They say marriage is the tomb of love, and sadly, there are still those who try to rob the grave. But for Jin Keke, the real tragedy was that the man she loved didn't love her back...
Three months into their marriage, they had barely exchanged more than three sentences, let alone shared a bed. This loveless, passionless union seemed destined for divorce. Yet, Jin Keke was hopelessly infatuated with that insufferable man, leaving her in a state of agonizing turmoil.
"Xiao Tian, tell me, am I really that hideous? Am I so dull and unappealing? Why can't Feng Ziming see me for who I am?" The thought of all the glamorous women surrounding Feng Ziming made Jin Keke feel like she was suffocating, as if she had aged decades in an instant.
Feng Ziming, the CEO of the Feng Corporation, was the most outstanding young talent in W City, bar none. With his impeccable family background and devastatingly handsome looks, he was the dream man for women of all ages.
"Keke, ever since elementary school, you've been the school belle, and even in university, you stood out like a shining star!" Qian Xiaotian, one of Jin Keke's closest friends, naturally sang her praises.
Slumped over the bar counter, Jin Keke muttered self-deprecatingly, "More like the school joke. Enough talk, let's drink!" She scoffed at the idea of being a school belle; it was never something she cared about. All she wanted was a single glance of compassion from Feng Ziming.
"Ruining yourself over a man like that, Jin Keke, you're a disgrace to women! I warned you when you got married, never pour your heart out to a man, no matter how much you love him!" Qian Xiaotian snatched the glass from Jin Keke's hand, stopping her from further self-destruction. "You can't even handle alcohol, yet you insist on pushing yourself."
The fiery liquor burned her throat, leaving Jin Keke gasping for air. But even then, she refused to stop her self-inflicted torment.
"Give it back!" Jin Keke had dragged Qian Xiaotian to the "Clear Sky Bar" with the sole intention of drowning her sorrows. Due to some childhood experiences, Jin Keke's self-protective instincts were unusually strong. "Xiaotian, you promised to keep me company tonight. I’m not even forcing you to drink, so why are you stopping me?"
Her outburst left her delicate, oval face flushed with two rosy patches. Her eyes, usually calm, now shimmered with unshed tears, and her lips, painted a deep red, trembled slightly.
"Do you even know how to drink? One glass after another—you never touch alcohol normally. Are you trying to kill yourself?" Qian Xiaotian was furious. What good was love if it made someone lose themselves completely?
Jin Keke knew her friend was worried, but she desperately needed this release. "Xiaotian!" she screamed, her voice raw and desperate. The outburst shocked not only Qian Xiaotian but Jin Keke herself.
Jin Keke would never do something as foolish as damaging a friendship over love. She looked at Qian Xiaotian with tearful eyes, filled with regret.
"In just three months, I feel like I’ve used up a lifetime’s worth of energy just to survive. Today, I just want to let loose. I’m not going to die from alcohol poisoning."
Qian Xiaotian had never seen her best friend so out of control. She understood the immense pressure Jin Keke was under, with no outlet for her emotions.
In wealthy families, heirs were everything. Jin Keke and her husband, Feng Ziming, had been married for three months, and yet there was no sign of a pregnancy. Naturally, the Feng family blamed Jin Keke entirely.
Last month, Shu Min, Feng Ziming’s stepmother, had forcibly taken Jin Keke to a gynecologist for a checkup. The results showed everything was normal, and the doctor suggested that Feng Ziming should also be examined.
But back at home, no one dared to bring up the idea of Feng Ziming getting checked.
For Jin Keke, this was utterly unfair.
Yet, her parents and in-laws were in complete agreement, and since she genuinely loved Feng Ziming, she willingly played the role of the submissive wife.
To foster the young couple’s relationship, Jin Keke had been assigned as Feng Ziming’s personal assistant, expected to be by his side 24/7.
Not only that, but the Feng family had also openly planted spies under the guise of "taking care of their daily needs."
Despite the strict orders from both sets of parents, Feng Ziming still refused to have any meaningful contact with Jin Keke.
In public or in private, his demeanor remained unchanged. Even when Jin Keke pleaded with him to put on a facade, he remained unmoved.
"Fine! If you want to get drunk, I'll keep you company. But for the sake of our safety, I’ve decided to drink milk instead," Qian Xiaotian declared with a flourish, pulling out a large bottle of milk from behind her back. She even put on a brave face, as if she were sacrificing herself for a noble cause.
As expected, Jin Keke ended up completely wasted, while Qian Xiaotian was so bloated from the milk that she could barely move. One was hiccuping nonstop, and the other was running to the bathroom every few minutes.
"Keke, I’m going to the restroom. Wait for me, and don’t wander off, okay?" Qian Xiaotian, once again feeling the urgent call of nature, silently vowed to never drink milk again in her life.
Jin Keke, already in a daze, couldn’t even comprehend what Qian Xiaotian was saying. She mumbled incoherently, her words slurred and unintelligible.
Seeing this, Qian Xiaotian shook her head in resignation. "Check, please," she said, ready to pay the bill, use the restroom, and get out of there.
What the two clueless girls didn’t know was that they had been under surveillance for a while. If it hadn’t been for Qian Xiaotian staying sober, they would have already been dragged into a dark corner and forced into unspeakable situations.
Under the dazzling lights, two tattooed men exchanged glances, their lips curling into lecherous smirks. But just as they locked eyes, Jin Keke, who had been slumped over the bar, vanished.
The two men stared in shock at the now-empty spot, rubbing their eyes as if they had seen a ghost. Terrified, they let out a series of screams and bolted out of the bar in panic.
Meanwhile, Jin Keke, still in a haze, felt a burning hand grip her waist. Before she could react, she was hoisted onto the shoulder of a muscular man. A familiar scent washed over her.
She was about to call out his name when the jolting motion of being carried made her already foggy mind spin even more. Her stomach churned violently, as if someone were stirring it with a stick, and she felt utterly miserable.
Just as Jin Keke was on the verge of throwing up, she was tossed onto a soft, comfortable bed. Her body bounced slightly before settling, and she could no longer hold it in. She leaned over the edge of the bed and vomited uncontrollably.
Before Jin Keke could finish her sentence, a large, restless hand roughly tugged at her clothes. A chill ran down her spine, and only then did she realize the danger she was in. Her drunken, beautiful eyes widened in sudden fear, leaving her utterly panicked and at a loss.
Too intoxicated to think clearly, even as terror gripped her, Jin Keke couldn’t make out the face of the man who was forcefully taking her away. She instinctively fought back, resisting the intruder’s advances, but her strength was no match for his—it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
In the next moment, a torrent of kisses descended upon her, swallowing her startled cries. Pain followed swiftly, overwhelming her with an endless wave of fear. Everything happened so quickly, so ruthlessly.
That night, the man became insatiable. From the bed to the carpet, and then to the bathroom, the entire presidential suite bore the evidence of their passion.
The night stretched on, long and unrelenting. The moon, as if shy, hid behind a veil of clouds, unwilling to witness the intensity of the moment.
