The warm yellow light shone on Shen Wanxing's pretty little face, making her eyes misty and her cheeks flushed red. Her heavy makeup was especially dazzling, and dressed in that wedding outfit, she was so radiant that He Xizhou's head spun for a moment, a sense of familiarity washing over him.
His fingers roughly grazed her smooth cheek.
There was no scar on her face, it wasn't her.
"Who are you?"
"You're not He Chengze!"
Shen Wanxing watched him warily, the man before her was frosty and arrogant, stunningly handsome, more mature and charming than He Chengze.
He Xizhou scrutinized her, this woman was wearing a bridal dress?
He thought of the old master earlier, muttering about having a wedding ceremony for Chengze...
"You thought I was He Chengze?"
"Isn't this He Chengze's room?"
The man sneered, "Don't you know that he is already a vegetable?"
Knock, knock.
The sound of knocking suddenly erupted!
Shen Wanxing's body tensed, caught on her wedding night with a strange man in a disheveled state. How would the He family kill her?
She abruptly stood up to hide but the heavy headdress got tangled in the man's shirt buttons, pulling her black hair painfully, and tears streamed down at once.
"Ah!"
"Sir, I've made you some sobering soup, I'll bring it in now," came an old voice from outside, "What's that noise in your room?"
Without thinking, Shen Wanxing grabbed the blanket to cover herself. She shuffled lower, ignoring the numbing, scorching pain on her scalp, and lay over He Xizhou's legs. The blanket barely covered up to his waist, his legs warm, and Shen Wanxing felt her heartbeat thundering in her ears.
He Xizhou looked down faintly at the bulged little bundle, each feature of his face etched with displeasure.
Did she think she could hide like this?
He wasn't sure if this woman was acting of her own accord or if someone else thought themselves clever. But the two of them in one bed would surely shake the entire He family.
He could find any woman to mislead them tomorrow, but now he needed her to cooperate.
He Xizhou threw back the blanket, looking at her with slight disgust as he said, "Uncle Fu isn't so easily fooled, understand?"
What?
She caught his gaze and then understood what he meant.
"Sir, are you still in there?"
Shen Wanxing took a deep breath, full of anger and embarrassment, but she had to bow her head under someone else's roof. She hugged the blanket and lay beside the man, making a small sound.
"Louder, you're underestimating the He family's sound insulation."
Shen Wanxing threw caution to the wind and howled, her melodious voice reaching outside the room.
The person outside seemed reluctant to intrude, and after a while, the noise died down.
"Is it… is it okay now?"
Shen Wanxing's voice had gone hoarse.
The man glanced at her without speaking, casually pulling out a gleaming broken blade from the nightstand drawer, its cold light startling, and Shen Wanxing's heart leapt. She cried out.
"Wait a moment!"
A soft rip, and the button of his shirt fell off, her hair now freed.
"Did you think I was going to kill you?" The man's lips curled into a scornful smile as he rose to put away the knife, then slowly wiped his hands with a square towel from the coffee table, as if wiping away something dirty.
No doubt, that dirty thing was her.
"Get out."
The man's eyes were icy, that single glance seemed to freeze her to the core.
Shen Wanxing left his bed immediately, grabbing her shoes and tiptoeing toward the door.
"Come back."
Shen Wanxing stopped in her tracks at the sound of his voice.
"He Chengze's room is on the right, go through the terrace."
Shen Wanxing looked at him again and whispered a thank you.
She bypassed him and headed toward the terrace. The rain outside was heavy; she carefully climbed across, eager to escape this dangerous place.
The man sitting on the sofa, legs carelessly crossed, felt a tingling in his fingers, his ears still filled with the woman's soft cries, her smooth little face flashing before him, a strange fire kindling in his heart.
He felt an exceptionally strong sense of familiarity from her.
He picked up his phone and dialed with a hoarse voice, "Vincent, is there any new treatment plan?"
"Second Master He, everyone thinks you're frigid, but they don't realize... I've always said the cure is to fight poison with poison; you should find a woman, stop fixating on..."
"Get lost."
The call was abruptly ended.