C11 Chapter 11

Qiao Huan's curled up body was beginning to feel numb from maintaining the same posture for a long time. The feeling made her want to curse.

Fortunately, not long after arriving at the hotel where the banquet was held, she could faintly hear her sister's voice from the trunk of the car.

Not long after the car started, it finally stopped at a brightly lit spot.

Moments later, the trunk was opened.

Qiao Yin helped Qiao Huan out of the trunk.

Qiao Huan's legs had long since become numb. Her body staggered as she landed on the ground.

Qiao Yin pulled Qiao Huan to hide behind the car as she whispered, "Quickly take off your veil. Your ghastly appearance isn't like a bride at all …"

Indeed, at this moment, Qiao Huan was not only in a sorry state, but she was also in a terrible state.

Her hair had been a mess from the sweat trickling down her forehead, and the black glasses on her nose were even more prominent.

Qiao Yin quickly took off her glasses. "You should be able to see it, right?"

Qiao Huan nodded, "Yes."

Qiao Yin then put down Qiao Huan's veil, "Remember to be careful when you enter the Leh Family. Don't let anyone see any clues … My husband is so handsome! " Qiao Yin seemed to be very satisfied with her groom.

Qiao Huan remained silent.

"Young Madam …" The driver and bodyguard that Qiao Yin had just dismissed started calling out to her.

Qiao Yin quickly stuffed a square piece of foil into Qiao Huan's palm. "Find a way to get my husband to use contraception …" "Remember!"

After saying that, Qiao Yin hid herself beneath the car while Qiao Huan walked towards the group of chauffeurs and bodyguards.

As expected of the servants of the Leh Family, they did not dare to look straight at Qiao Huan. Adding to that, Qiao Huan had her head covered by a veil, her head slightly lowered, so no one noticed that she was already on the same side as Qiao Yin.

Qiao Huan followed the servant to the first general's room on the second floor of the mansion. The female servant said respectfully, "Young Madam, this is your and Young Master's new room … Young Master should be back soon, you can take a bath first. "

"Alright." Qiao Huan nodded politely.

The servant retreated to the door.

Qiao Huan asked suspiciously, "Why aren't you leaving?"

"I'll stay and serve Young Madam." the servant said.

Qiao Huan quickly shook her head. "No need, this is my home from now on, there's no need to be so formal … "You can leave first, I'll call for you if you need anything!"

"Yes." The servant bowed before retreating.

Qiao Huan gently turned the handle of the door.

The lights in the room were on, and she automatically glanced at the furnishings of the new room.

The second she caught a glimpse of the interior design, her breathing seemed to stop, and she stared around her.

Was she dreaming?

Pure white European wallpaper, pure white double bed, pure white romantic candlestick, and a pure white windowsill …

She remembered telling the older boy years ago that she wanted a room.

This room must have a French window, through which one could see the night view of the entire city. And inside the room, there must be a pure white European wallpaper, a pure white double bed …

She even told the older boy every detail of the furnishings in the room, and the furnishings she saw were exactly as she had imagined.

She was stunned as her eyes looked at the scene in front of her with disbelief.

The image in her mind seemed to date back to thirteen years ago, when she couldn't help but turn her steps toward the French windows.

Gently pushing open the French doors, the first thing that came to her nose was Han Xiangshan's unique fresh air. At this moment, it was mixed with the gentle night breeze, making her feel extremely comfortable.

She involuntarily stepped away from the French windows and stood on the green lawn outside the French windows. Her gaze was fixated on the night view of City H beneath Han Xiangshan.

At night, the city was brightly lit. The place she was looking at was the relaxed and enchanting Han Xiangshan. She couldn't help but indulge in the beautiful night scenery.

Suddenly, she heard the faint sound of a servant's voice coming from behind her. "Young Madam, the young master is back …"

Only then did she recover from her stupor. Remembering the reality in front of her, she hurriedly lifted up her wedding dress and rushed back to the French windows.

What Qiao Huan didn't know was that she had unknowingly moved a step forward, and the window behind her wasn't the same as the one she came out from …

She fled back to her room, holding her breath …