Translator: Atlas Studios
Editor: Atlas Studios
Night had fallen. The pale yellow fleece curtains were drawn imperviously, blocking the moonlight outside. It was dark and silent in the luxurious room.
Yan Xiruo, who had drunk too much, lay on the big and soft couch. She felt dizzy. Not too long later, she fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, she felt someone approaching her while she was sleeping in a confused state.
It must be Jingchen, right?
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It was a brand new day. The golden sun rays outside the window pierced through the heavy curtains and shone in to the presidential suite.
The delicate woman on the bed slowly opened her eyes with its densely curled eyelashes. Her almond-shaped eyes carried with it a trace of confusion associated with just having woken up. She had a small melon-sized face, and her facial features were exquisite.
She slowly recovered her consciousness. Upon her thinking that she had become a real Mrs. Lu yesterday night, Yan Xiruo’s lips curved into a sweet smile.
Lu Jingchen was four years older than she was. He was handsome, dignified, stable, and capable. He was the Lu family’s successor. She’d had a crush on him since she was young. She didn’t expect that she would really become his wife one day.
Before marriage, both of them were at most holding hands and hugging briefly. They hadn’t even kissed before. Although she drank too much yesterday night and wasn’t too sober, she vaguely remembered that he had approached her.
The man next to her was still asleep. Yan Xiruo mustered up the courage and turned her head slowly. She looked at him with gentle eyes.
It was just that the moment she saw the man’s looks, Yan Xiruo’s black pupils enlarged. A trace of incredulity flashed past her eyes.
She thought that she was hallucinating. She closed her eyes, then opened them again. A sculpture-like, flawless, and handsome face was before her. He had deep facial features, like a person in a painting. If she saw such a good-looking man on the streets any other day, she would definitely have let out a loud gasp in admiration.
It was just that…
Wasn’t it Lu Jingchen with her yesterday night? Why did it become this male stranger?
Yan Xiruo’s mind went blank.
She bit her lips hard. She recovered only when she felt the smell of blood spreading out in her mouth.
Was she dreaming…?
Fearful tears fell. The blood in her body seemed to have frozen into ice.
She clenched her fists and was about to hit the man lying next to her when he opened his eyes. Those narrow-shaped eyes were dark and deep, like a pair of dangerous abysses.
Even after waking up, there wasn’t a trace of temperature in the man’s eyes. What he had was a coldness that could give others frostbite.
Before Yan Xiruo’s fists landed on his body, his palms had already caught them.
When he saw the tears in her eyes, the man’s thin lips formed a straight line. His sword-like eyebrows frowned slightly. “Since you can’t afford to play, why did you come over yesterday night?”
The man’s voice was low, deep, and cold. It also carried a trace of mockery. The way he looked at her was sharp and cold, without a trace of temperature.
Under his powerful aura, Yan Xiruo couldn’t help but tremble.
However, once she thought of how he had ruined her, she was filled with hatred and anger.
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