C6

The bellows were very quiet. In the silence, Pei Qingcheng's hair had already been blown dry.

Her heart was beating so fast she could hear it.

She was two years late for the wedding night. She thought she would never have to face this day, but it still came.

Ye Juan walked out of the room. When he came back in ten minutes later, the gauze on his palms had already been changed.

What next?

She sat on the edge of the bed and heard the sound of rustling.

Ye Zichen looked up and saw Ye Juan changing clothes with his back facing her.

The light shirt was off, showing the longitudinal lines of the muscles.

Some people said that the longitudinal distribution of muscles was the most beautiful, but at this moment, Pei Qingcheng wasn't in the mood to admire his perfect figure, because she saw the eye-catching flesh-red scar on his waist, quietly blooming like a rose on his back.

Pei Qingcheng had personally pierced this scar with her own hands.

That year, when Yin Hann fell from the top of the building, he was not the only one on the 26th floor, there was also Ye Juan.

At that time, Pei Qingcheng knelt beside Yin Hann crying, Ye Juan stood beside her without a word.

When he turned around, Pei Qingcheng picked up a steel bar from the ground and stuck it into his waist.

This poke almost took Ye Juan's life.

Pei Qingcheng's hands were too ruthless, and the steel bars were full of rust.

Ye Juan almost died from the complications when he recovered his life from the operation table.

Pei Qingcheng waited quietly at home for Ye Juan to claim her life, but nothing happened.

Until a year later, when Pei's suffered from financial turmoil and poor management. Pei Qingcheng married Ye Juan under the arrangements of her family.

It wasn't until the day of the wedding that she knew it was Ye Juan who had married her.

She had only seen Ye Juan a few times.

But he was the person she hated the most in her life.

Ye Juan changed into his pajamas and turned around. Pei Qingcheng then jumped out from her memories.

The man's muscular chest appeared in front of Pei Qingcheng.

The male hormones and Ye Juan's natural coldness were mixed together, contradictory and harmonious.

This kind of aura suppressed every single one of Pei Qingcheng's nerves.

Her fingers felt numb. What should she do next?

How to do what a wife should do?

She straightened up from the dressing table and approached him step by step.

Although she hated him to the bone, as long as she treated him as a merchant, she wouldn't feel so bad.

She walked up to the man and raised her head.

Ye Juan was very tall, 1.9 meters. He was always the most eye-catching person in the crowd.

Pei Qingcheng wasn't short either. She was nearly 1.7 meters tall, but she could only raise her head and look at him.

On the media, someone had once described Ye Juan's appearance in this way.

It was said that one day, God was in a good mood. He had been rewarded with flowers, drank wine and ate delicious food.

In this moment of physical and mental joy, he created Ye Juan.

After the creation was completed, he was also astounded.

He was like a famous sculptor who had created a peak that he would never be able to cross in his entire life.

Ye Juan's face was created by a certain creator at a certain time.

Any change in one of these conditions would not produce a second Ye Juan.

There was only one Ye Juan in the world that could bring birth to countless women and kill them all.

Actually, Pei Qingcheng and Ye Juan weren't that familiar with each other.

It's funny, isn't it? A couple that's been married for two years, their fiance's former best friend.

She wasn't familiar with him.

Should she be glad that she wasn't affected by that wretched man last night?

Instead, he used it to curry favor with the man in front of him?

She lowered her eyes in pain and moved her hand to the waistband of her robe.

In any case, her heart had already died. Her current body was simply a walking corpse.

She bit her lower lip and tugged at her belt.

The silk slipped off her shoulders like a blooming epiphyllum.

However, at the same time, Ye Juan's fingers timely pinched her falling clothes.

The moment Ye Juan saw the girl's soft and fair skin, it was as if there was a resplendent flower blooming in his heart. He really wanted to reach out and wrap the girl in his embrace.

But her quivering eyelashes, her pale lips, and her pale, trembling fingertips all showed that she was not willing.

He wanted everything about her.

But it couldn't be a compromise.

He also wouldn't allow Pei Qingcheng to shed tears for him.

She could cry for someone else, but it couldn't be him who made her cry.

He grabbed a soft blanket on the bed and wrapped Pei Qingcheng up.

"You're tired. If you don't like the people around you, I'll go sleep on the sofa."

Ye Juan's voice was as gentle as a flowing river.

Everyone said that Ye Juan was temperamental and that no one would ever be able to figure out his thoughts.

However, he never got angry in front of Pei Qingcheng.

Including Pei Qingcheng poking him a steel bar, including her fiercely slapping him on the night of the wedding candles, and this morning she even used the pyramid to injure him.

He was especially tolerant in front of her.

Pei Qingcheng felt that she had misheard. Could it be that Ye Juan let her off that easily?

She was lifted up by the man and gently placed on the bed. Her movements were very gentle, as if she had become a baby.

"Go to sleep!" the man said.

Pei Qingcheng shrunk into the bed. How could she let a rich customer sleep on a sofa?

This was a deal, Ye Juan was her customer.

How could she neglect a client?

She slept inside, her voice cold and businesslike.

"Since the bed is so big, you should at least give half of it to Chairman Ye."

With that, the girl closed her eyes.

She had meant to fulfill her duty tonight, and he could not blame her for not wanting it.

The bed beside her moved. It was probably Ye Juan lying beside her.

She and her beloved fiancé, Yin Hann, had never slept together before. She never thought that this opportunity would be given to the person she hated the most.

The lights dimmed to the best brightness for sleep.

Music began to play in the room.

She liked the song of an English poet whose lyrics changed.

The song sounded as though it was crying. It was translated into Chinese as follows:

Good night, my love.

Sleep or not.

I'm all around you.

Pei Qingcheng held the pyramid in her hands and then placed it on her chest.

Whoever was sleeping next to me.

Yin Hann, my love.

I love you.

Pei Qingcheng muttered to herself as she quickly fell asleep.

The girl was fast asleep.

I heard that she had been sleepless for several days and the recipe for dinner was made by Ye Juan himself.

Some foods can calm the mind and guarantee the quality of sleep.

For example, that black fish egg soup, the protein of the polymer will make people's mood calm.

For the second night in a row, he watched the girl sleep.

The happiest thing in the world.

Ye Juan supported his head with one hand as he laid beside the girl and stared at her.

Her long eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyelids, and her cheeks, smooth as marble, gradually regained their blood-colored lips.

However, there were teeth marks on his lower lip.

Her condition had not changed. Whenever she was nervous or at a loss, she would bite her lower lip.

Perhaps, the only thing Ye Juan could not stop was her hurting herself!

It had been a long time since Pei Qingcheng had slept so well. Ever since her family's frequent incidents, it had been a long time since she slept all night until daybreak.

Zhuang Sheng's Dream's bed was truly the most comfortable bed in the entire world.

She rolled over as if into someone's arms.

She opened her eyes and bumped into a pair of eyes that were like the dark night.

It was Ye Juan!

She abruptly stood up and realized that she had been curled up in his embrace all along.

As if it was hot, Pei Qingcheng jumped up from the bed and ran to the cloakroom.

Ye Juan's gaze burned her back.

Today, the dining hall of Zhuang Sheng's Dream was especially lively.

The kitchen had been busy since five o'clock.

Although Housekeeper Hu had told him what his wife liked to eat, it had to be changed.

Thinking about how his wife would always eat breakfast at home in the morning, it was really stressful.

Isn't it painful and happy?

Soong Xieyang came early in the morning to get some food.

He had long coveted for Zhuang Sheng's Dream's chef, so he couldn't dig it out. Normally, he wouldn't even have the chance to eat, but today was different.

Ye Juan should be in a good mood. He even supported Ye Juan's spending so much money yesterday, so he couldn't be stingy today.

He met Ye Juan at the staircase.

A pale gray checked shirt with a denim windbreaker.

A familiar looking man, casually standing on the curb, was like a lively and fragrant street slap.

Soong Xieyang widened his eyes. Was he seeing things?

Was he too greedy for Zhuang Sheng's Dream's food, and his perception became a bit out of whimsical?

Ye Juan, who had a ten thousand year black style, had actually chosen a different color and style!

Isn't the reputation of the number one handsome brother in Mo City enough, for him to still want to be the number one in the world?

Brother, can you keep a low profile?

Today, a strange expression appeared on his good brother's face.

There were dark circles under his eyes. It was obvious that he had not slept well last night.

However, his eyes were burning with passion and happiness?

Pleasure? He could even read joy from Ye Juan's eyes?

Soong Xieyang swallowed his saliva: "Hai."

"Why are you here?" Ye Juan's gaze swept over him and became cold.

"I heard that sister-in-law has returned. She came to visit us today."

Soong Xieyang was shameless. He was obviously older than Ye Juan, but he pretended to be cute.

Ye Juan walked straight towards the dining room. "She might not want you to visit her."

Soong Xieyang followed with a smile and sat down beside Ye Juan: "It's just a house, it's always crowded when people come and go."

Ye Juan looked at him and the chair under his butt. Soong Xieyang looked down in confusion.

The chair he was seated in was different from the others. It was lavender in color, and the back of the chair was very high, like the throne of a royal queen.

"What do you mean?"

"This is Madame's chair." Wu whispered in Soong Xieyang's ear, "Our wife likes to watch Disney's court cartoons."

Soong Xieyang was very sensible and immediately stood up. He even stretched out his hand and brushed the surface of the chair: "I'll sit over there."

Soong Xieyang's stomach growled in hunger, but there was no response from the kitchen.

Ye Juan watched the news with his tablet computer, not in a hurry.

Soong Xieyang was starving. He whispered to Ding Hann, "Why don't you start eating?"

"Waiting for Madam."

"And your wife?"

"Probably changing clothes, putting on makeup, or something."

Soong Xieyang wanted to cry, but no tears came out.

A woman's makeup could be long or short. An hour was her foundation.

Just as he was wailing in his heart, the sound of footsteps came from the entrance of the restaurant.

Soong Xieyang hurriedly looked towards the door.