"You can torment me however you want. I won't resist."
"Also, here's this gold card with no limit. Buy whatever you want, even if you overspend." Cheng Yuan lowered his head to rub against her palm. "From now on, whatever you desire, I'll satisfy."
"You'll satisfy whatever I want?" Jiang Xiao asked abruptly. "Are you serious?"
"Serious." Cheng Yuan said. "Even if you want my life, I'll give it."
"I don't want your life." Jiang Xiao laughed lightly. "I want to order male escorts. I want you to order them for me. Would you do that?"
Cheng Yuan: "..."
Of course Cheng Yuan didn't want to. One Zhao Kai was already draining him; a group would kill him.
"Can I ask for something else?"
"I want this."
"Isn't having me enough?"
"No."
"I can satisfy you." Cheng Yuan gazed at her deeply. "I can satisfy any need."
"I don't need you to satisfy me." Jiang Xiao pulled her hand away. "I want male escorts."
*
Shen Yue never imagined she'd live to see the day Jiang Xiao ordered male escorts—not one or two, but ten.
And the escorts had top-tier, hot bodies. They were stunningly sexy.
She swallowed and said loudly, "Cheng Yuan ordered these for you?"
Jiang Xiao: "Yeah."
"Is he crazy?" Only a madman would order male escorts for his ex-wife. Shen Yue took a gulp of wine. "How did you convince him?"
"I didn't convince him." Jiang Xiao had now realized that instead of cutting ties with Cheng Yuan forever, it was more satisfying to torment him. "He offered."
"..." Shen Yue's mouth dropped open. She blinked. "Is Cheng Yuan really in love with you?"
Jiang Xiao didn't believe in feelings anymore. "Love? Hah, he's not worthy."
Shen Yue looked at the row of male escorts and pursed her lips. "Are you serious about this?"
Jiang Xiao: "Of course I'm serious."
"What about Cheng Yuan?" Shen Yue remembered the key person. "Where is he?"
Jiang Xiao gestured with her chin. "Up front."
Indeed, on the sofa up front, a man was drinking alone. His eyes were swollen and red—probably from crying.
"Cheng Yuan must be tired of being a CEO and decided to turn into a little green tea."
"Let him be whatever." Jiang Xiao said indifferently. "I'd be happy if he pissed himself to death."
The male escorts were young and obedient. At a word, they all gathered around, toasting and offering fruit.
Even Shen Yue was embarrassed, exclaiming a few times before smiling and saying, "Girl, this is awesome."
Jiang Xiao was enjoying being pampered too. "If you like any, you can take them home."
Shen Yue's eyes lit up. "Really? Then I'll have to pick carefully."
While she was happily browsing, Jiang Xiao drank and chatted with the man beside her.
"Sister, do you like me?"
"Yeah."
"Then do you like me, sister?"
"Yeah."
"Sister, I'm better than all of them. Please like me."
Jiang Xiao pinched the male escort's cheek. "Sure."
Cheng Yuan had already finished a whole bottle of red wine and opened a second. Jiang Yu worried he'd get a gastric bleed and stopped him. "President Cheng, don't drink anymore."
Only alcohol could numb his pain a bit; how could he stop?
"Leave me alone."
"Even if you drink yourself to death, the missus won't care."
Jiang Yu didn't dare look over there—it was too hard to watch. Not just for the boss; any man would go crazy.
"Let me take you home," he said.
Cheng Yuan shook off his hand. "No. I'm staying here."
He waited for Jiang Xiao to see him.
"The missus probably doesn't have time tonight," Jiang Yu said. "You can talk tomorrow."
"No time?" Cheng Yuan muttered. "What if I vomit blood? Would she have time then?"
Before Jiang Yu could respond, Cheng Yuan opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.
He groaned in pain. "Go call the missus. Tell her I'm dying."
Jiang Yu hurried over. Jiang Xiao looked up. "Dying? Good."