Remarried to a top-tier playboy, her reborn ex-husband is filled with regret.

Gu Jinghuai never expected things to be so serious, let alone that their marriage would involve the factional struggles among the princes.

Looking at his son's foolish behavior, Gu Yan felt a surge of anger and continued to berate him for another half hour.

Gu Jinghuai was thoroughly scolded, and with nowhere to vent his anger, it only burned brighter and brighter.

He hung his head, his nails digging deep into his palms, transferring all his embarrassment, anger, and frustration onto Yun Shuyao.

It's her, it's all her!

If it weren't for her, he would still be the illustrious and upright heir of the Marquis's mansion, a young talent in the eyes of his colleagues. How could he have fallen into such a predicament?

He couldn't hear a word that the Marquis of Yong'an said.

His mind was filled with the mockery of his colleagues, the contempt of the people, and Yun Shuyao's cold face.

"Father, please calm down. Your son understands."

He gritted his teeth and responded with a sinister tone.

"The marriage will not go wrong again, and if the marriage does not take place, the son will not be mentioned again."

Seeing that he had "behaved," Marquis Yong'an waved for him to leave.

Gu Jinghuai walked out of the study, his steps heavy, his eyes growing increasingly dark.

He stared in the direction of the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion, his temple veins throbbing.

Yun Shuyao, didn't you say you didn't want to get married?

Are you trying to embarrass me?

Once you're inside the Gu family, I'll see how tough you still are!

When the time comes, I'll make you taste what it means to wish you were dead, and what it means to regret your actions!

He turned and went back to his courtyard, instructing his personal servant Cheng'en.

"Go and find the heaviest phoenix crown in the storeroom. On the wedding day, have the bride wear it."

The heavier the better, the more tired the better.

He wanted her to know that whoever she married, she would be subject to their control.

He will make up for the embarrassment Yun Shuyao owes him, bit by bit, with interest.

Gu Jinghuai sat on the floor of the study, completely drunk.

Several wine jars on the table were overturned, and the fragrant wine dripped down the edge of the table, forming a puddle on the blue brick floor.

His temples throbbed all afternoon. By evening, the pain hadn't subsided, and he could only numb himself with alcohol.

"Young Master, please drink less."

The servant Chengen tried to persuade him, but he waved him away.

"Get out...all of you, get out!"

With bloodshot eyes, Gu Jinghuai grabbed a wine jar and smashed it on the ground, shards of porcelain flying everywhere.

Just then, Su Yuyan walked in carrying a food box.

She wore a pale white jacket, which made her skin look even whiter than snow, and she looked exceptionally delicate.

"Cousin, Yu Yan has made you a hangover soup."

Her voice was as soft as water as she carefully avoided the shards of porcelain on the ground.

"I heard from the servants that you're in a bad mood..."

Gu Jinghuai looked up at her, his eyes unfocused, but instead of his usual smile, he showed an indescribable coldness.

Su Yuyan's heart skipped a beat, but she still forced a smile and stepped forward to help him.

"The ground is cold, let me help my cousin back to his room to rest."

The moment her hand touched Gu Jinghuai's arm, he abruptly flung it away.

"Don't touch me."

His voice was hoarse, tinged with the rage of alcohol.

"Who let you in?"

Su Yuyan's eyes reddened, and she said aggrievedly:

"I...I'm worried about my cousin."

My aunt lives in the west wing, and I'm getting bored staying at home, so I thought I'd come and visit you..."

As Su Yuyan spoke, she moved closer to Gu Jinghuai, and the fragrance emanating from her body wafted into his nostrils, so sweet it was almost cloying.

Normally, he might have patiently coaxed her a bit, but today, he was seething with anger.

Looking at Su Yuyan's deliberately ingratiating manner, he only felt annoyed.

"If you're bored, go back to your room."

Gu Jinghuai stood up, supporting himself on the table, his steps unsteady.

"Don't come here to see me unless it's absolutely necessary."

Su Yuyan was stunned; she had never seen Gu Jinghuai so fierce towards her.

She bit her lip lightly, and tears welled up in her eyes, almost falling.

"Cousin, are you blaming me?"

Gu Jinghuai ignored her and turned to walk into the inner room, but his legs gave way and he fell straight to the ground.

Su Yuyan reacted quickly and reached out to help, but he grabbed her.

"Well……"

Gu Jinghuai groaned, tilting his head to her shoulder. A surge of hot liquid, reeking of alcohol, rushed up and he vomited directly onto her pale white jacket.

Covered in filth, Su Yuyan froze instantly, her stomach churning.

But she dared not move, and could only endure it, even wanting to raise her hand to pat Gu Jinghuai's back, pretending to be concerned.

"Young Master!"

Cheng En was so frightened that she rushed over and tried to pull Gu Jinghuai away from her.

Gu Jinghuai, however, held onto Su Yuyan's wrist tightly with astonishing strength, muttering incoherently.

"Shu Yao... stop messing with me... in this life, I only want to make it up to you..."

Gu Jinghuai leaned against her, making no inappropriate moves, but simply holding her hand as if grasping a support, breathing heavily with his eyes closed.

Su Yuyan's hands were gripped so tightly they hurt, and the filth on her body still emitted a sour smell. She was both angry and anxious, and finally, tears streamed down her face.

She didn't understand why her cousin suddenly disliked her so much.

Why is he still so hung up on Yun Shuyao even after she has harmed him so much?

Why would someone rather get completely drunk than be intimate with themselves?

Could it be that Yun Shuyao is the only one in his heart?

Cheng En paced anxiously to the side.

"Miss Su, what do you think... should I help the young master back to his room first?"

Su Yuyan wanted to nod, wanting to get rid of Gu Jinghuai immediately.

But seeing him clenching her hand and looking at his red eyes, that bit of resentment welled up in her heart again.

If we just leave like this, wouldn't that be letting Yun Shuyao benefit?

She took a deep breath, suppressing the nausea and resentment in her heart, and said to the servant:

"It's alright, I'll take care of my cousin."

Go fetch a basin of hot water and bring me a set of clean clothes.

The servant hesitated for a moment, but seeing her insistence, he could only agree and go.

Su Yuyan helped Gu Jinghuai move step by step into the inner room.

The man, who was a head taller than her, had almost all his weight on her, and he was muttering incoherently.

"I'll get married... to make it up to you... stop making a fuss..."

When they reached the bedside, Su Yuyan struggled to put the person on the bed.

Gu Jinghuai turned over, still holding her hand tightly, his brows furrowed, as if he were having a nightmare.

Su Yuyan looked at his sleeping face, then looked down at her own filth and her wrists, which were red from being gripped so tightly. The hatred in her heart grew wildly like weeds.

Yun Shuyao, the humiliation she suffered today is all because of Yun Shuyao!

If it weren't for her, how could my cousin have become like this? And why would he treat her like this?

She gritted her teeth and made a vow in her heart.

Once Yun Shuyao marries into the Marquis's mansion, I'll make sure my aunt gives her a good beating!

She helped Gu Jinghuai change his clothes and wiped his body.

Finally, exhausted and panting, she went back to change her clothes and take a shower.

When I returned, I found that my cousin was fast asleep.

She had no choice but to come out reluctantly; what could a drunkard possibly do?

Let's look for another opportunity another day...

Su Yuyan lifted her skirt and carried a palace lantern as she walked slowly down the corridor.

The vermilion pillars were wrapped with festive red silk, exuding a lively atmosphere of impending joy, which stung her eyes.

She is not reconciled.

Why is Yun Shuyao allowed to marry into the Marquis's mansion in such a grand and glamorous manner?

With only fifteen days left, she had to hurry and try to get it done before her cousin's wedding...

Just then, he bumped into the Marquis of Yong'an walking towards him with two attendants.

The Marquis was dressed in a dark blue casual robe, his face so dark it looked like it was about to drip water. When he saw Su Yuyan, his brows furrowed instantly.

"What are you doing loitering around here?"

The Marquis of Yong'an's voice was as cold as ice, showing not a trace of the politeness an elder would show to a junior.

Su Yuyan's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly curtsied.

"Greetings, Uncle."

Yu Yan... just came out for some fresh air.

"Breathable?"

Marquis Yong'an scoffed, his gaze sweeping over her thin gauze dress with disgust.

"I suspect you're just using getting some fresh air as an excuse to sneak into the young master's room."