In the master bedroom on the second floor of a luxurious villa, the first thing that caught their eye was a whole French window. The surrounding walls and ceilings were mainly light pink, showing the joy of marriage. There was a vague romantic feeling in the warm and peaceful atmosphere.
However, at this time, he was lying on the bed in a wedding dress. His eyes were covered, but he didn't feel any excitement or joy. Instead, he felt endless uneasiness and uneasiness.
In order to save her grandmother, she made a deal with her abandoned daughter's mother Song Xinyan. As long as she was willing to marry her sister, Xu Xiya, to Jiang Heting, who would die soon, she could get a huge medical fee.
Therefore, for the medical expenses, she held back the impulse to escape.
Just as she was in a state of panic and paranoia, the sound of someone entering the door came, and her nerves tightened again.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and then the edge of the bed next to her was sunken. He could smell the unique and refreshing scent of a man, and his heart suddenly jumped to his throat.
Everyone knew that the Fourth Young Master of the Jiang family, Jiang Heting, was terminally ill and would die soon. He got married only for the sake of the happiness.
Wen Min held his breath and tried to suppress his wildly beating heart. Jiang Heting was about to die. He wouldn't do anything to her, would he?
He hoped that he could have a little self-knowledge and let her go tonight.
Suddenly, his slightly cold fingers touched her cheeks, making Wen Min tremble and his heart suddenly jumped to his throat.
"What are you trying to do?" Wen Min couldn't help but grab the man's wrist with absolute accuracy. He then pulled off the veil covering his eyes and ran into a pair of deep, deep, dark eyes.
In all fairness, Xu Xiya's husband was really good-looking. He had handsome and deep facial features, a noble and elegant temperament, and a man of great character. However, his face looked too pale. Obviously, he was an invalid.
"What do you think I'm doing?" Jiang Heting looked at her hand which was holding his wrist and sneered. Then he turned his hand and had already caught Wen Min's wrist.
The fingers that touched her skin were slightly cold.
"Let me go." Wen Han struggled.
"Why should I let go? From this moment on, you are my legitimate wife." He suddenly approached her ear, and the warm breath blew to her ear, making Wen Min tremble.
"I'm feeling a little uncomfortable today." It was only a matter of time before she could escape.
"Tonight is our wedding night. A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pounds of gold." The warm breath continued to blow on her ears. His big hand did not stop but was busy pulling the zipper on her wedding dress.
"Don't... Ah..."
Before she could struggle and resist, Wen Min was pressed under Jiang Heting, making her unable to move.
What was going on? It was said that Jiang Heting was sick, but now he was like a red-eyed beast, full of looting and occupying her prey.
"You are my wife now, so I can do whatever I want to you." Jiang Haiting's big hand still did not stop and unzipped the zipper of the wedding dress.
"No..." Wen Min wanted to resist and struggle, but for some reason, he couldn't exert any strength at all. Moreover, he was so hot and dry that he was even excited.
"Little thing, did you know? You are very fragrant. It should be very sweet when you taste it." A deep and sexy voice sounded by her ear, making her body feel even hotter and more uncomfortable.