In the southern city, the city night was enveloped by hazy neon lights, serene and beautiful.
In the big, red, joyful-decorated new room, Yu Kexin, dressed in a pure white wedding gown, sat in front of the mirror. Thinking about the upcoming wedding night, her heart thumped wildly.
After a few deep breaths, Yu Kexin calmed herself down, prepared to remove her makeup and take a bath. The groom had just gone downstairs to bid farewell to their friends who were celebrating in the bridal chamber, he won't be back for a while.
Just as she picked up her makeup remover, a robust whiff of alcohol came from behind her. Then a pair of powerful arms were wrapped around her chest, "Kexin, my good baby, you are beautiful."
"Ah!" Yu Kexin jumped instinctively like she had been electrocuted. The complicated dress hem was caught by the man and she was easily pulled into his arms, tightly held captive: "why are you running?"
Yu Kexin widened her eyes, looking at the man's eyes tinted with a touch of flirtatiousness, she couldn't help but struggle angrily, "Boss Lin! You're drunk, let me go!"
Lin Zihao is the prince of the company where she and her husband, Song Ziming, worked. He's notoriously a playboy, but she didn't expect this daring playboy would rudely intrude her wedding chamber.
Lin Zihao aimed to kiss her without any care, his alcohol smell sprayed on her chest. Yu Kexin's face was red with urgency, she couldn't care about anything else and shouted: "Help! Tianming!"
"Are you relying on Song Tianming to save you? Haha, but he wanted the position of director, and generously sold your first night to me." Lin Zihao was drunk, his eyes full of more flirtatious charm, the laughter even more frivolous, "Baby, as long as you are willing to be my woman, I will make you shove Song Ziming aside and be the director, what do you think?"
There was an explosion in Yu Kexin's mind, disbelief filled her eyes. For the position of director, Song Tianming sold her wedding night?
Before she could confirm the truth, the man's kiss fell on her trembling skin, causing Yu Kexin to strongly resist. But no matter how much she screamed for help, the huge apartment was as quiet as dead water, no one responded.
In panic, Yu Kexin retreated backward, one hand was on Lin Zihao's chest, one hand desperately trying to reach the parrot-green porcelain vase beside the vanity. Taking advantage of Lin Zihao's attempt to undress her, she gritted her teeth, gripped the vase tightly and smashed it at the back of his head.
"Get lost!"
"Ouch, you woman..." Lin Zihao yelled in pain, suddenly falls to the ground, the pain twisted his handsome face.
Without thinking, Yu Kexin hastily gathered her dress to rush out the door, as soon as she stepped out of the bedroom, her way was blocked by a tall dark figure, "Kexin, where are you going?"
"Tianming?" Yu Kexin regained consciousness from the alarm, hearing the man's groan of pain in the room, recalling his outrageous words, her cheeks tightened immediately, said with shame, "Lin Zihao... He just... to me..."
The two people who had been in a relationship for four years finally got married. She still held the last glimmer of hope in her heart, hoping that he would protect her like a man, and hoping that the man's words were all lies.
Song Tianming, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, looking well-educated and refined, his dark eyes flickered when he heard this, reached out to hold her arm, speaking softly, "Kexin, for the sake of my future, for us to have a prosperous life in future, could you just compromise once? I want to buy a big house as soon as possible, and have my mom live in the city with us. She can also help take care of you and the house, saving you from working hard."
The final hope was completely shattered, Yu Kexin forcefully shook off his hand and shouted, "Today is our wedding night, and yet you handed me to another man yourself, are you even human?"