Lin Hai's heart was overwheld with grief and rage, and his face completely changed as he spoke indifferently, "CEO, what are you trying to say? Divorce?"
Ouyang Xiaoya was utterly puzzled and stood up in surprise.
She didn't understand what she had said wrong. Why did Lin Hai suddenly turn so cold and indifferent, like a stranger, and even brought up divorce himself?
"Lin Hai, what's wrong with you? Why should I get a divorce?" Ouyang Xiaoya asked.
"Heh, at this point, why continue the pretense? Just say it outright, aren't you aware of what I'm talking about? You've experienced 20 centiters, I guess my 19 centiters won't be to your taste."
After saying this coldly, Lin Hai felt a faint pain beginning to take hold in his heart. He was familiar with this feeling. When Scorpion was dying, this was how he felt—first a faint pain, then as if his heart was being wrenched apart, followed by an unbearable pain, until everything turned blank, as if shattered into pieces, then ca madness and a complete outburst, and finally, a silent sorrow after the outburst.
There's a kind of pain that's so deep wounds are unable though to speak.
From the bottom of his heart, Lin Hai absolutely did not believe that Ouyang Xiaoya was such a promiscuous woman.
Yet Ouyang Xiaoya spoke with such certainty that Lin Hai found it unbelievable.
Actually, he had always thought that the most terrifying thing was the human heart because it can change. That kind of rapid, terrifying change, where one second they smile kindly at you and the next, they might betray you with a cold gaze.
"Lin Hai, explain yourself clearly to . What do I, Ouyang Xiaoya, need to pretend about?" Ouyang Xiaoya furrowed her brows.
"Heh, pretend? Then you explain to , how does 20 centiters feel?" Lin Hai asked coldly.
A profound confusion settled in Ouyang Xiaoya's eyes. Did that beast take the wrong dication today?
"Actually, 20 centiters is quite uncomfortable."
"Tsk tsk... 20 centiters is indeed uncomfortable, probably only soone like Bitch Li who is overly indulgent would think otherwise. Most people would feel torn."
Lin Hai clicked his tongue, ready to turn and leave, when he heard Ouyang Xiaoya add, "With 20 centiters, you can't go for too long, otherwise, you'll end up feeling physically and ntally exhausted."
"Heh, now I understand." Lin Hai's heart filled with utter disillusionnt.
"However, I do think that wearing 20-centiter-high heels in public does attract a lot of attention," Ouyang Xiaoya finished.
"Heh, 20 centiters is indeed eye-catching… huh? High… high heels?"
Lin Hai's words hung halfway, and he was completely taken aback, unable to say another word.
Right now, he really wanted to slap himself hard.
Hearing this, Ouyang Xiaoya imdiately knew that the beast had misunderstood again, her eyebrows knitting together as she looked down at Lin Hai. She huffed coldly through her delicate nose, asking word for word, "You beast, explain yourself clearly!"
As Lin Hai was subjected to Ouyang Xiaoya's scrutinizing and questioning gaze, sweat dripped from his forehead, drop by drop; he wished he could just bury himself in a hole.
20 centiters, was talking about high heels... and he had completely misconstrued... wiping sweat.
Seeing Lin Hai's guilty expression, Ouyang Xiaoya's mind raced, and then suddenly, she thought of sothing and her beautiful eyes flashed with intense killing intent.
"Lin Hai, explain to , what is this '20 centiters' you're talking about?"
"Uh, CEO, the '20 centiters' I'm talking about are high heels." Lin Hai scratched the back of his head sheepishly, not knowing whether to stand or sit, his gaze darting away from Ouyang Xiaoya's eyes.
"Oh? Really?" Ouyang Xiaoya dragged out her words, her indifferent voice making Lin Hai unsure about the CEO's thoughts.
Lin Hai nodded: "Really, it's high heels." At this mont, dead or alive, he couldn't admit his lecherousness.
"Well, CEO, I'm going to complete the task you gave . Let's have a good chat when we get ho later. Massage tonight to soothe your tired body and soul. Goodbye, CEO, mwah."
After saying that, Lin Hai nearly dashed out of the office like an arrow, afraid that staying a few more minutes would lead to being dismbered by an enraged Ouyang Xiaoya who had figured things out.
"Eh? Director Lin, good morning." Murong Xue saw Lin Hai and imdiately smiled in greeting.
Lin Hai also smiled and nodded: "Good morning, Murong, tsk tsk, looking prettier again."
As he spoke, his gaze involuntarily drifted to Murong Xue's feet, surprised: "8 centiters, impressive."
Hearing Lin Hai's remark, Murong Xue's face turned red involuntarily, too shy to even utter a word.
Lin Hai chuckled and hurriedly made a quick exit.
"Why do the things Director Lin says always seem a bit lecherous? Am I overthinking... I clearly feel like the 8 centiters he ntioned does not refer to the sa thing as the high heels I am wearing..." Murong Xue murmured to herself.
In the office, Ouyang Xiaoya had fully realized what happened and was on the verge of completely losing her temper.
"Ah, you dead beast, lucky you're fast!"
Thinking about Lin Hai's lecherously ntioned 8 centiters, 20 centiters, and his comnt that she was only 19 centiters, Ouyang Xiaoya was fuming with nowhere to vent. She was discussing high heels with him, and this guy's mind went straight to unhealthy places, absolutely incurable.
Especially recalling Lin Hai's focus on the phrase "20 centiters, there might be a tearing sensation," and her own admission of often appearing in public with 20 centiters, following Lin Hai's train of thought, Ouyang Xiaoya's pretty face imdiately turned as red as a cooked crab, with anger and deep shyness in her beautiful eyes.
"Dead beast, how could I be involved with 20 centiters in public... Ah, how embarrassing."
Ouyang Xiaoya spat softly, preparing to give a severe lesson to the dead beast tonight.
The thought of the beast recently saying she was 19 centiters made Ouyang Xiaoya's pretty face change again. She and he were married now; if on the wedding night... her small body couldn't take it at all.
Thinking of this, Ouyang Xiaoya suddenly felt an overwhelming heat all over her body; sitting in her chair, she couldn't help but cross her legs tightly, feeling a strange tickling itch.
Elsewhere, in an ordinary residential district of Huadu city.
Xiao Yixuan frowned, tonight she was to attend a middle school reunion, but until now, she hadn't found any decent clothes to wear.
"Why was I born into a poor family?"
Xiao Yixuan looked at herself in the mirror, her face the very picture of gloom. Her parents, pressed by the need to make a living, worked out of town and could barely save any money throughout the year. She had been wearing the sa few outfits for several years.
"If I look too shabby tonight, my classmates will laugh at , especially Mo Shanshan. She's been at odds with ever since she hooked up with a rich second-generation kid; she'll definitely take this chance to mock rcilessly."
Thinking about the humiliating scenario of being mocked, with classmates casting disdainful glances at her, Xiao Yixuan felt extrely upset inside.
But if she didn't attend the reunion, for sure she would be blad by the others later.
Xiao Yixuan worriedly furrowed her little brows.
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
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