Oh no! Drunk last night, I accidentally wandered into my ex-boyfriend's room.

Inside the corridor, two men faced off.

Wen Shuyan was not angered by his words. Instead, he smiled slightly and said, "Sorry, I don't understand what you're saying."

He had also fantasized about what Lin Qian's boyfriend would be like.

Even at his best, he's just a rich kid.

But Wen Shuyan never imagined that Lin Qian's boyfriend would be Lu Beiting, the head of the Bosheng Group.

I never imagined they would actually get married.

"Still pretending with me?"

Lu Beiting sneered, but the smile didn't reach his eyes; only a chilling mockery remained.

"Knowing she has a boyfriend, you still put your hand on her face while on a business trip. Do you think I'm dead?"

The air suddenly tightened, and undercurrents surged.

"Mr. Lu, it seems you've sent someone to follow Qianqian, is that right?"

Wen Shuyan slightly raised his head, his glasses gleaming coldly under the light, and said:

"I don't think there's anything wrong with my behavior. We grew up together, childhood sweethearts, we've known each other longer than you have, and our feelings for each other are much deeper. If I hadn't gone to England back then, do you think you would still have had a chance?"

After saying this, Wen Shuyan smiled again, "I do regret it. I regret that I came back to China a little later. If I had come back earlier, the person she married might not have been you."

If only he had been a little earlier.

A little earlier.

Let's clear up the misunderstanding about why he left without saying goodbye back then.

Then it won't concern anyone else.

"What's the use of regret? What's the use of childhood sweethearts?" Lu Beiting scoffed, casually pulling out his marriage certificate from the inside pocket of his suit.

The red booklet was so stimulating to Wen Shuyan's eyes that they seemed to turn red.

Lu Beiting remained remarkably calm, speaking slowly and deliberately:

"Lin Qian is already my legal wife, and I will never be separated from her in this lifetime."

-

The two men had been gone for quite a while.

Inside the private room, Lin Qian gradually became restless.

While her uncle and aunt were still chatting, she seemed somewhat uneasy.

They won't fight in the bathroom, will they?

Don't think that just because they're both very composed, they could start fighting the moment they really don't like each other, and it could even result in someone getting killed.

Wen Shuyan is alright; he's not impulsive. But Lu Beiting might actually do something shady.

Just as Lin Qian stood up, the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open.

Lu Beiting walked in, his black suit perfectly wrinkle-free, showing no signs of a struggle. He said:

"He's already left. Honey, let's go home too."

"Okay," Lin Qian said, relieved. She picked up her handbag and waved to her uncle's family of three.

A driver picked me up on the way.

Lin Qian sat in the back seat, when suddenly, a strong arm hooked around her waist.

She sat steadily on the man's lap.

Lu Beiting looked directly into her eyes and said, "How come you're so likable?"

One by one, the men surged forward.

Tea and a meeting.

Lin Qian adjusted her posture and put her hands on his shoulders. "By the way, why were you and Wen Shuyan outside for so long?"

"What's wrong?" Lu Beiting raised an eyebrow, a dark glint in his eyes. "Are you worried about your brother Shuyan?"

Lin Qian immediately retorted, "No, I'm just worried that if you two start fighting, things will get messy!"

"He wouldn't be at a disadvantage in a fight," Lu Beiting said pointedly, "Can't you feel how good your husband's stamina is?"

After saying that, Lu Beiting deliberately straightened his back and abdomen.

The familiar feeling made Lin Qian groan softly.

Her cheeks flushed instantly, and her breathing became slightly erratic. "Stop messing around... I'm asking you a serious question!"

Lu Beiting replied casually, "We didn't talk about anything."

Lin Qian leaned closer, carefully observing his expression, and asked with a hint of doubt, "Really?"

"It's fake," Lu Beiting sneered. "I'll tell him to stay away from you."

"..."

Sure enough.

"What's wrong?" Lu Beiting raised his eyes, "You're not happy about him staying away from you?"

"No," Lin Qian shook her head, "I just think you're too jealous."

Lu Beiting: "Because I care about you so much, I'm afraid someone else will take you away from me."

After saying that, he suddenly leaned down and kissed Lin Qian's lips.

Lin Qian let out a subconscious sob, her fingers curling slightly as she gripped the fabric of his suit jacket.

The man's breath was hot and intertwined with hers, and one hand steadily supported the back of her neck.

Lu Beiting kissed her very seriously this time, as if he was trying his best to confirm something.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration seemed to enter his mind.

Wen Shuyan's words rang out again:

"If I hadn't gone to England back then, do you think you would have had that chance?"

The person Lin Qian secretly loves must be her ideal type: gentle, devoted, and with sound values.

The man she liked during her student days was probably Wen Shuyan.

He was her childhood sweetheart and the older brother next door who had helped her many times.

People are easily drawn to those who comfort them when they are feeling down.

It was like a white moonlight.

A surge of mixed jealousy and possessiveness welled up in Lu Beiting's chest, and he kissed her even more fiercely.

"Mmm..." Lin Qian was a little dizzy from the kiss, and her voice was intermittent.

Lu Beiting's arms gradually tightened, pulling Lin Qian into his embrace. After a long while, he finally released his lips and buried his head in her warm, fragrant shoulder.

"Wife."

"Um?"

"You are mine."

No one is allowed to take it away.

Forget about that idiot she has a crush on.

-

A few days later, the Imperial City No. 1 High School sent an invitation to its centennial celebration, and Lu Beiting, as a well-known alumnus, was naturally among those invited.

In fact, No. 1 Middle School invites Lu Beiting every year, but Lu Beiting only donates money and never comes to participate in the activities.

Too busy, and have no interest in socializing.

When he received the invitation call this year, Lin Qian happened to be right next to him.

"Wife, do you want to come along?" Lu Beiting asked, tilting his head.

Lin Qian was stunned, her fingers tightening in a conflicted manner, and she did not answer immediately.

High school was a nightmare for her; she had no pleasant memories of it.

It was being locked in the men's restroom and equipment room, the inexplicable disappearance of homework and test papers, and countless strange and disdainful looks.

High school knowledge is not simple either. If she wanted to get into the university, she studied day and night, just to get good grades. She studied like crazy, studying to the point of exhaustion.

I get up at 4:30 a.m. and go to bed at midnight.

That was a time soaked in sweat and loneliness.

She didn't like high school.

But high school also holds her innocent and naive memories, and her secret girlish thoughts.

Because the seed of her unrequited love was planted here.

Lin Qian remained silent for a long time, then took Lu Beiting's hand and whispered:

"Go ahead, I'll go with you."

She wanted to tell him about her crush in person.