C9

After hanging up, she was surrounded by extreme silence. She slept all the way until dawn.

For three consecutive days, she had been holed up at home, unwilling to do anything, much less move.

On the fourth day, at around ten in the evening, her phone rang. She picked it up and saw that it was Xia Ran.

She didn't answer and a message came, "Wen Xin, I know you're at home. My driver is here to pick you up, quickly go downstairs."

Wen Xin bit her lips, planning to ignore her, after a while, her mother's phone call came in, she closed her eyes in despair, and picked it up, "Hello."

"Wen Xin, are you home?"

"I'm here." Wen Xin replied.

"Tonight, Jueye is drunk, this is a good opportunity, quickly go to Ran Ran's villa!"

Wen Xin's mind was a little blank. She wanted to reject him, but she knew that even if she rejected tonight, there would still be a chance in the future.

Instead, she might as well finish her plan and live her life.

Wen Xin went downstairs and the driver waited patiently for her. They drove to Xia Ran's villa, which was a large independent villa located in the Rich District.

At the moment, other than the scenery lights outside the villa, the interior of the villa was dark and devoid of people. After she got off, the chauffeur turned around and left.

Xia Ran walked out of the room wearing a pyjamas and gown, like a violet at night.

"He's here. Have you taken a bath?" Xia Ran's voice did not sound emotional at all.

Wen Xin looked at her and suddenly felt pity. Giving the man she loved to another woman was not good for her, right?

"Yes." she answered.

"He's in the guest room on the third floor. Go ahead!" Xia Ran restrained an indescribable pain and urged him on.

She didn't allow them to act in the main bed, so she had the bodyguards send the drunk Leng Jueye to the guest room.

Wen Xin bitterly bit her lips, took a deep breath and walked in, then walked up the stairs. Behind her, Xia Ran's beautiful eyes were filled with discomfort, as she suppressed the hatred and unwillingness in her heart.

Walking on the grand staircase, Wen Xin's beautiful eyes were also filled with water light, her eyelashes drooped down like flowing feathers, and her heart clenched tightly.

In the guest room on the third floor, there was a room with half open door and dim wall lights on. Standing at the door, Wen Xin breathed heavily for no reason, she clenched her fists tightly, preparing her heart. After about a minute, she finally walked into the room and closed the door.

A man reeked of alcohol was lying on the bed. His brows were slightly furrowed, and his appearance when he fell asleep was as if he had been carved out of jade.

This man was really good-looking.

It was no wonder that Xia Ran would love him so much. Even if it was by means of marriage, she would be willing to marry him.

Was he really asleep? Would he wake up? Wen Xin worriedly thought to herself. Seeing the wall lamp, she walked over with a guilty conscience. She twisted it and with a clapping sound, the entire room was turned into darkness.

Her heart relaxed a little. She stood on the bed, at a loss as to what to do next.

In the darkness, she heard a low hum from the man, as if dissatisfied with the dark surroundings.

Wen Xin was so frightened that she retreated two steps. But at this time, in the darkness, the man called out in a low voice, "Of course, is that you?"

Wen Xin's heart rose to her throat as she answered as calmly as possible, "Yes ? It's me. "

Her and Xia Ran's tone of voice were somewhat similar, as she hoped that the drunk man wouldn't be able to tell the difference.

"Come here." The man's deep voice called out.