B City's Begonia Bay Villa Area, the most luxurious villa region in B City.

Under the thick curtain of the evening, an attractive young woman was wearing a white dress. She was holding her dress in one hand and carrying a pair of crystal high-heels in the other, walking exhaustedly towards a villa in the Begonia Bay Villa Area.

Within the villa, festive decorations of duplicated happiness characters were patched everywhere. Even small cups were adorned with the same characters.

It can be assumed that this place was meant for the young woman to reside after her wedding.

But what was happening in the living room?

Seated here were a man and a woman each holding a glass of red wine. The man was strikingly handsome, with chiseled features. His lips, however, were tightened into a firm line, and his expression seemed indifferent, radiating an icy, eerily aloof air.

While the lady by his side had an equally refined demeanor, her slender hand gently swung her wine glass. She tipped it gracefully and poured the wine into her mouth. Her enchanting red lips remained unsoiled by the wine, only revealing her pretentious elegance by her slightly disheveled breath and the love mark on her neck.

"These wine glasses are all covered with red happiness characters. It's so annoying," the woman teased.

Nonchalantly, the man replied, "Bothered by it? Tear them off."

The woman giggled, covering her mouth, "Haoyu, has anyone told you that you're heartless?"

Before the man could respond with a cold grunt, the villa's front door was pushed open with a loud bang from the outside.

Caught by surprise, the wine in the woman's glass almost spilled. She then put down her glass and turned her gaze to the woman standing at the door, who was wearing a bridal dress, with her left hand holding her skirt and her right hand holding crystal high-heels for wedding ceremony use.

Whose bride was this? Had she walked to the wrong place?

However, the man smirked, a hint of irony tugging at his lips. He didn't expect her to return so soon?

Looking at the scene unfolding in the living room, the bride at the door was suddenly overtaken by a surge of anger. She couldn't help but recall the journey home with him after the wedding banquet ended. With an ice-cold tone, he said, "Get out of the car. Go home by yourself. I still have things to deal with."

So indifferent before, but now he was smiling as warm as sunshine in winter.

Did having things to deal with mean to enjoy the night with another woman at home?

She used to think that even if they couldn't face life together, tranquility would still exist in their marital life.

At this moment, she understood. The tranquility she had been longing for had gone into hibernation.

Coldly, she watched the man and woman in the room — the woman's charming smile and the man's gentlemanly demeanor. It seemed that her presence had spoiled their fun.

Had he abandoned her on the roadside tonight for this woman?

Was she jealous? Su Nian asked herself. No, she was just somewhat angry.

"Haoyu, who is this?" The opened door and the cold gaze set upon her made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

"My wife." It seemed that the man didn't even have the slightest desire to take a glance at the woman standing at the door. He once again clinked glasses with the woman beside him, taking a sip of his wine while every gesture he made exuded elegance.

The woman gasped, so it was his wedding day today?

She never expected that he would be marrying at just 25 years old.

To be treated this way by her husband on their wedding night, it looked like this woman had no good days ahead.

On one hand was the jealousy aroused by the man's marriage to someone other than her. On the other, was her relief and Schadenfreude that his bride wasn't her. No doubt, women can be such contradictory creatures.

"Zheng Haoyu, tonight is our wedding night. Is this the wedding gift you're giving me?" Despite just a few moments passing, Su Nian had already set her feelings straight. The tears in Su Nian's peach blossom eyes were long gone, leaving only indifference.

While speaking, Su Nian casually took a seat on the sofa on the other side of the living room, pouring herself a glass of water. It seemed that she was prepared for a long, drawn-out battle.

Pouting, the woman—a usual tea lover—had to force back her displeasure.

"How do you like it, Miss Su? I kind of jumped the gun and got you this gift without asking what you like. I hope Miss Su likes it." Although Zheng Haoyu never looked into Su Nian's eyes, her reactions had always been reflected in his gaze.

Wife? What an ironic word.

He had once dreamed of spending his life with his wife. He had dreamed of marrying the woman he loved. He had dreamed of having two children with his wife. But now, all these seemed nothing more than wishful thinking.

"Quite special." Su Nian remembered this was how she responded to Zheng Haoyu.

Quite indeed. On their wedding night, her husband sat there with another woman, laughing at her. It was also probable that those two had just tumbled on her matrimonial bed. What an irony!

Husband, perhaps she knew from the beginning that he was not her soul mate, and she would not be the one he would protect for life. But, she still married him.

No, he married her.

"Didn't expect that, did you, Miss Su?" The man drew the woman into his arms. His large hands, without any scruples, slipped under the hem of her dress, all while not caring that Su Nian was present. Perhaps, this was the wedding gift he intended to give to Su Nian.

Su Nian gave a faint smile, wagging her index finger in front of her eyes.

"Miss Su, would you mind if I tell you the cruel truth?"

Unmoved, Su Nian had observed everything happening in silence and laughed in her heart. Gracefully, she gestured for him to proceed, "Of course."

"I'd rather bed a sow than you." As it was said, thin-lipped men are heartless. Now she saw it was true.

Su Nian was enraged.

But, this lasted just a fleeting moment.

Suddenly, Su Nian began to lean towards the woman to examine her. Her scrutinizing gaze made the woman uncomfortable. Upon second thought, this woman must be jealous of her. So, she intertwined her arms around Zheng Haoyu's neck and leaned into him. Her tempting red lips lightly brushing his neck, she asked, "What are you looking at?"

Watching the woman's curious expression, Su Nian calmly replied, "I'm trying to figure out what breed of pig you are."