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

Cen Shichuan looked at Xu Wantang calmly, not at all surprised by her question.

He turned his wheelchair around and said, "I've had your things moved to the master bedroom. We're husband and wife, we should live together."

Upon hearing the words "master bedroom," Xu Wantang felt a chill run down her spine and a general discomfort, yet she was unable to refute them.

Everyone knows that she married Cen Shichuan.

Even the photos of the two of them getting their marriage certificate went viral at the time.

As long as she cannot prove that she was in a fake marriage, she will remain Cen Shichuan's rightful wife.

Sleeping in the master bedroom is a matter of course.

But how could Cen Shichuan bear to see Xu Chuxue sad?

In his dream, for more than three years, he never touched Xu Wantang.

Xu Chuxue is now overshadowed and can't explain her boyfriend's situation.

Shouldn't Cen Shichuan immediately divorce Xu Chuxue and clear her name?

Why should I become her real husband and wife?

Another test?

Xu Wantang tried to remain calm: "Third Young Master, have you forgotten that you said the doctor told you you must rest quietly and preferably sleep alone to prevent accidental bumps and bruises?"

The implication is that what he said was just nonsense.

After getting married, Xu Wantang genuinely intended to be a dutiful wife.

Including sharing a bed.

She felt that this would make it easier to take care of Cen Shichuan, who had difficulty walking.

But on the day they got their marriage certificate, Cen Shichuan gave her a doctor's order and had her move into a small room.

Now, with a simple suggestion that they should live together, she's moved into the master bedroom.

What exactly does Cen Shichuan consider her to be?

Is it a decorative piece?

You can put it wherever you want.

"You've taken good care of me this year, and I believe you'll do even better."

Cen Shichuan did not refute, though his voice remained indifferent.

But Xu Wantang vaguely felt that it was very different from before.

It was mixed with some emotions that she couldn't quite discern.

Despite this, Xu Wantang still cooperated in a gentle tone: "Third Young Master, you still have to listen to the doctor for treatment. I'm not a doctor, and it wouldn't be good for you if I did something wrong."

After saying that, she abandoned her belongings and turned to go back to her room.

Cen Shichuan moved his wheelchair to block her way, his attitude exceptionally resolute.

There were bodyguards at the top of the stairs, and his meaning was obvious.

"Wantang, we can work things out gradually. There's plenty of time in the future."

Cen Shichuan looked at her, his eyes filled with expectation.

Xu Wantang gasped, her eyes filled with astonishment.

There's plenty of time?

He doesn't want a divorce to help Xu Chuxue?

At this point, Xu Wantang no longer cared about the reasons; she just wanted to leave.

She took two steps forward, but the bodyguard raised his hand to block her way, leaving only the path upstairs.

Cen Shichuan's gaze never left her for a single second; his peach blossom eyes seemed to look at everything with deep affection.

But their deep affection was the most ironic thing between them.

Xu Wantang wanted to laugh, to question, and to tear off Cen Shichuan's hypocritical mask at all costs.

But just as she was about to speak, Lu Jiu immediately stepped forward.

"Young Madam, to congratulate you on signing a contract with President Liao's dance troupe, the young master specially prepared many things for you in the room."

He frowned slightly at Xu Wantang, offering a kind reminder.

Yes.

Given her current situation, the fact that she was able to sign a contract with Liao Zhen only means that Cen Shichuan has temporarily let her go.

Otherwise, given his power, she might not even have had the chance to dance.

Xu Wantang also noticed the inexplicable possessiveness in Cen Shichuan's eyes.

Although she didn't know why he was doing this, she still couldn't help feeling a chill down her spine.

She glanced at the bodyguards around her, then changed her tone: "Okay, I'll go take a look."

She could no longer provoke Cen Shichuan, but she also absolutely could not share a bed with him.

She had to think of another way.

Xu Wantang obediently went upstairs, while Cen Shichuan went to take the elevator.

She walked slowly, avoiding the bodyguard's gaze, and then reached into her pocket for her phone.

Fortunately, her phone was small when folded, so any hand movements were not very noticeable.

After fumbling for a few seconds, she dialed the number.

Then, calmly, he took out his hand and went upstairs to the master bedroom as usual.

Cen Shichuan has arrived.

He moved the wheelchair aside and showed Xu Wantang what he had prepared.

"This is a dressing table, and it's already equipped with all the skincare and makeup products that you girls like."

After saying that, he took Xu Wantang's hand and led her to the dressing room.

The walk-in closet, which originally contained only Cen Shichuan's clothes, now has many more women's clothes.

Various shades of purple, various shades of pink.

The only color missing was the crescent white that Xu Wantang liked.

This color, in countless nights when she was abandoned and chosen, always hung high above her head, illuminating her dark room.

What made Xu Wantang even more ironic was that she had seen most of the clothing styles here in Xu Chuxue's vlog.

Even the women's bathrobe next to the men's bathrobe is exactly the same as the one in Xu Chuxue's unboxing video.

The embroidered version and the men's version can have their embroidered background patterns connected to form a single overall design.

At this moment, it's hard to say whether Cen Shichuan was sincere or just being perfunctory.

But judging from his expression, he was serious.

He was showing Xue Wantang through his actions that he didn't want to divorce her, nor would he break up with Xu Chuxue.

Xu Wantang found it laughable.

She once tried her best to please Cen Shichuan, but he discarded her like trash.

Now he's saying he wants to be her husband?

She deliberately lifted the neckline of her pajamas and pointed to the embroidery: "Why do the patterns seem to be misaligned?"

Cen Shichuan's expression clearly froze for a moment, then he frowned and glanced at Lu Jiu.

Lu Jiu quickly explained, "It might be that the brand manager didn't do a good job. I will request a replacement."

Xu Wantang persisted, "But the two garments should have been made together, how come they're not connected? Could they have been connected to someone else's?"

"..."

Lu Jiu was speechless.

Cen Shichuan's eyes turned cold: "It's just a nightgown. If you care, I'll have ten sent over."

He still doesn't understand.

It's not the clothes' fault, it's his fault.

But he would never admit it.

Cen Shichuan pulled off his pajamas and handed them to Xu Wantang: "Alright, it's late, go take a shower."

As he said this, Lu Jiu and four male bodyguards were standing around him.

Some of their gazes fell on Xu Wantang, while others immediately looked away.

Although Cen Shichuan seemed to have made concessions to Xu Wantang, he was still the same cold and self-righteous man as before.

He knew exactly how to manipulate Xu Wantang.

The gazes of the crowd and her embarrassment were the best leverage against her.

Xu Wantang glanced at her pajamas, then at Cen Shichuan: "Third Young Master, I didn't have a choice, did I?"

For some reason, Cen Shichuan felt a strange tremor in his heart when he heard those words.

In his memory, Xu Wantang would be very happy and excited to know that they were going to be a real couple.

But now all she sees is doubt and resistance.

Cen Shichuan still felt that he had hurt her too deeply before, and that things would get better if they were to gradually cultivate their relationship.

The first step was to eliminate the distance between the couple.

He didn't answer, but simply reminded him in a deep voice, "Go take a shower."

Xu Wantang knew she had asked unnecessary questions.

Cen Shichuan's decisions will not change because of her.

She grabbed her pajamas and turned to walk towards the bathroom.

Cen Shichuan stared at her and said, "Wantang, you don't need to bring your phone when you take a shower."