After her ninth miscarriage, she finally let her scumbag husband and her beloved get together.

Xu Wantang listened to Cen Shichuan's departing voice and sneered inwardly.

It was her fault.

She actually fantasized that Cen Shichuan would save her.

How could she possibly be more important than Xu Chuxue watching fireworks?

At this moment, Qin Shao began to tear off her clothes.

Xu Wantang wanted to resist, but she drank some alcohol to bolster her courage.

Now, with the effects of the alcohol kicking in, I gritted my teeth and used only half the strength I usually had.

Seeing that she was no match for Qin Shao in strength, she could only try her best to resist him with one hand while grabbing the bag that had fallen to the ground with the other.

Just as Qin Shao pulled down her collar, she grabbed the plaster cast from her bag and smashed it on Qin Shao's head.

Instantly, he covered his head and waited for Xu Wantang.

"You bitch! You think you're so tough?! I'll kill you today... Ah!"

The next second, a string of red beads was wrapped around his neck.

"Who should we kill?"

A cold, desolate voice sounded from behind Qin Shao.

Before Qin Shao could even turn around, a long, slender hand appeared on his head.

With a slight increase in pressure, Qin Shao's face turned bright red, and the blood vessels in his eyes almost burst.

"I...I...I dare not...again."

Click.

Qin Shao fell to the ground.

The man looped the beads back around his wrist, looking down at Xu Wantang. His eyelashes obscured the gloom in his eyes, and his gaze fell heavily on her.

"Your foot is better? Walk by yourself."

Cen Yuan's tone was inexplicably angry as he turned and left.

But as soon as one foot stepped out, the other foot stopped.

Xu Wantang gripped his trousers tightly, wrinkling the crisp fabric under her fingers. Her shoulders trembled slightly, and she bit her lip, remaining silent.

She just looked at him with red eyes.

But he didn't turn back.

Xu Wantang lowered her head and slowly released her grip.

"Thanks."

"..."

Cen Yuan closed his eyes, hesitated for a second, and then pulled his leg back.

The next second, a suit jacket was placed over Xu Wantang's head, and Cen Yuan picked her up with one hand.

Immediately following was a painful groan from Qin Shao and the sound of an impact.

At this moment, Ji Yan walked in and gasped as he looked into the room.

"How did it turn out like this? Didn't you promise your master..."

"Lin Yue, clean up." Cen Yuan interrupted coldly.

"Yes."

Lin Yue's voice also became exceptionally serious.

Xu Wantang thought something had happened and instinctively tried to lift her coat, but a hand pressed down on her head.

She had no choice but to be taken away obediently.

……

After a while.

Xu Wantang was slammed onto the sofa with a little force.

He bounced twice on the soft sofa cushions and let out a muffled groan.

The man stood by the sofa, and even through his coat, Xu Wantang could feel the coldness in his eyes as he looked at her.

There was a hint of anger in his voice.

"You've been drinking? You seem quite happy?"

"I……"

Xu Wantang stammered.

Because she didn't know which question to answer first.

She did drink, but she wasn't happy.

When Cen Yuan saw that she didn't speak, he realized that his question was somewhat ambiguous.

He took a step back, lowering his eyes to conceal his gaze.

"Where is Cen Shichuan?"

His voice was as cold and aloof as ever, as if it were a sense of detachment emanating from his very bones, or as if he was restraining something.

Xu Wantang was stunned for a moment, then clutched her coat tightly, still not daring to say anything.

"He went to meet a client. I heard the fireworks here are beautiful, so I wanted to come and see. Who knew that after I came out of the restroom, that man dragged me into a private room."

The dance competition is just around the corner, and this unexpected turn of events will only bring her trouble.

This is her only chance to control her own destiny.

She didn't want to miss out.

After listening, Cen Yuan's eyes darkened.

You could tell she was lying just by listening to her.

She came all this way; there's no way she didn't know that Cen Shichuan had booked a separate private room for watching the fireworks.

As for the reason... it seems more like they were protecting Cen Shichuan.

Why is he, an outsider, asking about matters between husband and wife?

Cen Yuan shifted his gaze and swept it over Xu Wantang's legs.

"Not pretending anymore?"

Xu Wantang subconsciously shrank her legs and guiltily covered herself up with her coat.

"You figured it out a long time ago?"

"Um."

"Then why are you taking my place..." Xu Wantang blurted out.

"Cough cough."

Cen Yuan clenched his fist and pressed it to his lips, clearing his throat twice to indicate that someone was there.

Ji Yan covered her ears immediately: "I didn't hear anything!"

Upon hearing this, Xu Wantang buried her face in her coat and dared not show herself to anyone.

So embarrassing.

Cen Yuan looked at the bulge on the sofa, a subtle glint flashing in his previously calm eyes.

It flashes by in an instant, almost imperceptible.

But the prayer beads hurt my hands.

The room suddenly fell silent.

Xu Wantang was a little at a loss, so she took a deep breath.

So what if it's embarrassing?

Just as she was about to pull off her coat, the light sound of high heels suddenly rang out at the door.

"Discipline Master, Second Young Master, we've kept you waiting."

A cheerful tune paired with bouncy steps.

Before Xu Wantang even saw the person approaching, he had already pictured the girl's cute and innocent face in his mind.

Who is she?

Unable to resist her curiosity, Xu Wantang tugged at her coat to reveal her eyes.

Just as she had imagined.

The young woman in front of him, dressed in a light pink suit, flew to Cen Yuan like a beautiful little bird.

Her bright eyes were fixed on Cen Yuan.

So much so that they didn't notice Xu Wantang curled up on the sofa.

She extended her hand to Cen Yuan, her eyes crinkling with a charming smile: "Second Young Master, hello, I'm Chen Jingjing. Mrs. Ji introduced me to you. Thank you for inviting me to see the fireworks."

Her voice carried a spoiled and pampered air.

It sounds much better than Xu Wantang's deliberately manipulative, green tea-like tone.

I never expected Cen Yuan to like such a cute and adorable girl.

He even took the initiative to ask a girl to watch fireworks on May 520th.

No wonder no matter how she tried to seduce him, it was no use.

Xu Wantang bit her lip, shrank back, and hid herself even more deeply.

Cen Yuan noticed her subtle movement, brushed past Chen Jingjing's hand, and nodded politely: "You're too kind. I have other things to do today, so I won't keep you any longer."

Chen Jingjing's smile froze on her lips; she thought she had misheard.

"Second Young Master, what...what did you say?"

"I'll have someone book a private room for you. You can invite your friends over. It'll all be on me, please."

Cen Yuan's speech and actions were both efficient and decisive.

Chen Jingjing could no longer laugh and deliberately reminded him, "Second Young Master, I was introduced by Mrs. Ji."

"The waiter will take you to a private room."

Cen Yuan spoke in a cool tone, glancing sideways with indifferent eyes.

The meaning is clear, I don't want to waste any more words.

Chen Jingjing's lips trembled with fear, but despite her reluctance, she nodded: "Thank you, Second Young Master."

As she turned around, she saw the clothes on the sofa move.

Only then did they realize that it was a person covered with clothes and curled up on the sofa.

The woman's shoes were visible beneath her clothes.

Chen Jingjing's face darkened, and she gritted her teeth in resentment. Just as she was about to say something, a tall figure blocked her way.

"Is there anything else?" Cen Yuan asked in a low voice.

"No, I'm leaving now. See you next time."

Chen Jingjing didn't say anything definitive and turned to leave.

Hearing the door close, Xu Wantang immediately lifted her coat and hurriedly got up.

Before she could speak, Cen Yuan glanced at Ji Yan standing at the door.

"I'll go see Chen Jingjing off."

After Ji Yan finished speaking, he left the private room.

Worried that she might ruin Cen Yuan's plans, Xu Wantang walked up to her.

"Second brother, I didn't know you had made an appointment. I'm leaving now. Go and bring that person back quickly."

Cen Yuan stared at her, his eyes as dark as ink, a hint of danger flashing in them.

"That's how you think of me..."

Bang!

The fireworks, which were supposed to start fifteen minutes earlier, burst open outside the window at just the right moment.

Xu Wantang's attention was instantly drawn.

Fireworks designed professionally are indeed different; they shine even brighter than the stars in the night sky.

She blurted out instinctively, "Second brother, you're so handsome."

"Um."

The man looked at her, his eyes so deep that even fireworks couldn't penetrate them.