The Villain And His Sweet Wife

The next day, Shao Lin cleaned out the closet to replace her old clothing with the new ones Long Yat-sen had insisted on buying since it was out of season.

She hummed to herself, folding the clothes from the hangers, packaging them into boxes.​​

When she emptied the rack, she noticed something on the top shelf.

Shao Lin reached for it and failed. Pouting, she went to find a standing chair to pull out the long box that was sticking out.

She opened it, finding wilted, discoloured rose petals on top of a wide envelope. She didn't touch the petals, knowing it would crumble the instant she runs her fingers over them.

Instead, she opened the wide envelope and read the first page. It was divorce papers.

Shao Lin tried not think too much about it, given that Long Yat-sen may have contemplated it early in their marriage, but she still could not help but feel a nervous flip in the pit of her stomach.

The rose petals also made her feel uneasy.

Why did Long Yat-sen hold onto something like this? For what seemed like years.

She put the things back in the box and placed it where it was before.

She then heard noise from the lower level, which told her Long Yat-sen had come home. She strode out of the room and descended the stairs to find him removing his tie as he sat on the sofa.

"Yat-sen?" she called.

He was rubbing his temples.

"Is everything all right?"

His eyes were dim—unclear. He mumbled. "Yes."

Shao Lin approached him, stopping before him. She knelt to face him. "Long day?"

He nodded, reaching for her hand to pull her against him.

Shao Lin fell into his embrace, straddling him. He sought for her warmth. Her comfort. She gave it to him.

"Better now," he said, the light in his eyes returning.

Shao Lin smiled. She gave him a welcome home kiss, and then she gave him everything. Her tongue peered his lips open, and he was moulding their mouths together, panting beneath her.

She then lowered herself back onto the ground, blushing, working nervous fingers on the buckle of his belt.

His eyes widened. "Lin—" he groaned.

Her flush deepened. "Let me," she began. "You've had a tough day."

Long Yat-sen relaxed, his tense shoulders loosening.

Shao Lin continued to undo the belt, freeing him from his restraints. He was half-hard. Long Yat-sen watched her, seeing what she would do.

She took him in her hand, her mouth hovering over the head of his cock.

She licked him from the base to head, and she saw him grab onto the edge of his seat, looking for something to hold, an anchor. His breathing laboured.

She sucked him harder, her head bobbing up and down his length.

He collected her hair from her face, holding it as a rein to keep himself still.

She felt him hit the back of her throat, and she felt the vibrations of his soft groans. Shao Lin put a hand to his base, pumping him, and the sensations sent him on edge.

Long Yat-sen grabbed her hair harder, pulling it with a tug. He lifted his hips. "Xiaolin," he breathed as he thrust inside her mouth.

Shao Lin moaned.

She then pulled from him, taking a deep breath. She climbed him, capturing his lips again. His cock, rock-solid between them.

She ran a hand down his chest. "You want to know how attractive I find you?" she asked.

His eyes looked at her sharply with a mix of desire and playfulness. "How attractive do you find me?" he questioned, his arms wrapped around her tightly.

"Very, very, attractive," she whispered, bending down to kiss the line of his jaw. "And you know what else?"

He looked at her deeply, as if he was one moment away from pouncing at her, but kept himself restrained. He waited.

"I always thought you were attractive," she continued. "Even when you had the gun pointed at the head of my ex-boyfriend. Even when you threatened to murder him right in front of my eyes, you were still the most attractive person in the room, the most beautiful man I'd ever seen." What Shao Lin felt was more than attraction, but it was difficult to explain it in words, too raw to confess.

The coldness in his eyes melted, replaced with the fire that runs in his blood.

"I always thought it was cruel of me to think of it that way. I didn't know you well back then, but there you were, about to end the life of someone that used to be important to me, and I remembered thinking I still wanted you, even while I was with someone else, even if my mind was against it, but my heart wasn't."

Long Yat-sen's eyes were wide as saucers as if he couldn't believe what she was saying. Shao Lin was not sure what compelled her to express herself. Perhaps she was scared. She was scared that he'd leave her, that perhaps this arrangement was only temporary to him the entire time.

Tears fell down her face, feeling overwhelmed. Scared. Emotional. "You've done so much for me, and I have to tell you that I was never afraid of you, even when I should have. I never hated you. I pretended I did. I thought it would be better to convince myself that I hated you than to admit to myself that I love you—"

Shao Lin gaped.

Long Yat-sen gaped. And he was so still it seemed as if he wasn't breathing.

Shao Lin put a hand to her mouth, covering her lips as if she could not believe what she said. It spilled out of her.

"I'm s-sorry," she said, sliding off him.

Long Yat-sen was dazed. It took him a minute to snap back to reality, but Shao Lin had already dashed away, running out of the door.

Long Yat-sen ran after her, but he had already lost her.

Meanwhile, Shao Lin had never run so fast in her life. She was in the apartment one moment, and then she took the elevator down and dashed out of the complex and into the street. She didn't know where she was, but she kept running.

She didn't wait for his answer because she was afraid of what he'd think. How could he love someone who pretended to hate him? Someone who tried to make him seem worse than he was? Someone that he took in to protect, not to love?

Long Yat-sen had done so much for her, and what had she ever done for him than cause trouble?