Marrying My Ex-Wife's Mortal Enemy (GL) - Chapter 3

Jing Yu seemed eager to distance herself, giving Dou Huan a light push.

Who would’ve thought the drunk woman couldn’t even stand steadily? Just as she was about to fall, Jing Yu had to catch her again. Dou Huan obediently nestled against her chest; their position…was more than a little suggestive.

“Why—why are you pushing me?”

She looked up at Jing Yu; her tone was inexplicably hurt, as if she were flirting.

Jing Yu stared at her, completely speechless.

******

Chu Li’s brows were tightly furrowed; her expression was as dark as it could get.

Her eyes moved between them, clearly holding back her anger. She waved Dou Huan over. “Huanhuan, come here.”

Dou Huan glanced at her, but she didn’t move.

Jing Yu straightened her skirt and smoothed her tousled hair. She walked straight out, completely disregarding Chu Li.

“President Jing,” Chu Li called coldly just as Jing Yu passed by. “Don’t you think you were being a little inappropriate with my wife just now?”

When she had seen Dou Huan curled up in Jing Yu’s arms like a kitten, an inexplicable rage surged within her.

Dou Huan had never willingly gotten close to Jing Yu. She must’ve been drunk—so, of course, Chu Li assumed Jing Yu had taken advantage of her.

It was one thing for Jing Yu to steal business deals. But now, she was eyeing her wife? That was crossing the line.

But Jing Yu wasn’t pleased either after Dou Huan had thrown herself at her multiple times. Her face turned cold the moment Chu Li spoke. She cast a glance at Dou Huan, who was still standing off to the side, and said icily, “Are you afraid I’ll steal your wife?”

“You—!”

Chu Li turned to her, meeting Jing Yu’s striking gaze.

She really was beautiful, her eyes especially captivating. They were bright as the moon, yet laced with shadows.

But in those eyes was a chill that could cut bone.

Chu Li prided herself on never being inferior to any woman, yet Jing Yu always made her feel otherwise.

There was an innate elegance and aloofness in Jing Yu, like it was etched into her very bones.

And with her looks, background, and capability, she was second to none.

That made her even harder to ignore.

Though Chu Li wasn’t afraid of her, she understood clearly that no one could conquer this woman, Jing Yu.

After a few seconds of tense silence, Jing Yu left her with a single sentence, with a frosty expression: “Sorry, I’m not interested in scrawny monkeys.”

With long strides, she walked off, her skirt swaying with every step, heels tapping sharply against the floor.

Dou Huan snapped back to reality and yelled after the tall, elegant figure, “Who are you calling a scrawny monkey?! I’ve got b00bs, a waist, and a damn nice ass! I have everything!”

“Enough!”

Chu Li’s voice was cold as she looked at her. “Haven’t you embarrassed yourself enough?”

Her words were like a slap to Dou Huan’s face, instantly pulling her back to reality and everything that had happened tonight.

“Embarrassed?”

Dou Huan looked at her with a mocking smile. “Not as embarrassing as watching your wife kiss someone else.”

Ah. So that was it.

“You went and threw yourself at Jing Yu just to piss me off?”

Chu Li frowned, clearly upset, but whether it was because of Jing Yu or Dou Huan, it wasn’t clear.

“You’re overthinking it.” Dou Huan’s gaze turned cold. “I don’t need to do anything for your sake.”

She had never spoken to Chu Li in such a distant tone before. Even she was momentarily stunned after saying it.

But in that instant, she remembered when Chu Li had asked for a divorce in her previous life; this was exactly the kind of cold voice she’d used. She must have hated her back then.

Because right now, Dou Huan hates her too.

“What’s that look on your face?”

Chu Li had just been slapped with Jing Yu’s coldness, and now Dou Huan was giving her attitude. She was thoroughly pissed, blocking her from leaving. “Say that again!”

Dou Huan knew that Chu Li couldn’t control her temper when she was drunk. She used to flare up at her for no reason, only to come back apologizing after sobering up.

She used to endure it, thinking that maybe after the anger, Chu Li would feel bad and love her more.

Thinking about it now, she wanted to slap her past self.

So damn stupid.

“I’ll say it a hundred times if you want.”

She brushed off Chu Li’s arm and walked right past her.

“Stop right there!”

Chu Li shouted from behind, but Dou Huan didn’t even look back. She kept walking.

Chu Li caught up in a few steps and grabbed her arm. “How long are you going to keep this up? It was just a game with Tong Yi—we’re just friends. Do you really have to blow this out of proportion? Fine, I won’t even bring up what happened with you and Jing Yu. Just stop acting like this, okay?”

Her tone was exasperated, her expression indulgent, as if Dou Huan were the one being unreasonable and she was the one putting up with it.

Dou Huan laughed.

She really used to believe that. When she loved Chu Li, she had no brain. She believed whatever Chu Li said.

Now, though? Hearing those same lines only made her feel disgusted.

Friends? Just a game?

Who the hell kisses someone else in front of their spouse and calls it a game?

“Don’t touch me!”

Dou Huan yanked her hand away, sneering. “Thanks for your saintly tolerance, but I don’t need it. Tomorrow, let’s go file for divorce. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other.”

“What did you say?!”

Chu Li grabbed her arm and shoved her against the wall, yelling like a madwoman, “Say it again!”

“I said,” Dou Huan stared back expressionlessly, “we’re getting a divorce tomorrow.”

Chu Li stared at her for a long moment. Seeing the anger in her eyes, she suddenly smiled. She cradled Dou Huan’s face gently and coaxed, “Huanhuan, don’t be like this, okay? It’s my birthday today. Be good. Tonight, I’ll give you what you want.”

At that last sentence, Dou Huan’s mind exploded.

So that’s what she’d always been in Chu Li’s eyes—a concubine waiting for the emperor’s favor.

Chu Li had always been high above, and she… had groveled in the dirt.

“Get away from me!”

Dou Huan shoved her hard and bolted out of the room. All she wanted was to get far, far away from this woman who made her feel sick.

A staff member stopped her at the front desk, asking if she wanted to send the cake to the private room.

She paused for a moment, then gave them Jing Yu’s room number. Consider it repaying a debt.

Chu Li hadn’t expected Dou Huan to push her that hard. She crashed to the floor, pain making her suck in a breath. Watching Dou Huan, she instinctively cursed under her breath.

Then, a pair of high heels appeared in front of her. Chu Li looked up to see Tong Yi.

“That hurt like hell. Help me up.”

She reached out, and Tong Yi took her hand, helping her to stand up.

As Chu Li straightened her clothes, Tong Yi suddenly asked, “Ali, do you love Dou Huan?”

She had overheard Chu Li say, “Tonight, I’ll give you what you want.” The tone had been strange—almost intimate. It made her start wondering about Chu Li’s true feelings. Maybe she didn’t actually love Dou Huan. Maybe they’d never even been intimate.

That thought gave her a flicker of hope.

“Why are you asking that?”

Chu Li’s mood soured the moment Dou Huan came up again. She didn’t know what had gotten into her today, demanding a divorce and even pushing her to the ground.

“It’s nothing. I just think… maybe she’s not the one for you.”

Chu Li stared at her for a few seconds. Tong Yi placed her hands gently on Chu Li’s shoulders, then leaned in and kissed her.

Chu Li didn’t react at first. But maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the lingering anger—maybe it was that Tong Yi was her ex. Either way, she didn’t resist.

The spark lit instantly.

*****

Meanwhile, Dou Huan got home, washed up, and went to bed. She was exhausted. Tomorrow, she’d visit her parents.

But that night, her sleep was restless.

Scenes from her past life kept flashing through her mind—Chu Li wanting a divorce, her refusal to accept it, and Chu Li bringing Tong Yi home while she was present.

She had slapped Chu Li in a fury, and when she turned to hit Tong Yi, Chu Li had stepped in.

The way she protected Tong Yi had left Dou Huan heartbroken and furious.

The dream suddenly shifted. This time she was drowning, the light fading and darkness closing in from all sides. She couldn’t breathe.

Gasping, she shot up in bed, drenched in sweat.

Clutching her chest, she tried to calm her breathing. Once she felt more stable, she reached for the water on her nightstand and took a sip.

That dream… the feeling of drowning was too real, too terrifying.

She showered again to wash the sweat away. When she came back, she checked her phone. It was already 1:30 a.m.

Just as she lay back down and sleep was beginning to take hold, she heard a soft click—the sound of the door opening.

Her eyes flew open. She turned her head and saw someone standing at the door.

If she weren’t so familiar with that tall, lean silhouette, she’d think she was seeing a ghost. Who the hell comes into someone’s room in the middle of the night?

And then she remembered what Chu Li had said earlier: “Tonight, I’ll give you what you want.”

Seeing her now, standing at the door in the middle of the night…

Dou Huan suddenly felt like ghosts might actually be less terrifying.