me to give you. In the future, you can directly transfer money to this card. Also, the apartment was tidied up at the last minute. If anything is missing, feel free to purchase it yourself or give me a call.”

“Alright, thank you for your help.” Meng Nianyao nodded.

“It’s my duty,” Ping Yang responded, shaking her head. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll head back to the company.”

“Alright.”

Once Ping Yang left, Meng Nianyao, feeling exhausted, took out her keys to open the door. The apartment was lavishly decorated, but Meng Nianyao was in no mood to appreciate it. She fetched a pair of newly bought slippers from the shoe cabinet, labels still attached. After changing her shoes, Meng Nianyao located the master bedroom and guest bedroom, took a shower, and proceeded to the guest room to sleep.

When she woke up, it was already the next afternoon. There was a missed call from the hospital. Meng Nianyao called the doctor who had conducted a sexual assault examination on her and learned that her report was ready.

Although Meng Nianyao didn’t regret marrying Gu Wencheng, she still harbored a subconscious aversion to him. After collecting her test report from the hospital, the sky suddenly darkened, and heavy rain poured down. Meng Nianyao hadn’t brought an umbrella, so she had to take a taxi to her neighborhood and run through the downpour.

The autumn rain was chilly. The moment Meng Nianyao entered her home, she rushed to the bathroom for a shower. The sound of running water masked the sound of Gu Wencheng opening the door.

As Gu Wencheng changed his shoes at the entrance, he noticed a document bag there. The hospital’s name on the bag caught his attention, prompting him to instinctively open it and examine its contents.

At that very moment, Meng Nianyao emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. Upon spotting the item in Gu Wencheng’s hand, she swiftly walked over and snatched it from him, asking coldly, “What right do you have to touch my things?”

The documents had become damp on the way back, but thanks to Meng Nianyao holding them close to protect them, they remained only slightly wet.

Gu Wencheng’s gaze shifted from the report to Meng Nianyao’s face and then downward to her exposed collarbone. He spoke slowly, “Mrs. Gu, are you still planning to sue me?”

Meng Nianyao did not answer. Instead, she placed the report in a file folder. Throughout the entire exchange, she ignored Gu Wencheng except for her initial question.

Gu Wencheng smiled and suddenly put his arm around Meng Nianyao’s waist, pulling her closer. “Mrs. Gu, we are already husband and wife. If you still can’t forget the past, what will become of our married life?”

Meng Nianyao’s expression turned cold, and she struggled. “Let go of me!”

But Gu Wencheng did not release her and looked at her with intensity. A memory flashed through Meng Nianyao’s mind. He had gazed at her just like this in the dimly lit hotel.

“Gu Wencheng, let go of me! Let go!” Meng Nianyao became agitated suddenly. Gu Wencheng saw that she was not in a good state, but before he could push her away, Meng Nianyao slapped him.

A resounding smack echoed, and time seemed to freeze.

Gu Wencheng’s expression turned icy, and his gaze on Meng Nianyao grew even colder. A shiver ran down her spine at his intense stare, but she clenched her fists, determined to remain composed. “Gu Wencheng, I told you not to touch me.”

Gu Wencheng touched his face and chuckled. “Not touching you? You’re my lawful wife. Why can’t I touch you?”

Meng Nianyao trembled. “Gu Wencheng, our marriage is a contract. You help me seek revenge, and I will be your wife in name only. That does not include sleeping with you.”

Hearing this, Gu Wencheng stepped closer to Meng Nianyao. “Who told you it was a contract? I’ll seek revenge on your ex-husband’s family as a betrothal gift to you. The wife I want is not a decoration that can’t be touched. Since we are married, we cannot avoid our responsibilities. Since we haven’t known each other for long, I’ll give you time to adjust. I won’t hold this slap against you, but Mrs. Gu, my patience is limited.”

“Divorce!” Meng Nianyao blurted out. “I don’t want you to avenge me. Let’s get a divorce.”

“Divorce?” Gu Wencheng replied coldly. “Do you think marriage is a game, Meng Nianyao? I don’t want to hear such words a second time.” With that, he turned around and left.