Unrestricted fighting enters the female-oriented genre

After seeing Chen Fengnian and Jiang Chenzhou off, He Qiang went upstairs to prepare for bed.

The villa is very large, with four bedrooms on the second floor.

The original owner had always slept in the guest room at the very end.

The room's window faced north, so it never saw the sun.

After He Qiang transmigrated, he didn't move because he didn't know the situation.

But it's different now.

He's already broken ties with Leng Yanran, so there's no need for him to keep putting himself through that.

He went straight to the door of the master bedroom.

This is Leng Yanran's exclusive territory; the original owner wasn't even allowed to go in.

But He Qiang wasn't the original owner of this body, and he insisted on going in to take a look!

He tried to turn the doorknob—but it wouldn't budge.

It's locked.

Leng Yanran was guarding against the original owner of the body as if she were a thief.

"Wang Ma".

He Qiang called out downstairs.

The nanny, Wang Ma, came running up. She was in her fifties, quick and efficient, and had been working at the villa for more than two years. She was never one to talk much.

He Qiang asked her to give him the spare key to the master bedroom.

Wang Ma had a bunch of keys hanging from her waist.

She flipped through them, picked one off the top, and handed it to him, her expression hesitant.

"Sir, what's wrong...?"

"It's okay, you go about your business."

He Qiang took the key and opened the door.

The moment the door opened, a faint fragrance wafted to my nose.

It tastes good; no wonder it's a woman's boudoir.

Turn on the light, and everything in the room is revealed.

The room was large and simply decorated with off-white wallpaper, light gray carpet, and a large bed in the center. The bedding was all solid colors, clean and neat.

There was a book on the bedside table, half-open, with the pages turned face down on the table.

The bottles and jars on the dressing table were arranged neatly, each one facing the same direction.

The wardrobe was half-open, revealing a dazzling array of clothes: business attire, skirts, and various outfits...

Although there were many clothes, they were all neatly arranged, so the whole room gave people a feeling of "cleanliness, restraint, and order".

A typical female CEO style, even her private space is kept under tight control.

He Qiang stood in the center of the room, looking at the large bed.

If he remembered correctly, later in the original story, Leng Yanran brought Xu Liunian back for the night, and they made love on this very bed.

Those things haven't happened yet.

But he still felt nauseous and vomiting.

Leng Yanran's true nature is already clear.

Ragged, worthless...

He wouldn't even deign to sleep in a bed like that.

But he couldn't let her have an easy time either.

He went into the bathroom, filled a basin with cold water, and poured it directly onto the bed.

Looking for a random man, huh?

You're trying to assassinate me, aren't you?

You don't treat me like a human being, do you?

Then I'll add some extra flavor to make you really enjoy yourself!

The entire basin of water was poured on it, and the plain-colored bed sheet instantly became soaked with a large dark wet stain. Water droplets trickled down the edge of the bed, and the carpet was also soaked.

He Qiang threw the washbasin on the ground, turned around and left the master bedroom.

This time he didn't go back to the small north-facing guest room.

He chose the largest guest bedroom, which was second only to the master bedroom, and even had Wang Ma move all his clothes and personal belongings over.

This room was previously reserved for Leng Yanran's close girlfriends.

The air here is fragrant, and it has been home to several women.

But it's still cleaner than Leng Yanran's bed.

He Qiang pulled the blanket over himself, lay down on the bed, and let out a soft sigh.

After a whole day of running around, I'm really tired and feeling drowsy.

But before going to sleep, a question was still swirling in his mind.

Did Leng Yanran lose her virginity?

According to the original owner's memories, she had kept several gigolos.

She would often shamelessly flaunt her affection for those pretty boys right in front of the original owner of the body.

Judging from this situation, she should have been sexually exploited long ago.

But He Qiang had spent so many years in society in his previous life that he still had some ability to judge people.

After observing her these past few days, he discovered that although Leng Yanran was promiscuous, her features remained undeveloped.

In the real world, this kind of eyebrow and eye shape is usually only seen on the faces of women who have never had such experiences.

Could it be that Leng Yanran is a virgin?

He Qiang refused to believe it no matter what.

He felt that this was just a deliberate embellishment of the small world in the book.

Female authors, regardless of the heroine's age or experience, always describe her as having "youthful eyes and breathtaking beauty."

She can draw however she wants, it has nothing to do with reality.

He rolled over, patted the pillow, and suddenly found himself a little funny.

Why is he thinking about these things?

Could it be that he still harbors illusions about that dog of a woman, Leng Yanran?

So what if she's a virgin?

Could it be that he wants something to happen between him and her?

...No, she's his wife, after all.

So what if something happened between him and her? Shouldn't it happen?

He not only has to make it happen, but he also has to stand up and kick it. Even if he's washing pots, he has to earn enough to make a profit!

They are a legally married couple; she is his wife in law, and whatever he does is perfectly justified.

As the saying goes, the quickest way to a woman's heart is...

Who knows, if you want to win over a woman like Leng Yanran, you really have to do this.

This can be considered a backup plan.

If there's an opportunity, we'll implement it; if not, we'll just let it go.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

……

early morning.

Sunlight streamed in through the south window, falling warmly on the quilt.

He Qiang opened his eyes and stretched.

I feel completely comfortable, as if a layer of shell has been removed.

I slept better last night than I have for the previous three days.

The small bed in the second bedroom was rock hard, making it uncomfortable to sleep on.

I got up, washed up, and casually ran my fingers through my hair in front of the mirror.

The original owner used to apply hair wax every morning, combing it neatly as if she were going to a funeral.

He Qiang was too lazy to go through all that trouble; he just rinsed it with water and gave it a couple of quick rinses before calling it a day.

The man in the mirror had sharp, defined features, with striking eyebrows, bright eyes, fair skin, and a light stubble on his chin…

Honestly, he's very handsome.

In the real world, he could be a male celebrity with that kind of looks.

Unfortunately, in this world of the book, he was tortured beyond recognition.

He squinted, and the person in the mirror had a slight upturn at the corners of their mouth, exuding a lazy and roguish air.

"But now that I'm here, everything will be different."

The successor of Mad Dog Fist, specializing in dealing with all kinds of dissent.

What kind of bullshit is this, female-oriented or male-oriented content?

Can you withstand my iron fist of justice...?

He changed into a plaid shirt, put on a casual suit jacket, and left the collar unbuttoned.

I put on my leather shoes and went downstairs.

Aunt Wang had already set breakfast on the table: congee, fried eggs, and two small dishes of side dishes, all piping hot.

He sat down to eat, his gaze unconsciously drifting towards the living room doorway.

It was very quiet all night last night.

Leng Yanran did not return.

He took out his phone, ready to call Jiang Chenzhou and ask him to check on Leng Yanran's whereabouts last night.

That dog of a woman is still his wife, yet she doesn't come home at night. Could it be that she's cheating on him?

He had just picked up the phone when two figures appeared at the living room doorway.

Looking up, they saw that the people who had come were none other than Leng Yanran and Xiao Mingluan.

Leng Yanran walked ahead, wearing a white blazer and a brown pencil skirt that accentuated her rounded hips. Her long legs, encased in black stockings, moved alternately with each step, and her deep red high heels clicked crisply on the marble floor.

Her hair was piled high, revealing her slender neck. She gripped her handbag tightly, and the veins on the back of her hand were faintly visible.

Xiao Mingluan followed half a step behind her.

He was dressed in a black business suit, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, carrying a briefcase, with a cold expression and a solemn face.

The two men paused simultaneously upon seeing He Qiang.

He Qiang swallowed the last mouthful of porridge, put down his chopsticks, and waved to Wang Ma: "Put it away."

Aunt Wang quickly came over and took the bowls and plates away.

The table was spotless, the white porcelain surface reflecting the light; not even a glass of water was left for the two of them.

Leng Yanran's gaze lingered on the empty table for a moment before shifting away.

She didn't ask for breakfast, nor did she question "why I didn't get any?"

She probably realized that this was no longer her home turf.

The two did not speak, but sat down together on the sofa opposite He Qiang.

He Qiang leaned back, spread his arms and rested against the back of the sofa, crossed his legs, and let out a casual sigh.

Seeing his actions, Leng Yanran was clearly taken aback.

He Qiang roughly knew how she felt.

He looked extremely relaxed at the moment, and his clothes were also quite casual.

His hairstyle was also slightly fluffy, showcasing the youth and charm of a young man.

His demeanor was completely different from the original owner's rigidity and timidity.

This confidence and arrogance made Leng Yanran somewhat tempted, and she unconsciously glanced at him a few more times.

Xiao Mingluan looked at him through her glasses, her gaze also filled with amazement.

They seemed to have never seen He Qiang so carefree and easygoing.

That confidence, that composure, that uniquely masculine charisma and roguish charm...

The two women were stunned and speechless for a moment.

"Clatter—"

Just then, He Qiang lit a cigarette.

The sound of a lighter woke the two of them.

"He Qiang, I want to have a serious talk with you."

Leng Yanran opened her mouth and spoke first.

He Qiang glanced at her, flicked his cigarette ash, and said with a faint smile, "Speak, what do you want to talk about?"

Leng Yanran unconsciously clenched her small hands, her expression somewhat tense.

"Um, I... I've thought about it for a long time. Since we've already gotten to this point..."

"How about we get a divorce sooner rather than later? What do you think?"