She couldn't believe that he could be so heartless towards her. She thought to herself, he would open the door for her within just ten minutes.

However, an hour later, two hours later... the door still remained firmly closed...

Being outside in the bitter cold of winter for a night could freeze her to death. Fortunately, she had her phone with her, and the use of mobile payments would save her from being frozen out there.

Walking aimlessly along the street, Chen You felt like a lost soul, and gazing at the star-filled sky, she felt as if she were a cloud floating on the horizon, a lone shadow without a home.

Suddenly, it started drizzling, wetting the dark hair on the sides of her face.

She noticed a nightclub named Night Dance, so she went in to take shelter from the rain and opened a bottle of whiskey.

After a few drinks, her vision began to blur, and she started to feel dizzy, signs of drunkenness.

She tried to stand up from the bar intending to leave, but her legs failed her, and her body uncontrollably began to slump to the ground.

Just in the nick of time, an arm wrapped around her slender waist, steadying her toppling body.

She thought she was standing steadily, but in reality, she still leaned on the man's chest. Looking at the man above, he was extraordinarily handsome and aristocratic, exerting an irresistible aura.

The man looked somewhat familiar! Where had she seen him before?

"Is that you?" she asked, intoxicated, her brain functioning sluggishly, staring relentlessly at him.

The drunken Chen You was oblivious to how alluring she looked, her beautiful eyes intoxicated, her red lips slightly parted, and a sense of springtime charm was spilling from the corners of her pink eyes, displaying her coquettish demeanor, fascinating and irresistibly attractive to the observer.

The man stared at her intensely, "You're drunk, do you want me to take you home?"

The club was too noisy, but Chen You barely heard the words "take you home." "No, not going home," she struggled to escape from his arms, however, already too drunk to control her body, her legs faltered, and she fell again.

She suddenly felt a squeeze around her waist and a lightness in her body, as if she was being lifted.

Fearful of falling, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, inhaling the clean scent of mint from his body. In her daze, she vaguely remembered that this was the very scent Du Moqing used to wear.

She couldn’t recall when Du Moqing had replaced that scent with a woman's perfume that made her feel nauseous.

Finally, that scent was back, the 'Qing' she loved had returned.

"Hold onto me, even if you shatter me, don’t let go." She tightened her hold around his neck, exhaling softly, "You smell wonderful."

"Why aren't you saying anything?" With her pair of beautiful eyes wide open and her vision blurred, she couldn’t make out his features and became anxious, "At least say something."

Du Moqing remained silent, which hurt her, it hurt her deeply...

She assumed this was a dream, as only in dreams would her 'Qing' be this tender to her, without the presence of another woman or child.

But the dream felt too real. She clearly felt herself being placed onto a bed, which was soft, and the sheet smelled of sunshine.

As soon as her head hit the pillow, she saw him about to leave. She grabbed his wrist and pulled him back, "Don't go, be gentle with me tonight. Promise me you won't be with that vixen, I can bear your child too..." she verbalized her love continuously.

Drunk people are strong. She held on to his neck, pulling him down onto her.

However, he kept rejecting her. She hooked her hands around his neck, suspending him with the weight of her own body, their faces in proximity.

Her tantalizing lips touched his, soft and delicate, like a playful butterfly flitting among flowers, teasingly nipping on the nectar before retreating. However, the still flower couldn’t resist the allure and pressed her down onto the bed, capturing her taunting lips and feverishly consuming all of her...

His grip on her arm was so strong it nearly broke her arm. The pain was unbearable, but she didn't have the heart to push him away.

His kisses and movements were fierce, stealing her breath away...

Her face flushed deep red, her breath stifled, she felt as though she was on the verge of suffocation!

Death wouldn't be so bad! At least she was happy in this moment... These were Chen You's last thoughts before losing consciousness.

The next time Chen You became sensate, it was due to the urgent knocking on her door.

"Chen You, open the door," commanded an enraged voice from outside, it was Du Moqing.

Chen You awoke with a splitting headache and rubbed her temples. As she sat up, she was startled by the unfamiliar room around her!

Where was she? How did she end up here?

She tried hard to recollect her memories, but they stopped at the part where she went out drinking at the nightclub last night, and she couldn't remember anything afterward.

This was a bad habit of hers. Drinking meant memory blackouts!

She quickly checked her clothes, they were intact, and she had no physical symptoms. Her phone was there too. She must not have met any trouble last night!

The incessant knockings on the door yanked her back to reality. Du Moqing's angry roars made her aware of her situation. She hastily got off the bed, looked around but didn't notice anyone else, and sighed a breath of relief.

From outside, Du Moqing bellowed, "Chen You, I know you're inside, open the door or I'm breaking it down."

Before Chen You could get a good look at the person outside after opening the door, a forceful shock hit her shoulder. She staggered, almost fell as Du Moqing's silhouette flashed before her eyes, and he stormed into the room. She looked back to see him snapping pictures with his phone aimed at the bed.

"What are you doing?" Chen You dazedly watched his actions.

Du Moqing said nothing and rushed into the bathroom, "Where is your lover hiding?" He searched the room meticulously, under the bed, behind the curtains, and outside the windows - no place was left unchecked.

Only then did Chen You understand. He was here to catch her in an affair! "Did you find them? If not, get out," she retorted.

Du Moqing turned back, grabbed her by the collar and pinned her to the wall. He looked at her, still wearing yesterday's clothes, the garments had wrinkles but were intact. This showed that she probably didn't betray him.

"Chen You, you'd better behave yourself, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude," he said through gritted teeth.

Chen You wanted to pry off his hand, but she was not strong enough. "I should be charging you with bigamy! What are you going to be rude about?" she asked, demonstrating no fear.

His eyes emitted a menacing glint. "Chen You, you dare to act so bold. Even if I didn't catch you with that lover of yours, but I got the surveillance footage from the hotel. The whole scene of you being held by that man and kissing in the elevator last night is with me. You want to charge me with bigamy? Do you have evidence? I have the evidence of your affair here; you have no choice but to leave cleanly."

"Slandering!" Chen You did not believe there was any footage of her kissing. "You talked a lot and fabricated a man to make me leave the property, Du Moqing you have really improved, you are truly shameless."

Du Moqing pulled out his phone and brought up a picture, "Look at the disgusting thing you've done, I want to see how you deny this."

Chen You looked, and indeed, it was a photo inside the elevator, her being held by a man. The man's back was to the camera, but her face happened to be caught by the lens. She could not bear the sight of her own seductive eyes and flushed cheeks.

More photos were presented, indeed they seemed to depict a kiss, but this did not frighten her: "This is just a matter of camera angle, which eye saw me kissing someone else?"

Chen You stayed calm on the surface, but a storm was brewing in her heart.

Who was that man?

How did they meet?