Mr. Shang, please be passionately in love after marriage.

For a moment, Cen hope was speechless when his eyes met Cen Xi's.

She didn't know why she suddenly grabbed his hand; she was just a little worried as she watched him drink one glass after another.

"Drink less."

After a moment, she still whispered those three words.

Shang Hanzhou stopped pouring the wine and replied, "Okay, then I won't drink it."

"Oh, you're not drinking it anymore?"

Wei Xingzhou didn't expect him to stop playing so quickly. He hadn't had enough. "Let's play a few more rounds. This is just the beginning."

Shang Hanzhou remained unmoved.

Wei Xingzhou realized that talking to him was useless; it depended on Cen hope's opinion.

He immediately pleaded with Cen Xi, "Sister-in-law, don't go, let's play a few more rounds."

The wine bottle next to it was empty.

Shang Hanzhou had drunk at least one bottle; any more would upset his stomach, and he might have a headache tomorrow morning, since they still had to go skiing.

She firmly refused Wei Xingzhou, saying, "We're not playing anymore, we're leaving now."

When she said to leave, Shang Hanzhou immediately stood up, with no intention of staying any longer.

"I'm gone."

He coldly uttered two words, then put his arm around Cen hope's shoulder and left the private room.

The restaurant is very close to the hotel.

It gets dark early in the north of the city, and by now the sky has completely darkened.

A chill lingered in the wind.

It stings a little when it blows on your face.

The two walked out side by side, with Cen hope keeping an eye on his condition as they went.

"Does your head hurt?"

Her voice was carried away by the howling wind.

Shang Hanzhou seemed not to have heard her clearly, and leaned closer to her. "What?"

The sweet scent of bergamot is carried on the wind and into our breath.

Cen hope's heartbeat suddenly faltered for half a second. She held her breath and quietly watched the clear outline of the man approaching.

It seems she's becoming increasingly unable to be the kind of wife he wants—one who simply treats him with respect.

Cen Ning's words are still ringing in my ears today.

She dared not imagine how Shang Hanzhou would react if he knew that she had liked him for a long time.

Just thinking about that scene makes her heart clench, a tight, aching feeling welling up inside her. If she could, she would want to keep it hidden forever.

She tiptoed, without saying a word, and gently pressed her pink lips against his cheek.

Released in a second.

She turned and ran quickly into the hotel.

Shang Hanzhou squinted as the autumn wind blew through the woman's hair, her long black hair fluttering in the breeze, its delicate fragrance lingering in the air.

The prominent Adam's apple rolls up and down uncontrollably.

The places she kissed felt numb and itchy.

He didn't linger, taking long strides to catch up. In a few steps, he reached the woman's side, stretched out his strong arms, and easily pulled her into his embrace.

"business……"

Cen hope was caught off guard when the man cupped her face in his hands.

A forceful, fierce kiss descended, nose to nose, lips and teeth brushing against each other, their breaths mingling intimately.

He sucked on the back of her tongue.

He stole all my breath.

"Full of it."

He called her by her nickname in a soft, affectionate voice.

In the northern part of the city, on unfamiliar streets late at night.

He held her close and kissed her deeply.

The hotel bedroom door was pushed open, and Cen hope was pressed against the door panel. She was lifted up with one hand, and the slight feeling of being suspended in mid-air made her have to hug his shoulder tightly.

I don't know if it's because the indoor heating is too strong, or for some other reason.

Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

She lowered her head, biting her lower lip tightly. Just as she was about to lose all reason, she suddenly remembered something.

I originally planned to come back and make him a hangover soup.

Cen hope struggled to push away his head, which was resting against her chest, and tried to get down. "I'll make you some hangover soup."

Shang Hanzhou leaned against her, not letting go.

"Really, otherwise you'll have a headache tomorrow morning..."

The voice was broken and intermittent.

Cen hope's head felt heavy from his kisses. With the final kiss, the hem of her dress, which had been lifted up, was finally lowered, and Shang Hanzhou straightened the messy corners of her clothes.

"Should I carry you over?"

He asked in a low voice, worried that her legs might give way.

Cen hope's cheeks were burning hot, but still within an acceptable range.

She shook her head: "I can walk by myself."

Despite saying that, Shang Hanzhou did not loosen his grip on her.

The bedroom is large and has a semi-open kitchenette with bright lighting on the island counter.

Cen hope finally struggled to get down from his arms.

Their clothes were still disheveled and damp, a testament to the chaotic impulse they had just had.

"It'll be quick, just a few minutes."

Cen hope told him to go and rest on the sofa first.

Before returning to the hotel, she asked the front desk to bring over some ginger and tomatoes, which she just needed to boil, even though the taste might not be very good.

Cen hope had hardly ever cooked; the only thing she knew how to do was make a hangover soup.

Because Jiang Guoliang and Jiang Zheng usually drink alcohol.

Yu Ping is sometimes not home, and she's the one who makes the hangover soup.

In less than ten minutes, the tomato and ginger hangover soup was ready. She took a bowl, ladled it out, and walked steadily toward the sofa.

No matter how high the hotel's star rating, a sofa will never be as comfortable as one's own home.

The sofas here are less than half the size of the sofas from Jingtangyuan.

Shang Hanzhou stretched out his long legs and leaned back on the sofa. His eyes, which were usually etched with indifference, were now closed, and his long black eyelashes cast a light shadow under his eye sockets.

Perhaps it's because I haven't had a drink in too long.

In addition, I was exposed to a cold wind downstairs just now.

Right now, my temples are really throbbing and throbbing a little.

Shang Hanzhou casually rubbed his hands.

Seeing his actions, Cen hope knew he was feeling unwell. Luckily, she hadn't been so impulsive that she remembered to make him a hangover soup.

She placed the hangover soup on the table.

Then she walked over and sat down next to him, straightened her slender waist, and gently placed her warm fingertips on his temples instead of his.

"Let me massage it for you, and then you can drink the hangover soup later."

That way, I won't feel so bad when I wake up tomorrow morning.

She was always gentle and soft-spoken, like a soothing breeze in spring, just like when I first met her at the hospital after returning to China.

Shang Hanzhou thought he wouldn't be moved.

But only now does he belatedly realize that he had long since begun to cherish the gentle breeze she brought.

His Adam's apple bobbed again.

Cen hope thought he was still uncomfortable somewhere, so she loosened the pressure between her fingers considerably.

"Was the force too strong?"

That shouldn't be the case.

She murmured softly, "When I used to massage my brother, he said this pressure was the most comfortable..."

Why would I feel uncomfortable?

She had also given Jiang Zheng a massage like that.

The man's brows furrowed suddenly. Cen hope was startled, thinking she had hurt him, and subconsciously let go.

"I'm sorry, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, his wrist was grabbed by the tiger's mouth, and he leaned in.

His deep, dark eyes pressed heavily on her, his emotions churning within them—a relentless pressure she couldn't decipher.

"Manman, who did you write your love letters to?"

Jiang Zheng?

Or perhaps, it's another man.

Shang Hanzhou finally admitted that he was jealous.

I'm jealous that there's someone who received such fervent affection from Cen hope.

Why can't it be him?