Quick Transmigration: So the Green Tea Sister Stole the Male Lead

Yuf is preparing to divorce her husband.

Thirty-one years old, no car, no house.

The prenuptial agreement states that if the woman initiates a divorce, she will have to leave with nothing.

She slumped wearily in the chair, her chest pressed against her legs, her heart pounding, her small, delicate feet resting on the edge of the chair.

Looking back on her nearly six years of marriage, which wasn't perfect but was comfortable, Yuf felt a little sad.

Yuf grew up in an ordinary family with parents who were neither good nor bad.

With her decent learning ability and good looks, Yuf's life was relatively stable, and after graduation, she entered a decent company.

Humans are products of their environment; while this statement is not absolute, it is about 90% true.

Parents, friends, and even the city where one lives can all have different impacts on an individual.

Therefore, as Yuf grew up in an ordinary and uneventful life, she also developed a mild and gentle personality.

However, she was good-looking and received a lot of preferential treatment since childhood. She had never experienced any major setbacks, so her mild temperament was mixed with a touch of delicate willfulness.

It was this little bit of willfulness, this natural disposition seemingly etched into her very bones, that supported Yuf in making the most outrageous move of her life.

That day was a business dinner, and Yuf wore a pretty little dress, acting as a decorative vase next to the boss.

The young president of the partner company was exceptionally handsome. When he came to socialize with the boss, Yu Fu couldn't help but glance at him several times.

He glanced at her too; his deep-set eyes gave him a mixed-race look, and his expression was serious and dignified.

"Boss, what's his name?"

After the man left, Yuf blinked and asked her boss, whose expression seemed unusually unpleasant.

"Qi Chongsheng." Her boss glanced at her, his once charming eyes now clouded with malice, and gave a faint warning, "Don't look around like that. He's not someone to mess with."

Later, when Youfu went to the restroom, she bumped into Qi Chongsheng, whose face was flushed.

He was clearly not in good condition; he stumbled and his heavy body fell onto Yuf.

Yuf gasped softly, but he held her tightly in his arms.

"The assistant from earlier?"

Qi Chongsheng was still somewhat conscious. "Please call an ambulance for me. Thank you."

Yuf swallowed hard, carefully inhaling the man's fresh scent.

How much would it cost to keep a guy like that at a club for one night?

It is said that human nature is either good or evil.

Yuf's true nature is lustful.

So she chose the rocking horse over the ambulance.

Anyway, the man probably won't be able to control himself for long, so she can just go along with it and pretend that she was forced.

How come I never noticed before? I'm such a bad person. Yuf blushed.

Sure enough, Qi Chongsheng's consciousness quickly dissipated, and he instinctively kissed You Fu, savoring her snow-white and tender flesh.

In Qi Chongsheng's private VIP room on the second floor, You Fu was filled with regret:

"No, thank you... I'll call an ambulance for you..."

Before she could even touch her phone, her hand was gently squeezed in the man's large palm.

"Be good, baby, just this once."

Qi Chongsheng uttered intimate words that he would never say when he was sober.

Yu Fu was so badly beaten that she fainted. When she woke up the next day, Qi Chongsheng was still there.

He was dressed neatly and sat on a sofa not far away.

His suit was still wrinkled, and his handsome mixed-race face carried an inescapable gloom.

Seeing that she was awake, Qi Chongsheng went straight to the point: "Last night was my fault, and I will make it up to you. But I remember I told you to call an ambulance."

Yuf cried, quietly and pitifully.

She didn't say anything, just quietly shed tears.

She panicked, afraid that Qi Chongsheng would find out something and come after her.

Seeing her cry, Qi Chongsheng stood up from the sofa and sat on the edge of the bed: "Why are you crying? I didn't yell at you. I just want to know how things got to this point last night."

Yuf kept crying; she would cry whenever she encountered a difficult question.

Qi Chongsheng sighed, wrapped her tightly in the blanket, and then held her in his arms: "No one is blaming you, why are you crying?"