Chapter 8 Catching Her with Another Man

In the Four Seasons Hotel... There came sounds of running water from the bathroom. Shen Zhiwei was resting on the sofa. As it was near noon, after driving her to the hotel, Huo Jun ordered some food for her, but she carelessly spilled her soup on his suit. Thus, she had to let him use her bathroom. The sound of running water stopped. Huo Jun came out of the bathroom in a heavy bathrobe... "Are you done with the shower?" Shen Zhiwei glanced at him and handed him a shopping bag. "I told the hotel staff to get you a new suit. Put it on if you don't mind. I'm sorry for what happened." Huo Jun took the bag and replied with embarrassment, "It's all right, Miss Shen..." Before he could finish his words, a loud bang sounded. The door of the room was kicked open from the outside. Bo Yan strode in, only to see Shen Zhiwei, who sat on the sofa, and Huo Jun looking at each other affectionately. Anger immediately flared up in his eyes. From his perspective, the two seemed to be about to do something shameful, for Huo Jun looked as though he had just taken a shower and his hair was still wet. "Hmph. No wonder you suddenly want a divorce..." Bo Yan clenched his fists as he continued in a cold and harsh tone, "Shen Zhiwei, you're dead! How dare you cheat on me?!" "President Bo?" Huo Jun had not expected Bo Yan to break in. He was stunned and quickly explained, "It's not what you think. Miss Shen and I were..." ... "Bang!" Huo Jun got kicked hard in the chest before he could finish his words. He shot a half meter backward and bent over with a pale face. His forehead was covered in cold sweat and he could barely stand upright... "Are you crazy, Bo Yan?" Shen Zhiwei looked at Bo Yan in shock and shouted at him in an icy tone. After that, she went over to Huo Jun to check on him, but just as she took one step forward, she felt a rush of wind approaching her from behind. Bo Yan gripped her by the wrist, and his voice revealed a trace of suppressed emotion. "What? Did it break your heart to see him beaten?" Shen Zhiwei looked into his eyes for a second. She knew he got her wrong, but she did not intend to explain. "Bo Yan, do you know that behaving like this will make me feel that you fell in love with me and that you're jealous of Huo Jun?" Bo Yan fell silent. His body shuddered. "But you know, our marriage has reached an end." She caught a whiff of a bergamot scent from him. That scent was from Shen Rou's favorite brand. "Shen Zhiwei!" after a moment of silence, he uttered her name through his teeth. During the past two years, he had gotten used to her being around him and pestering him in all kinds of ways, as well as her sharp tongue and tough attitude. Thus, he was not yet ready to lead a life without her. "Are you so eager to get rid of me that you would be with him and take my money? Let me tell you, no way! Listen, I'm not going to divorce you!" He was so carried away by jealousy and anger that he had forgotten how much he detested her, and wanted to divorce her and get her out of his life... Shen Zhiwei's wrist hurt being gripped by Bo Yan, and she was full of anger now. "You don't want to divorce? So that you can still fool around even though you're married? Or do you want to continue binding me with the marriage and threaten me with Xiaobao?" There was a note of sorrow and helplessness that did not belong in the voice of a woman her age. She looked so disappointed as she stared at him... In that instant, Bo Yan got a lump in his throat. He felt choked, as if a pair of hands were strangling him... His eyes narrowed, and the next second, he pulled Shen Zhiwei into his arms and held the back of her head. He leaned forward and kissed her hard on the lips. After prying her mouth open, his tongue explored inside her mouth rudely and wildly... "Slap!" Bo Yan's head tilted to one side due to the sudden smack in his face. When he was taken aback, Shen Zhiwei took a big step backward. She felt like throwing up at the thought that he had kissed Shen Rou with those lips of his. "If you want to waste your time continuing this marriage, that's ok with me, but don't touch me. You make me sick..." Silence. The room fell into dead silence. Bo Yan looked extremely grim when he spoke through his teeth. "I make you sick? Good, great! You'd better pray that you won't have to beg me to touch you one day!" "Divorce? "No way!"