My Toxic Ex-Wife: BOSS, Stay Away！-Chapter 770: Extra Story: The Big BOSS’s Little Wife (37)
Speaking of that bottle of red ink, it was something she had just bought today. It cost her quite a few silver dollars, but using it on Ouyang Che was indeed very satisfying.
Sitting in the taxi, Ye Anhao’s mind kept replaying the scene earlier. Every time she thought of splashing the man with red ink through the car window, she couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
The taxi driver in the front seat couldn’t help but glance sideways and ask with a smile, "Miss, what makes you so happy?"
Ye Anhao held back her laughter for a while before she leisurely replied, "If you’ve been bullied by someone for a long time, but one day, you make that person lose face in front of their subordinates, how would you feel?"
"That would certainly feel great," the driver said.
Ye Anhao stared at the now empty bottle of red ink and said with a smile, "That’s exactly how I’m feeling right now."
Although she had missed the bus because of Ouyang Che’s teasing and had to take a taxi home, she still felt very happy. For quite some time, she had been feeling very stifled, and today she finally let out a breath of pent-up anger.
Ye Anhao forced herself not to think about the consequences of her actions. She just wanted to relish the feeling of contentment for now. As for everything else, she would deal with it later.
She could easily imagine what Ouyang Che’s expression must be like at this moment. In fact, there were indeed a few seconds when his face was frozen in an indescribable expression.
The driver in the front seat glanced furtively at Ouyang Che. His cheeks were splattered with some red ink, his body was even more heavily stained, and his face... well, it looked quite menacing.
The driver spoke nervously, "Sir, should I have someone bring you a change of clothes?"
The man remained silent, his face stern. The driver inwardly groaned, he wished the military officer would at least give some response.
Despite his trepidation, the driver finally made a phone call, feeling quite uneasy. He could only hope that someone from the hotel would bring the clothes quickly so that he could leave the danger zone as soon as possible, avoiding any potential explosive consequences.
Just as he was getting more puzzled by the officer’s behavior—after all, someone of his standing shouldn’t be picking on a young girl—he was stunned to see that the officer suddenly curled his lips into a strange smile. The driver couldn’t help but worry for the young girl, thinking she might be in trouble now.
Back at the hotel, Ouyang Che went straight to the bathroom. He had a mild case of OCD, and being drenched in red ink made him feel very uncomfortable.
The dark color of the military uniform had made the ink stains less noticeable, but it was a different story for the white shirt underneath. The red ink on it looked as though it was stained with blood.
Ouyang Che frowned, yanking off the shirt as the image of Ye Anhao’s triumphant escape flashed through his mind, his softened expression growing cold once again.
Daring to treat him this way, Ye Anhao was the first. He intended to see if she could remain as pleased with herself in the future.
At that time, Ouyang Che was solely focused on how to grind down Ye Anhao’s pride and triumph. Later, he came to realize that her pride and triumph back then were actually the most beautiful aspects. Pride was easily crushed, but once shattered, it was difficult to piece back together.
As he stepped out of the bathroom, the phone rang at just the right moment. He glanced at the caller ID; it was Mrs. Ouyang.
Squinting at the phone screen, Ouyang Che eventually chose not to answer.
