Exposed, threatened, forced into intimate contact, and… Xia Wan never imagined she’d end up entangled with Huo Qingsui, the legendary, enigmatic, and celibate heartthrob of Qingcheng. She certainly never expected their relationship would turn out to be… “I’m not interested in a minor like you.” “ “Oh, that’s perfect—I’m not interested in an old man like you either! Uh… what are you doing?” “Doing what married couples do.” Huo Qingsui had only one goal in mind when it came to Xia Wan: to spoil her—for the rest of her life.
Exposed, threatened, forced into intimate contact, and… Xia Wan never imagined she’d end up entangled with Huo Qingsui, the legendary, enigmatic, and celibate heartthrob of Qingcheng. She certainly never expected their relationship would turn out to be… “I’m not interested in a minor like you.” “ “Oh, that’s perfect—I’m not interested in an old man like you either! Uh… what are you doing?” “Doing what married couples do.” Huo Qingsui had only one goal in mind when it came to Xia Wan: to spoil her—for the rest of her life.
Chapter 1: Not Even Worth a Piece of Shit! Xia Wan, her face icy, picked up her suitcase and slammed it hard against the black Audi in front of her! “Bang! She struck with such force that in just a few blows, she cracked a gap in the car window, and even the hood in front wasn’t spared—it too bore the brunt of her fury. Xu Jialing was genuinely startled by the commotion and instinctively hid behind Xiao Ran. Her exquisitely made-up face was now completely pale, yet she forced herself to suppress her fear and called out softly, just as she always had: “Wanwan…” “Shut up! Don’t call my name! ” Xia Wan snapped her head up, her cold gaze fixed directly on the couple in front of her. Her angry, doll-like face clearly bore an expression of contempt. “It makes me sick to hear it!” Xu Jialing’s face went deathly pale, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears: “Wanwan, don’t do this…” “Don’t what?” Xia Wan laughed bitterly through her rage. Xu Jialing bit her lower lip, her face growing paler and paler, looking utterly pitiful—as if it were she, not Xia Wan, who’d had her boyfriend stolen away. “Smack!” Xia Wan threw the suitcase in her hand down hard right in front of them, without a shred of tact! Xiao Ran couldn’t dodge in time and got hit on the foot. “Xiao Ran!” Xu Jialing was terrified and rushed over to check on his injury. Xiao Ran squeezed her hand to signal he was fine, then, his face darkening, he glared at the instigator, suppressing his rage: “Xia Wan, are you done causing trouble yet? ” His brow was deeply furrowed, his disgust plain for all to see. “I’ve already chosen Jialing. Let’s part ways amicably. Don’t come after me anymore, and don’t blame Jialing—she’s innocent.” “Yeah, she’s pretty innocent. ” Xia Wan raised an eyebrow and sneered, speaking sharply, “My dear cousin stole my boyfriend today, and my cousin’s best friend—oh, who’s also my friend—is marrying my dad today. Both of them are crying and begging for my forgiveness and my blessing. How innocent! So I’m the only one who isn’t innocent, is that it?!” Changing the subject abruptly, she fixed Xiao Ran with a look of utter contempt: “And you, Xiao Ran! Don’t be so self-righteous and thick-skinned! Do you think you’re some kind of treasure I’ll pine for and cling to forever? Sorry, but right now, in my eyes, you’re not even worth a pile of shit!” Xiao Ran’s expression darkened instantly. His voice dropped to a cold, warning tone: “If saying that makes you feel better, then go ahead. But Xia Wan, you know exactly what today is. Stop causing trouble, stop picking on Jialing—or else none of us will end up happy!” “I’m bullying her?” Xia Wan laughed coldly, her small face instantly covered in a layer of ice. The next second, she lifted her chin haughtily and replied sarcastically, “I’ll tell you this: if you’re not happy today, I’ll be happy!” “Wanwan…” Xu Jialing suddenly spoke up, looking at Xia Wan with tear-streaked eyes, her tone as soft and fragile as ever. “It’s my fault. I’m sorry. But Xiao Ran and I truly love each other. I’m really sorry. Will you forgive me? Wanwan, I… I need your blessing…” Truly in love? Blessing? Xia Wan laughed in exasperation. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a man in a suit walking past with a takeout coffee in hand. Without a word, he snatched it away. Before any of the three could react, he popped the lid off and splashed the coffee all over Xiao Ran and Xu Jialing! Caught off guard, the two were left looking utterly bedraggled! “You want a blessing, do you? Here’s your blessing! I wish you a hundred years of happiness—and no children to carry on your line!” Xia Wan’s brow was set with icy fury. After hurling the cup at them, he pulled out a hundred-yuan note and shoved it into the man’s hand as compensation, then bent down to pick up his suitcase and turned to walk toward the nearby hotel. “Wanwan…” Behind him, Xu Jialing trembled as if unable to bear it, while Xiao Ran’s face twisted with rage. The man whose coffee had been snatched froze for a moment before finally coming to his senses. He walked over to the black Bentley parked nearby, his face grim and his forehead covered in cold sweat: “I’m sorry, Young Master Huo, your coffee…” “Mm, I saw that.” A deep, husky, magnetic male voice sounded softly. Below the car window, Huo Qingsui wore a cool expression, his deep, enigmatic eyes—impossible to read—gazing in the direction Xia Wan had left. A moment later, a faint smile tugged at his lips. “Young Master Huo?” Pulling his gaze away, Huo Qingsui lowered his eyes. His thin lips parted, and he uttered two words indifferently: “Let’s go.” “Yes.” The closer they got to the hotel, the harder it became for Xia Wan to control her anger. Her face was grim, and she radiated an aura that warned others to keep their distance. But the moment she stepped inside, everything suddenly went black before her eyes. “Smack!” The crisp, loud sound of a slap rang out suddenly, sounding particularly jarring in the otherwise quiet hotel lobby.
