C15 Chapter 15

“Don’t look at another man like that again.” Gu Lijue pinched Bai Nuochu’s sharp chin between his fingers. “It’ll make his life a little easier.”

With that, Gu Lijue tilted up Bai Nuochu’s chin and kissed her hard, slow and relentless.

When he finally let her go, the pale color of Bai Nuochu’s lips had been worked into a bruised, vivid red. Only then did Gu Lijue straighten, his gaze sweeping over the frozen crowd, his eyes satisfied and wicked.

“If not, does anyone here have a hobby of watching me on my wedding night?”

Gu Zongyue was so furious his nostrils flared, his face shifting between ashen and livid. With Gu Lijue putting on such a show of “affection,” everything Gu Zongyue had said earlier turned into a complete joke. His presence was nothing but an eyesore.

“Second brother, congratulations. Happy wedding.” Gu Zongyue stormed off.

Seeing how things had turned, the reporters wished they could sprout wings and get out of there, but even then they didn’t forget to do their jobs—dragging Bai Ni’an away, half pulling, half hauling.

The main couple was busy. There was no way they were letting the tragic supporting actress slip through their fingers.

“Let go of me! I’m not answering anything!”

“You media people are trash—scum—vultures!”

“Whoever dares lay a hand on me, I’ll call your editor-in-chief right now and get you fired…”

Bai Ni’an’s shrill shouting faded into the distance, nothing like her usual sweet, camera-ready persona.

The moment the door shut, Bai Nuochu shoved Gu Lijue away, a mess.

“What are you doing?” Gu Lijue caught her wrist.

“I’ve played along with your act, Young Master Jue. I can leave now, right?” Bai Nuochu clutched the pitiful corner of the blanket.

Bai Nuochu’s urgency to draw a clear line should’ve been exactly what satisfied Gu Lijue.

He’d chosen her precisely because, from start to finish, Bai Nuochu had never tried to cling to him or climb her way up. But her cool, distant face—refusing even to let her eyes meet his—made Gu Lijue inexplicably irritated.

“Leaving?” Gu Lijue instinctively refused to let Bai Nuochu have her way, yanking her back toward him.

The poor corner of the blanket slipped down, and against Bai Nuochu’s smooth, pale skin were unmistakable red marks. Gu Lijue’s gaze darkened at once.

“What else do you want?” Bai Nuochu snapped.

“What do I want?” Gu Lijue hauled her into his arms. “You think you can stop after it’s gone this far? Don’t be naive.”

“You… mm…” Bai Nuochu’s protest was quickly swallowed by his relentless, out-of-control claiming.

Gu Lijue chalked up every bit of his own abnormal behavior to one thing: he hadn’t had enough of Bai Nuochu. It was just a man’s temper flaring up—nothing to do with the fact that her resistance irritated him…

By the time Bai Nuochu finally came back to herself after that frenzied night, the sunlight was perfect. Her body clock was usually precise; she was disciplined and used to waking early. But now she didn’t drag herself out of a heavy sleep until nearly noon.

The man who’d driven her past every shred of reason and restraint last night was already gone. The hotel’s sleek digital clock read 11:00, proof of just how badly she’d been worn out.

Fragments of last night’s madness flickered back in broken flashes. Bai Nuochu clutched her head, the ache splitting through her skull.

When she finally focused, she noticed a note tucked beneath the clock, written in bold, forceful handwriting.

“Meeting. Breakfast will be sent up. License this afternoon.”