In September in Gaoming City, the air was filled with stifling heat.

Ye Yiyi was wearing a delicate yet elaborate wedding dress, her long legs almost sweltering beneath the fabric. The people of the Jin family were really out of their minds, knowingly choosing to hold a wedding outdoors during the Indian summer of September.

Moreover, that man, her husband-to-be, didn't pick her up from the Ye family, and it's past noon now, but he is nowhere to be seen.

The people from the Jin family acted as if they were watching a play without a hint of urgency.

Ye Zheming was also getting restless, "Chairman Jin, did Young Master Jin have some urgent matter to attend to?"

Old Master Jin sat sternly, casting ferocious eyes towards Jin Fangqiang, "Where the hell is Xiao Yan! Doesn’t he know that he's supposed to get married today!"

Jin Fangqiang was somewhat helpless, "Dad, I haven't seen him in a week, you know very well what his temperament is like, I advised you against holding this wedding."

"You are Xiao Yan's father! You haven’t seen him for a week and you dare utter these words!" The old master Jin banged his cane, clearly agitated.

Liu Xinfang next to them quickly tried to soothe him, "Dad, calm down, I called Xiao Yan, he was delayed due to some matter, but he will be here shortly."

Vroom!

Before Liu Xinfang’s voice had a chance to fade, a heavy motorcycle roared into the courtyard from the outside.

Ye Yiyi, who stood dazed in front, saw the motorcycle charging towards her.

"Yiyi, watch out!"

"Yiyi!"

Only then did Ye Yiyi react, and she swiftly retreated. The train of her wedding dress was a full two meters long, and she was wearing ten-centimeter heels. As she stepped back, she tripped over her own gown and fell flat on the ground.

The motorcycle wasn't showing any signs of stopping, barrelling head-on towards her.

Caught off guard, Ye Yiyi instinctively shut her eyes tightly. The only thought in her mind was how she should never have married into the Jin family - now it seemed her life was a disturbingly close call.

Surroundings were filled with shrieks.

"Ha..." A cold, disdainful snort rose above the chaos, as the black motorcycle came to a steady halt next to Ye Yiyi's foot.

After some moments without feeling any pain, Ye Yiyi hesitantly opened her eyes, only to come face to face with the man perched on the bike. His deep eyes were filled with severe sharpness as though harboring a grudge against her.

"Ye Yiyi? When did you change your name?" Jin Yan uttered coldly.

Ye Yiyi furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, "What name change?"

Detaching himself from the bike, Jin Yan nonchalantly sauntered over to Ye Yiyi, eyes half-lidded, closing the gap between them. "Are you going to keep pretending?"

His voice echoed with a deep huskiness, causing Ye Yiyi's heart to skip a beat. She backed off subconsciously, "Mr. Jin, I don't quite understand what you're saying."

"Jin Yan!" The elderly Mr. Jin hurried over, his walking stick finding its way onto Jin Yan's back. "What do you think you're doing? You've frightened Yiyi!"

A smirk tugged at the corners of Jin Yan's cold lips. He let go of Ye Yiyi's neck, patting her face lightly, "Just you wait."

Ye Yiyi bit down on her lower lip, her heart pounding inexplicably.

"Rotten kid! Late for your own wedding, and you're dressed like that too!" The elderly Mr. Jin's gaze turned sour at the sight of Jin Yan.

Casually lifting an eyebrow, Jin Yan replied, "There was some business at the company."

"Was the 'business' of the company to drive in like that?"

Ye Yiyi clumsily crawled up from the ground, glancing at Jin Yan, he clearly had no intention of getting married.

"Alright, let's start the wedding now." Old Master Jin pushed Jin Yan towards Ye Yiyi.

Jin Yan lowered his gaze towards Ye Yiyi, the corner of his eye carrying a trace of a mocking, cold smile.

As the two of them were walking towards the platform, Ye Yiyi suddenly heard a voice in her ear, "As I said, if you dare to come back, I wouldn't hesitate to end you."

Ye Yiyi's heart trembled, she was about to suggest that they might not even know each other at all, both victims of a forced marriage, did he need to treat her this way?

But before she could even speak, the emcee had already begun to announce the entrance of the newlyweds.

This wedding farce had finally ended.

Ye Yiyi was taken to the Jin household, Ye Zheming had pleaded with her with a begged look in his eyes, he was afraid she would flare up in the Jin family. If this wedding were to fall through, the Ye family would be finished.

Her marriage into the Jin family brought home thirty million from the Jin family as a bride price, as well as a multi-million dollar partnership project. With the support of the Jin family, the financial crisis that the Ye family was facing could now be resolved.

Ye Yiyi found it somewhat amusing, Ye Zheming was selling his daughters.

She was quite valuable indeed.

She had absolutely no idea why she was chosen by the Jin family of all people, going even as far as to get hymen restoration surgery, she couldn't even acknowledge her own son in the future.

Ye Yiyi snorted lightly, after all, this was the last time she would help Ye Zheming.

She took out a pink dress from her suitcase, just having taken off her wedding dress.

With a sudden click, the door was abruptly pulled open.

Ye Yiyi suddenly changed her facial expression, hastening to cover herself with her skirt.

She shot an angry glance towards the door and found herself eye-to-eye with the arrogant face of Jin Yan. Her small fit of fury was instantly crushed by his overwhelming aura, "Young Master Jin..."

Jin Yan forcefully shut the door with a 'bang'.

Taken aback, Ye Yiyi involuntarily stepped back, nervously watching him.

"Don't you know to close the door when changing clothes?" Jin Yan irritably undid his shirt buttons.

Ye Yiyi bit her lower lip, suppressing herself from saying that he should’ve knocked first.

Jin Yan cast her a sidelong, derisive look.

"Not speaking?"

Ye Yiyi took a deep breath, “What do you want me to say, Young Master Jin?”

Jin Yan, with his icy smirk, advanced towards her, his hand roughly seizing her throat. "You're asking what I want to hear? I want to hear you scream, can you do that?"

"Let…me…go…” Ye Yiyi furrowed her brows, one hand defending the clothes on her body, the other hand wrestling against his grasp.

His grip was extraordinarily strong, she could barely breathe.

"Jin Yan... let go..."

Jin Yan pinned her to the bed with one move, "Let go? Ye Wan, on what grounds should I let go? You were the one who chose to leave, now want to come back! Ye Wan, have you no shame?"

Ye Yiyi's mouth hung agape – he was genuinely out for her life!

"I... I'm not... I'm not Ye Wan..." Her breathing became more and more labored, and her vision started to blur.

She didn't even know who Ye Wan was.

The feeling of suffocation filled her every inch, each of her senses felt like it was tightening along with her slowly beating heart.

Just when Ye Yiyi thought she was about to die, Jin Yan abruptly released his grip.

Ye Yiyi was able to breathe again and quickly drew in a deep breath.

As soon as she recovered, she immediately glared at Jin Yan, "Are you out of your mind?"

She nearly died.

"Get off me!" Ye Yiyi tried to push Jin Yan away, but her hand was gripped tightly by him.

"I'm not the Ye Wan you're talking about! Let go of me!"

"The hell, you're still playing dumb with me!" Jin Yan was on top of her, looking down at her, eyes narrowing, filled with a cold and ominous light.

Ye Yiyi stared back at him angrily, "I'm not pretending anything. My name has always been Ye Yiyi! Would I forget my own name?"

A cold smirk pulled at the corner of Jin Yan's lips, "I think you probably would."

Saying that, he ripped open the front of Ye Yiyi's dress in one swift movement, making her scream, "What the hell are you doing?"

"What am I doing? Obviously, to help you remember." Jin Yan was on top of her, one hand pinning Ye Yiyi's hand down, and the other one released his belt with a click.

Ye Yiyi was starting to panic.

"Jin Yan, what are you trying to do? Let me go!" Ye Yiyi desperately tried to struggle away from him.

With one long stretch of his leg, Jin Yan forcefully spread her legs apart, "The Ye family has accepted thirty million from the Jin family, is it for you to enjoy being Mrs Jin carefree?"

Ye Yiyi's face immediately turned ashen.

Smirking coldly, Jin Yan leaned down to whisper in her ear, his hot, burning breath brushing against it.

She heard him say, "Since you don't remember me, then let me help you to reminisce properly!"