Marriage Seduction Addiction

Chapter 3 I saw him just last night

After a long and arduous journey, Tang Xu finally arrived home late at night.

The villa was quiet; it seemed that everyone in the family had already gone to sleep.

Tang Xu slowly walked up to the second floor. At the corner, she suddenly encountered a pale-faced girl staring at her with resentment.

"Tang Xu," Song Yuqiao called her by her full name, "Did you go to see Duan Siwei?"

"Yes." Tang Xu was too lazy to answer another word.

Song Yuqiao twitched the corner of her mouth. "I knew you would try to ruin my plans."

Tang Xu was very tired and didn't want to get entangled with her any longer. She planned to avoid her and go into her room, but Song Yuqiao blocked her way once again.

"Tang Xu, you're very pleased with yourself now, aren't you? Our family is finally in trouble, we're doomed, you must be so happy, right?"

"shut up!"

A voice that was trying to be low suddenly came from behind Song Yuqiao. Then Qin Yun quickly stepped forward and grabbed Song Yuqiao, saying, "Don't talk nonsense. Apologize to your sister!"

Song Yuqiao retorted, "Sister? What kind of sister is she? She even changed her surname; she takes her mother's surname, Tang, not Song! She'd love for our Song family to die, so why does she still act so arrogantly in our family?"

Qin Yun raised her hand and slapped her across the face. "You still don't know you're wrong?"

"I'm wrong? What did I do wrong? Wasn't I just trying to help my family get through this difficult time?"

"You still dare to talk back!" Qin Yun lowered her voice repeatedly, but her imposing manner remained undiminished. "There are already enough troubles at home. Your father's health is deteriorating day by day. You still want to provoke someone like Duan Siwei. Do you want to anger him to death?"

"No matter what, I'm still better than her, right?" Song Yuqiao pointed at Tang Xu. "I want to help my family! And what about her? She still wants to divorce Jiang Muchen at a time like this, is she afraid our family isn't going to collapse soon enough? She's felt from the beginning that you stole Dad away, and now she's finally found her chance for revenge. She'd love for our family to go completely bankrupt, and you still expect her to help you! She's an ungrateful wretch—"

Tang Xu had a headache and was too lazy to listen to their arguing, so she turned around and went back to her bedroom.

After taking a hot shower, Tang Xu was still feeling a bit groggy. As soon as she opened the bathroom door, she saw Qin Yun sitting by her bedside, having been waiting for who knows how long.

"Yaoyao, Yuqiao is being immature, don't take it to heart."

Tang Xu insisted on changing her name to follow her mother's surname the year her parents divorced. After that, her father, Song Yuting, only called her by her childhood nickname. Qin Yun followed suit and called her that after she entered the family.

Tang Xu walked to the bedside and sat down, saying, "Don't worry, Auntie, Duan Siwei should be fine."

Qin Yun nodded, seemingly having anticipated that Tang Xu would handle the matter well.

After a moment of silence, she asked again, "And what about you? He didn't give you any trouble, did he?"

He seemed concerned, but his tone remained stiff.

She was always like this, and Tang Xu didn't mind, she just shook her head.

Qin Yun didn't ask any more questions, stood up, and said, "Thank you for your hard work. Get some rest."

Tang Xu nodded, then slumped onto the bed.

She thought she would fall asleep quickly because she was tired and sleepy, but two hours later she was still wide awake.

There are just too many things to think about.

Jiang Muchen loathed her, and by extension, hated the Song family. He would rather disgust himself than divorce her, wanting her to watch the Song family go bankrupt and fall into ruin...

Regardless of whether she is Mrs. Jiang or not, people in Huai City will act according to Jiang Muchen's wishes.

Under these circumstances, there's no way to save the Song family.

Song Yuting has been exhausted lately. Qin Yun, seemingly cold and hard, actually only cares about her husband and two children. Song Yuqiao has just turned 18, and her younger brother Song Luobai is only 16. With this kind of situation, plus her status as Mrs. Jiang, who is a burden... anyone who sees this would say—

No hope.

But is there really no hope? For some reason, Tang Xu thought of the mysterious man in Duan Siwei's room again.

He remained hidden in the shadows, seemingly not wanting anyone to know his identity.

Duan Siwei, who is naturally playful and mischievous, was so bored when he met him that he had no one around and could only play on his phone.

He seemed to have a good relationship with Duan Siwei, but he was completely untouched by Duan Siwei's flamboyant and dissolute nature.

Among the scions of prominent families in Huai City, none had ever seen such a person.

I wonder who this person really is?
……

After a night, Tang Xu only managed to sleep for an hour or two. She took a nap in the morning, but when she woke up, she felt even more groggy, probably because she had caught a chill the night before.

Tang Xu went downstairs, swallowed two cold pills, and sat on the sofa in a daze for a while before remembering that she had made plans for today.

Tonight is the annual charity gala of the Yan family in the west of the city. Tang Xu almost never attends such occasions in the past, but this time she has already made an appointment with a stylist to attend the banquet as Mrs. Jiang.

Despite it being deep winter, Tang Xu still chose a tailor-made, modified cheongsam. The starry blue base color seemed understated, but it was adorned with shimmering light, as if she were wearing a sky full of stars.

"This color suits Miss Tang perfectly; she's so fair and radiant, it's almost unfair how beautiful she is."

She was a new customer, and the stylist was full of praise.

Tang Xu sneezed loudly and put on a pair of sapphire earrings. "Yeah, it's rare for me to go out. If I'm not pretty, who will look at me?"

Jiang Muchen wanted her to be forever trapped in the position of Mrs. Jiang, and indeed, he could do it.

But the premise is that, in the past two years, she, as Mrs. Jiang, has not made any mistakes.

Although Jiang Muchen disliked her, she never did anything annoying as Mrs. Jiang.

That's why he was able to endure it and even try to torture her in this way.

But what if she changes?

Can Jiang Muchen still tolerate this?

Just then, Tang Xu's phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID, took the phone, and walked out into the hallway.

The styling studio is a standalone building along the river. Tang Xu answered the phone while trying to push open a door at the end of the corridor.

The room was empty except for a large sofa, presumably for guests to rest, and another door, which was probably the bathroom.

Tang Xu went inside, closed the door behind her, and then answered the phone.

A voice on the other end of the phone said apologetically, "I'm sorry, ma'am, the male escort you requested had an accident and can't come today. Would you mind having someone else come to you?"

Tang Xu suppressed a roll of her eyes. "I've already paid, and now you're telling me this?"

"I'm so sorry, we'll find you someone who's just as tall, good-looking, and physically fit. How does that sound? We guarantee we'll take good care of you."

"So, in other words, after paying here, you get to decide which man I want?" Tang Xu wasn't feeling well and didn't bother to say more. "Give me a tenfold refund and go out of business as soon as possible."

After saying that, she hung up the phone and went to the bathroom.

The moment she pushed open the door, she suddenly realized something was wrong.

A damp mist swirled around the white overhead light, and under its glow, a tall, broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted man, wearing only a bath towel, leaned quietly against the sink, watching her burst into the room.

A deep, dark eye, undisturbed.

I clearly saw him just last night.

(End of this chapter)