On some private island in Italy.
Inside the European-style castle that towers over the island, the black bed canopy is flapping in the wind coming from the outside. A petite girl in a school uniform can be glimpsed within the rustling curtains of the bed, half-prone and squinting, her eyes filled with helplessness and fear.
The intricately decorated door to this European-style room is slowly pushed open, emitting a heavy creak—"Wheeze . . ."
Leading the way is a man in a black suit who then steps aside to allow room.
A man with a firm stride comes up to the bed, bends down to look at the trembling person on the bed.
Even though she is somewhat conscious, she cannot move due to fear, and her eyes are filled with tears. In her blurred vision, the man looking down at her seemed to emanate an aura of coldness and nobility.
The man looks at the person on the bed with a cold gaze, "Is this the one that the young lady has arranged?"
"Sir, indeed it is her."
What does it mean by 'the one that the young lady has arranged'?
The girl on the bed shivered a few times, shouldn't this be about kidney transplantation?
Why didn't she see any doctors but only this man? Could it be that this man is a doctor?
The man's eyes showed a moment of deep thought. After a few minutes, he casually waved his hand resting on his thigh, "You can all leave now." With that, all the people behind him withdrew soundlessly.
On the bed, she blinked hard, trying to figure out what was going on, but no matter how hard she tried to open her eyes, the only thing she saw was a blurry figure. Why did she feel so weak?
Could it be... the water that woman had given her earlier was problematic?
The feeling of helplessness and confusion, as if being in a dark night and eaten by a predator, felt horrible.
In the cold, fear-ridden darkness of the night, the man was as fierce and wild as a runaway stallion—
"Ah—no—"
Wu Yusheng awoke from her scream, pulled from her dream by reality. Her expression had been stunned for over five minutes before she realized that she had been troubled by that nightmare again.
That nightmare, ever since she went to study abroad in Italy, had been haunting her for four full years. It felt so viscerally real.
Wu Yusheng shook her head and, drenched in cold sweat, went to take a shower in the bathroom. After showering, she came out of the room and heard some commotion from the study. Wiping her hair dry, she made her way towards it.
"Zi Qian?"
There was no answer.
The moment Wu Yusheng opened the door to the study, her heart started to quiver.
The room was filled with a romantic aura; books were knocked off and littered the floor along with scattered clothes, and a trembling thin black leg protruded halfway from behind a bookcase.
And the star of this raunchy scene was her fiancé— Song Zi Qian.
Just as Ye Xiang Nuan, who was hooking Song Zi Qian's neck and about to kiss him, caught sight of Wu Yusheng standing at the door, she screamed. She quickly pulled down the clothes that Song Zi Qian had pushed to her chest to cover her body.
Compared to Ye Xiang Nuan's panic, Song Zi Qian remained calm. After adjusting his trousers, he wrapped his arm around Ye Xiang Nuan's slender waist and looked at the woman at the door.
Ye Xiang Nuan glanced at the scattered tissues and condoms on the floor, her cheeks flushed. She pushed against Song Zi Qian's chest and looked at Wu Yusheng, "Sis, it's not what you see, let me explain..."
Explain what?
That she collected used condoms?
"Is a tissue for wiping the nose?
Is black silk for dogs to chew?
Is the strong smell in the room a fart?
Song Ziqian patted the person in his arms nonchalantly as he spoke, "Clean up the study before Grandma comes back."
Wu Yusheng felt a pang of discomfort in his chest, "If you're afraid of getting caught, don't bring someone back sneakily."
"Sneakily?" Song Ziqian let out a smug laugh after thinking for about ten seconds.
Song Ziqian, holding Ye Xiangnuan in his arms, came to Wu Yusheng. Holding Wu's chin, his piercing eyes stared into Wu's, "I nearly forgot that I’m married. But Wu Yusheng, what right do you have to blame me, you're not so innocent yourself."
Wu Yusheng bit his lips, his eyes trembled...
Wu Yusheng's aggrieved look was met with Song Ziqian's disdainful nudge.
Song Ziqian caressed Ye Xiangnuan's chin, "Darling, the air is too dirty here, let's go out to take some fresh air."
Ye Xiangnuan anxiously grabbed Wu Yusheng's arm. "Sis, let me explain. Nothing happened between Ziqian and me. What you saw was just..."
As Wu Yusheng was about to shake off Ye Xiangnuan's hand, Ye Xiangnuan cried out and is thrown to the side. Song Ziqian's eyes filled with fury as he grabbed Wu Yusheng's neck and slammed him towards the bookshelf.
"Ah..." A sudden tightening in his throat caused Wu Yusheng's brows to furrow deeply.
Getting up and clutching her arm, Ye Xiangnuan rushed up, "Ziqian, I just fell accidentally earlier, it's not Sis's fault."
"You, leave first!"
"I'll leave then, Brother Qian, don't make things difficult for your sister."
Seeing the look on Song Ziqian's face that seemed as if he wanted to kill her, Wu Yusheng let out a cold laugh. All of the humiliation surged in her heart, her eyes filled unconsciously with tears. Wu Yusheng stared at Song Ziqian, her word heavy upon every utterance, "Don't you love her? Okay, I'll fulfill your wish, let's divorce!"
Song Ziqian tightened his grip on Wu Yusheng, staring into her eyes, "Divorce?"
"Yes!" The woman's lips curved into a faint smile.
Her smile enraged the man. A large hand caught the collar of her dress, three buttons at her chest broke off, revealing her exquisite collarbones. The man's furious breath landed on her collarbone, sending a chill down her spine.
Wu Yusheng reached out to straighten her buttons but Song Ziqian grabbed her hand and pinned it above her head.
"Song Ziqian, let me go!"
"Do you want to divorce me and mess around with other men?" Song Ziqian wished he could tear this woman who brought him humiliation into pieces.
"Yes!" From his perspective, she, Wu Yusheng, was undoubtedly a dirty and lowly woman. She was sick and tired of the harm this man had done to her!
As Wu Yusheng's voice, trembling with determination, fell, a hand moved down from her collarbone.
"Song Ziqian!" The hand touching her skin still carried the nauseating scent of another woman. Wu Yusheng wanted to vomit.
"Do those wild men of yours start off like I do, or do they get right down to it?"
"Song Ziqian, you disgust me!" Blushing furiously, she roared at Song Ziqian.
She had once longed for this, dreamt of it so beautifully, but now, for some reason, she found it disgusting.
"I'm less disgusting than you've been, sleeping about!"
Once upon a time, Wu Yusheng had been the purest woman in his heart. But on their wedding night a year ago, he saw Wu Yusheng with her own brother ...
