Mountains and Seas
Qiao Jiu had always known that the man beside her was ruthless and decisive in the business world. She never expected that, within their marriage, he would be just as merciless.
In the dimly lit private room, Qiao Jiu had just set the drinks on the coffee table when the fox tail at the back of her skirt was seized by someone.
The man lounging on the sofa smiled slyly. “New here? Haven’t seen you before.”
Qiao Jiu’s brows knitted. “Do you need anything else?”
The man’s face was red with drink. “Have a drink with me, sweetheart, and I’ll order all these again.”
Qiao Jiu was neither a drinks promoter nor a hostess. She replied, “I don’t drink.”
He let out a couple of laughs. “Perfect, I know how. Let me teach you.”
He released the tail on her skirt, his hand sliding without hesitation to give her a slap on the rear, then, as if it was the most natural thing, it continued down her leg.
Qiao Jiu’s expression changed. Her mind barely had time to react before her hand did—a sharp slap landed across his face. “Watch where you put your hands.”
The man reeled, stunned, before his fury flared and he lurched to his feet. He grabbed Qiao Jiu’s arm, trying to shove her onto the sofa. “Don’t play innocent! I’ll touch you if I want, and not just touch—you believe me?”
Qiao Jiu believed him. She’d seen enough of these drunken types; there was nothing they wouldn’t do once they’d had enough to drink.
She lifted her foot and kicked him away, rolling up from the sofa in one fluid motion. Snatching a wine bottle from the side, she smashed it against the edge of the coffee table. Glass shattered with a bang, red wine splashing across half her face as she squeezed her eyes shut.
The room was large, and