Chapter Fifty-Nine: On the Wedding Night, the Pretense Falls Off

After the live stream ended, Su Muci's room fell silent.

The discomfort that Su Muci had just suppressed during the live stream resurfaced.

She got up and went to the bathroom, wanting to wash away her discomfort with hot water. However, as the warm water flowed over her skin, the desire from the depths of her bones intensified.

The skin is yearning for touch.

An untimely image of Huo Zhan's forceful and passionate kiss flashed into my mind—his breath, his warmth, the pressure of his lips pressing against mine…

Every detail is magnified infinitely at this moment.

She fantasized about his hard, hot chest pressing against hers, his arm gently lifting her leg, his deep voice whispering in her ear: "Can you do pole dancing?"

"I...I can't..."

Her voice clearly shrank, but her body involuntarily responded.

He chuckled softly, his deep voice carrying a deadly allure, "Then I'll teach you."

As soon as he finished speaking, his hot, thin lips pressed down forcefully, swallowing all her panicked sobs.

"Snap!"

The showerhead in my hand suddenly fell to the ground.

Su Muci suddenly opened her eyes, breathing heavily, with only the shower head above her head still drenching her flushed skin and burning cheeks.

She's gone mad... she must be mad...

Just as she felt she was about to be driven mad by this out-of-control illness, the familiar sound of a car engine rang out outside the villa!

It's Huo Zhan's car! He went out late at night!

Once the car engine noise had faded into the distance, Su Muci didn't hesitate. With trembling hands, she slowly dried herself, put on a bathrobe, and tentatively stepped out of the room.

At the door of the room, I almost bumped into the maid who was coming towards me.

"Madam, my husband said he has something to do tonight and asked me to make you a calming soup. He also said goodnight..."

"Put it in the room."

When Su Muci spoke to the maid, her voice trembled slightly.

The maid noticed her unusually flushed cheeks: "Madam, is there anything you need?"

"I'm fine. I left a piece of clothing in the master bedroom. He left, so I went to get it myself."

After hearing this, the maid didn't ask any more questions and brought the soup in.

After the maid left, the corridor returned to silence, and Su Muci slowly approached the master bedroom in the distance.

She entered the master bedroom, walked to the huge wardrobe, gently opened it, and picked out the most inconspicuous one from among the uniform dark shirts.

With so many clothes, he probably won't notice if one is missing, right?

I can't worry about that now.

Su Muchi sneaked back to her room like a thief.

She naturally didn't notice that in a deep drawer of the wardrobe, there lay quietly a lace bra she had lost, as well as a finely crafted, custom-made pure gold chain.

Back in her room, Su Muci couldn't wait to take off her bathrobe and put on the oversized men's shirt.

The cool, silky fabric pressed against her burning skin, and the lingering, cool masculine scent enveloped her as she entered the bed.

The agonizing illness finally subsided in the familiar scent.

The moment reason returned, she was overwhelmed by a tremendous sense of shame.

Su Muci's tears soaked the pillow.

Fu Hengzhi was right; she really was sick, and it was a sickness that was difficult to talk about.

What's even more shameful is that she can only secretly relieve this ailment by using her nominal husband's shirts. If he finds out, what will he think of her?

With each increase in humiliation in his heart, his hatred for Zhou Mengying deepened.

She will always remember the entire bloody massacre, the fear and helplessness she felt at the time, and how much she longed for redemption and warmth, only to ultimately fall into an even deeper predicament.

Through the sparse moonlight, Su Muchi looked at the memorial tablet wrapped in cloth in the cabinet by the window, biting her lip and murmuring, "Mom, the Zhou family went bankrupt, but I'm not done with them yet..."

...

On the riverbank of Jiangcheng, Cheng Siyu stared down at the message sent by Huo Zhan, his brows furrowed.

Suddenly, Huo Junjun's voice rang in his ears: "Monk, since you've spent a whole day and night with me today, just tell me straight, what do you want from me by taking the initiative to contact me this time?"

Hearing Huo Junjun's bluntness, Cheng Siyu put away his phone and stopped hiding it.

"I do have something I'd like to ask Miss Huo. Does your best friend, Miss Su, have a friend named Xiao Qi?"

"Xiao Qi?" Huo Junjun pondered for a moment and said, "Mu Ci used to have a silver fox dog named Xiao Qi. She used to carry it everywhere she went, but I haven't seen it since. It's probably passed away after all these years."

A silver fox?!

He wasn't a man after all!

Cheng Siyu sighed, recalling how his patient, Mr. Huo, had been so jealous over this name.

He said politely, "Miss Huo, thank you."

"So, you're more interested in a dog than in me, is that right?"

Huo Junjun's tone was clearly self-deprecating, and Cheng Siyu's face showed a hint of embarrassment: "I'm sorry."

Huo Junjun pressed on, unwilling to give up, "Cheng Siyu, five years ago at the Kyoto Hospital, I had appendicitis and was in so much pain that I couldn't walk. My uncle wasn't home, and you carried me to the emergency room. Did you really not have any feelings for me back then?"

"No."

The psychologist's answer was clear and calm.

Huo Junjun's last hope was extinguished. She sneered, opened the car door with swift movements, and said in a resolute voice, "I have no interest in you anymore!"

The car drove into the night without any hesitation.

Cheng Siyu stood there, gazing in the direction she had disappeared. A complex mix of emotions flashed across his eyes, but he quickly regained his usual composure.

He gave a dry laugh: "The mission in Jiangcheng is finally complete."

He took out his phone, ready to send a message to Huo Zhan to report back.

Fearing he might disturb their wedding night, he eventually set the message to be sent at 2:30 a.m.

By then, everything should have been taken care of.

...

Huo Zhan let the night breeze of Jiangcheng dispel the restlessness and violence in his heart before returning to the villa.

In the utter silence, he slipped into the second bedroom with extremely light steps and slowly sat down beside her bed.

In her sleep, Su Muci wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, with only her small head showing. The man beside the bed could not see that she was wearing his shirt.

Suddenly, as if she were talking in a dream, her body trembled violently: "No! Xiao Qi! Xiao Qi!"

Xiao Qi? It's that name again!

A surge of jealousy instantly filled Huo Zhan's eyes, which had finally regained their composure.

Why does she always call out other people's names in her dreams?

Huo Zhan's eyes were already wet and bloodshot.

All pretense was on the verge of spiraling out of control, and his hand couldn't help but reach towards her.

He grasped the corner of the blanket with his hand and gently pulled it down, revealing her small figure slowly emerging from under the covers.

In the dim moonlight, the dark men's shirt she was wearing suddenly caught his eye!