Yanyue struggled to grasp the situation. Her mind was blank as she was shocked at what was happening to her. Once she could think again, she broke free from the man's embrace.
"I'm sorry," she said awkwardly, "but Young Master Yang, I don't know who Lulu is. My name is Shen Yanyue."
She saw the exhilarated look in the man's eyes change to that of disbelief.
"What are you talking about? You are Lulu! You look exactly like her!"
Yanyue shook her head in denial. "I'm sorry, but my name is Yanyue."
Young Master Yang could not take the truth. He held onto either side of her shoulders and looked into her eyes. "You don't know me? I'm Yanfeng!"
Then, his eyes widened in horror. "What happened to you? Did you forget about me?"
Yanyue wanted to leave this strange man. At first, she thought he was well-mannered, but now he looked crazy.
Then, a sturdy and warm hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her away.
A familiar and cold voice came from above her head.
"Young Master Yang must be mistaken. This is my wife, Mrs. Lu of the Lu Group," Beichen stated, his hand tightening around her waist while Wanyue was beside him.
Yanfeng looked at the domineering man holding onto the woman affectionately and was dumbfounded. He refused to acknowledge this fact, but perhaps this person was not the one he was looking for. However, he could not explain the uncanny similarity to Lulu. He would believe that it was her twin standing in front of him.
"She's your wife? Where's your proof?" Yanfeng asked to ensure that he was not being scammed.
Beichen gave another indifferent gaze at the man.
"Look closely," he said as he inclined his head towards Yanyue.
Yanyue felt his face inching closer, and she could feel the light, spicy vanilla scent wafting from his hot breath. Before she could dodge him, his lips covered hers. Her skin tingled, and she stared at his closed eyes without blinking. The objects around her became blurry, as if time had frozen.
The people in the room, now circling them, gasped in astonishment. Wanyue was incredibly shocked and her face wrinkled in an ugly frown.
People had always thought that she had an intimate relationship with Beichen, but the truth was that he was not someone who liked skinship. He would never initiate anything beyond a hug. His reluctance to get closer to her made her doubt his ability to have sex, but she was wrong because he got her sister pregnant after all.
Whenever she thought about this, she would always curse her sister because she was able to sleep with Beichen when he was drugged, while she, who was his long-time lover, had never slept with him before.
She was aware that he had some health issues, but it should not have taken four long years for them to consummate their relationship, which had not yet happened according to the truth that she kept hidden from him.
After a good minute, Beichen retracted his lips. He licked away the lipstick that had gotten on his lips like cotton candy, smiling smugly because her speechless expression and red face greatly amused him.
"Is this enough proof?" he asked arrogantly to the flabbergasted man before them.
Yanfeng did not know what to say after that. The woman he thought he knew did not resist that man, so what he heard was credible. In other words, the man was her husband, which made him remember who this man was.
He was Lu Beichen, the President of the Lu Group and the second prince of Yilongua. He had recently married but had not publicly appeared with his wife because their relationship seemed unharmonious. People who did not follow their gossip or personal lives would not know who his wife was.
After seeing their public display of affection, Yanfeng thought people were making assumptions about the couple's relationship because the two people in front of him were stuck together like glue.
Yanyue slowly nudged out of Beichen's body, and he became unhappy that she pushed him away.
She felt a little uncomfortable because this was the first time they had appeared together in public, even though it was a coincidence. To make matters worse, he even kissed her. This was too much for her heart to handle.
She concluded that he must have been drinking too much and confused her for his lover who was just on the other side of him.
"Young Master Yang, I don't know who you are looking for, but I am not her," Yanyue confirmed again.
Even after such an act between the couple, Yanfeng was doubtful. He had the resources to validate their claims and would look into it later, but right now was not the time to embarrass himself any further, lest people think he was stealing someone's wife.
The woman before him looked so much like Lulu, so he would not mind making friends with her even if she were not her.
So, he reintroduced himself to her.
"Mrs. Lu, I apologize for my unsubstantiated claims just now. You look so much like someone I knew, and I was surprised. However, if you don't mind, can we still be friends?" he asked politely, putting his hands in front of her as a sign of respect.
Yanyue looked around the room. If she did not accept this person's wish to become friends, she would become the villain in front of all these people, mainly because this person was the celebrated figure of today's event.
She glanced up to Beichen who was indifferent. She did not know what he was thinking, but as his wife, her actions would have repercussions on his reputation.
So, without hesitation, she placed her hand on his, which he pecked on top of, sealing their newfound friendship.
Her face turned pink from embarrassment because she was not used to anyone else besides Beichen kissing her. After he was done, she took her hand back and smiled politely at the man.
People began dispersing from the scene, as nothing was interesting anymore. Wanyue hooked her arms around Beichen and wanted to force him to go somewhere else to socialize, as she could not stand Yanyue near him.
The man looked at the lonesome woman he had just kissed. The corners of his lips raised arrogantly as he walked away with his lover.
Yanyue was thankful that Beichen finally let her go because she could breathe normally now that he was gone.
She went to the bathroom to cool down, splashing cool water down her face. When she looked up, she saw a familiar figure behind her.
She turned around, but before she could say anything a sharp sound echoed the bathroom and her cheeks burned in pain.
"You bitch! Why should I watch him kiss you in front of everyone? Do you see me as a joke?" Wanyue yelled.
Yanyue rubbed her red cheeks.
Even when they were kids, Wanyue would push and yell at her for no reason and take everything she ever had. But she never liked to fight back because Wanyue was her only sister. She cherished such a relationship very much, so she was always the one who yielded first.
It was true then and even more now because she stole her position as Beichen's wife. This was a sin that she could never escape.
"Wanyue, I didn't mean to do that. I never asked for him to announce our relationship that way," she said, knowing that Wanyue did not care about explanations.
"Because of you, people call me a mistress! Do you know how shameful that is? I was the first to meet him, but you stole him away!" Wanyue screamed in her face.
Yanyue shook her head and could only sob quietly because everything her sister said was true. She wanted to get out of this marriage, but she was pregnant now, so it was even more impossible to divorce Beichen as she had planned.
Wanyue stared at Yanyue's stomach. Her eyes wrinkled in disgust and hatred. "Do you think being pregnant can save you? Let's see if you can keep this bastard child!"
Then, she turned and left the bathroom, as people began to knock on the door she had locked when she came in.
Yanyue's face turned pale. She leaned against the bathroom wall for support. She knew that Wanyue was filled with wrath and schemes.
In high school, she made a girl stop coming to school because that girl had given a love letter to Beichen. Another girl was expelled for giving chocolates to Beichen on Valentine's Day.
The woman could and would do anything to be with Beichen, meaning her baby would not be safe.
Yanyue furrowed her eyebrows, concerned and hoping that nothing terrible would happen in the future.