On their wedding night.

Hua Zhao discovered a pair of lace underwear studded with pearls tucked away in her groom's tailcoat pocket.

She silently put it back.

Emerging from the bathroom clad only in a white towel, the young businessman Shao Zhong was filled with masculine desire in his dark, irresistible peach blossom eyes.

Shao Zhong moved to the edge of the bed, kneeling on one knee as he inched closer to Hua Zhao. "My wife, I want you," he said.

His feverish palm was seared onto her silky white legs, gradually inching upward...

Scarlet filled Hua Zhao's eyes.

This man.

He had been her admirer since she was sixteen. He was there by her side through all her family troubles. He accompanied her through the storms in her life, he's the man who would even allow her to stab him in his chest.

But him...

He had cheated on her.

Cheaters are like toilet brushes used to clean teeth - filthy.

Just as Shao Zhong's fingers were about to reach up and touch her thigh.

Hua Zhao shook violently, her hand holding down his palm, her fingers touching the seductive crimson gown covering her body.

Emerging from his lust-driven condition, Shao Zhong abruptly looked up.

In her eyes, a raging fire kindled, "Zhao Zhao, what's wrong? Are you nervous? Don't worry, I'll be gentle on our first time."

He was about to lean in and kiss her lips.

His potent masculine pheromone swept over her, but now, all Hua Zhao felt was nauseous.

Her stomach was a tumultuous sea.

She couldn't accept it.

Therefore, she covered Shang Shaozheng's mouth with her hand and asked him, "Shang Shaozheng, do you love me?"

Shang Shaozheng smiled slightly.

He held Hua Zhao's fingers, planting delicate kisses on them, "Are you anxious about our new marriage? You ask if I love you or not?

Would I give you a grand wedding if I didn't love you? Would I marry you if I didn't love you?

Silly girl, tonight, I will let you feel how much I love you, my wife."

The lust in his eyes was almost overflowing.

It didn't seem like he was pretending.

Hua Zhao even felt a little dazed.

Could it be that the underwear was just a misunderstanding?

Or, perhaps, did one of Shang Shaozheng's admirers deliberately do it?

"If she agreed, wouldn't that just fulfill those people's wishes?"

Hua Zhao felt that she should figure out the truth of the matter, rather than sentencing Shaozheng based on one inexplicable pair of underwear.

But before figuring it all out, Hua Zhao didn't want to sleep with him. "Shaozheng, I'm not ready yet."

She determinedly wraps herself in the quilt.

With her eyes wide open, she watched as the desire in Shaozheng's eyes gradually turned into pity, "Wife."

Hua Zhao remained unwavering, "I’m tired from the wedding today."

Shaozheng squinted his eyes, his gaze falling on Hua Zhao's mouth, his meaning hidden. "Wife."

Hua Zhao persisted.

Shaozheng's interest vanished completely, he felt a bit annoyed, dull, but still chose to respect Hua Zhao, "Fine, let’s sleep."

Half an hour later.

Shaozheng turned away, "Wife?"

Hua Zhao didn't react, sleeping soundly.

Shaozheng glanced at his phone, then gently slipped out of the bridal chamber.

The moment he opened the door...

Hua Zhao opened her eyes.

She threw on a coat, slowly venturing outside.

Under a magnolia tree in the hotel parking lot, she stood.

Wide-eyed, she watched as Shaozhong Shen opened the door of a silver Mercedes not far away, and between the crack of the door, she saw the face of Weiwei Ning.

Shaozhong's childhood sweetheart, Weiwei, who had married far away in a fit of pique three years ago, was now in the cooling-off period of divorce.

The intertwining of heavy pants and moaning, the man's voice was even more lascivious than the woman's.

After a while, the crack in the window was also closed.

Only the car continued to sway back and forth.

Huazhao clenched her fists, her nails digging into the flesh of her palm, drawing trickles of blood.

She was so disappointed that her entire body was shaking.

Her heart felt as if it was frying in an oil pan and then being soaked in a pickle jar, draining its liquid and leaving it wrinkled and unseemly.

She had once believed that even if all the men in the world cheated, her Shaozhong never would.

Their love...

From the beginning to the end, Huazhao had always felt a complete sense of security.

He would introduce her to all his friends, he would personally reject all ambiguous relationships.

He would brave the freezing cold to deliver a cup of piping hot ginger sugar water during her menstrual period, he would wholeheartedly support every decision she made...

But now,

Everything has become a joke.

Hua Zhao closed her eyes, her throat choking heavily. She thought she should expose their illicit relationship and then divorce him.

She was a free-spirited person.

But...

But ever since she stepped back from the second in command at the company, even her dividend shares had been deposited in a joint account with Shang Shaozheng.

If she were to divorce now, not only would she not get a cent, she would even be exploited by the Shang family to the point of breaking.

What will happen to her mother? What about her grandmother?

The trust she once had,

Has now become a sharp blade stabbing at her.

A wound was torn open in Hua Zhao's heart, filled with the cold wind. It throbbed with pain and she was helpless to stop it.

She felt cold and wrapped her coat tighter around herself.

She turned around, moving forward like a marionette.

Exiting the elevator,

The entire hotel suddenly plunged into darkness.

Hua Zhao doesn't even have a cell phone in her hand, treading forward with extreme caution, step by step, her fingers lightly brushing the wall.

Out of the blue,

A hand reached out from the darkness.

Grasping Hua Zhao’s wrist.

The next instant,

Hua Zhao spun around, her back slamming against the door.

The sudden impact shook the already welled-up tears in Hua Zhao's eyes to spill over.

The man seemed fierce.

The heat from his body was so intense that Hua Zhao felt her consciousness blur.

She even resigned to the thought, if Shang Bei Zheng could, why couldn't she?

Until a dull, deep voice resounded beside Hua Zhao's ear, "Remember my name, it's Shang Bei Xiao. I will marry you."

In an instant, Hua Zhao was back to her senses.

She pushed the man away with all her might.

Running away as fast as she could.

Shang Bei Xiao.

Shang Beixiao.

How could it be Shang Beixiao!

Shang Beixiao is the youngest son of the Shang family's patriarch, and he's also Uncle to Shang Shaozhen.

Shang Shaozhen's father married into the family, hence he took his mother's surname.

Who is Shang Beixiao?

The infamous young master in the capital, whose potential brides, ladies of high social status, are lined up all the way from the city to Austria. His looks are out of this world, his skills exceptional, his intelligence extremely high, and his methods ruthless.

In short, he is someone she could not afford to offend.

Hua Zhaolang didn’t even dare to cry.

She stumbled out of the room in the dark.

Staggering silently in the hallway searching for her new room.

Tears crisscrossing her face.

What is all this?

She discovered her husband's infidelity with a childhood sweetheart on their wedding night.

She almost made a huge mistake!

Hua Zhaolang was too frantic.

She didn't notice in the darkness, a pair of eyes were staring at her intently, filled with jealousy, and hatred.