The sun was shining brightly in the early morning.
Inside the villa, a decadent atmosphere filled with music.
Between the bed, the sounds of lovemaking between a man and a woman could be heard continuously.
Sunlight spilled onto the ground, where men's belts and women's high heels were scattered everywhere.
After a tender moment, Song Nuan nestled against the man's firm abs to rest.
Lu Ziyang leaned against the headboard, smoking, looking relaxed and carefree.
An atmosphere of ambiguity lingered between the two.
After a long while, Song Nuan suddenly got up from the bed, picked up her clothes scattered on the floor, and said as she dressed, "Ziyang, this is the last time we'll see each other."
Lu Ziyang paused, his hand still holding the cigarette. "What do you mean?"
Song Nuan turned around and smiled at him: "Literally, I'm married, you know that. He's coming back soon, and I can't let him know you exist."
She picked up the bag from the cabinet, took out a check, casually wrote down five million, and placed it on Lu Ziyang's abs.
"This is compensation for your hard work over the past three years. I've also chosen a car and a house for you, and they will be transferred to your name soon. From now on, start a new life and don't contact me again."
Mr. Qin, the founder of the Qin Group, and Grandpa Song Nuan are close friends.
Before Song Nuan and Qin Yuchuan were even born, the two old men arranged a marriage for them.
They were born in the same hospital and attended the same kindergarten.
They were inseparable throughout elementary school, middle school, high school, and university.
For Song Nuan, being with Qin Yuchuan was like breathing every day; it was an integral part of her life.
At his 21st birthday banquet, witnessed by all the noble families of Liangcheng, Qin Yuchuan proposed to Song Nuan.
At that time, Song Nuan felt that she was the happiest girl in the world.
The two had planned to get married after graduation.
But during his senior year of college, his grandfather suddenly fell ill. On his deathbed, he begged Song Nuan and Qin Yuchuan to move their wedding forward.
Song Nuan agreed.
Two prominent families in Liangcheng held a wedding of the century as part of a marriage alliance.
On their wedding night, Qin Yuchuan changed his usual doting attitude and confessed to Song Nuan that he had already fallen in love with someone else, who was none other than Song Nuan's half-sister, Song Ningxue.
Marrying Song Nuan was only because he was forced by his grandfather to fulfill his grandfather's last wish.
At that moment, Song Nuan felt like her whole world had collapsed.
His relationship of more than ten years was trampled and ravaged, leaving it utterly broken.
Song Nuan originally wanted to file for divorce.
However, her grandfather suddenly announced his will, stipulating that their marriage must last for three years before she could inherit the Song Group.
Song Nuan's mother disappeared when she was six years old and her whereabouts remain unknown.
The culprits are inextricably linked to her irresponsible father and her stepmother who took her place through a mistress.
Her grandfather doesn't have much time left, and she must obtain the inheritance rights to the Song family in order to be able to investigate what happened back then.
Fearing that her grandfather would not be able to accept the truth and would pass away, Song Nuan endured Qin Yuchuan's almost humiliating confession. Using the promise of great benefits as bait, she half-forced and half-begged him to sign a contractual marriage agreement for a period of three years.
Qin Yuchuan compromised.
On the second day of his marriage, he traveled to France under the pretext of expanding the group's territory.
Song Ningxue followed closely behind.
Three months later, Grandpa passed away.
It was at this time that Lu Ziyang entered her world.
He was a new hostess at a bar in the nightclub, and Song Nuan was his first customer.
From the moment he saw Song Nuan, he stared at her intently, using every trick a man uses to pursue a woman, and monopolizing all of Song Nuan's time and space.
At first, Song Nuan thought this man was really interesting; he even played the role of being genuinely affectionate in a brothel.
But gradually, she realized that something was wrong with her.
It is a major taboo to fall in love with someone you shouldn't; such relationships are destined to have no future.
The cigarette extinguished in his palm. The man stood up, his narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes filled with a sinister glint: "You want to dump me?"
Song Nuan was already dressed and stood by the bed with a bright smile. "This isn't dumping, this is a clean break."
What if I refuse?
Song Nuan stepped forward with a smile, nodded slightly, her beautiful face both innocent and cunning.
Her small hand traced circles on his abs, her voice gentle and seductive: "But it seems like you never have the upper hand. I'm already tired of it."
She patted Lu Ziyang's head like she would a pet, then said, "Bye-bye~"
"Song Nuan!"
A deep, cold voice came from behind.
Song Nuan ignored him and lifted her skirt without a second thought.
The first floor of the villa.
Song Nuan was about to push open the front door and leave.
Bang bang bang bang! ! !
Outside, there was a loud banging on the door, which startled Song Nuan.
Strangely, she purchased this villa privately; it was neither registered in her name nor did it involve any funds from the Song family.
Apart from her and Lu Ziyang, no one else has ever been here.
Who would know about this place?
She remained silent and turned on the video call.
At the entrance, Qin Yuchuan and Song Ningxue's faces suddenly appeared!
Behind them stood reporters from major television stations in Liangcheng.
Song Nuan was shocked!
The way these two were acting made it seem like they were there to catch someone cheating.
But how did they know about this place!
Unless… her eyes darkened as she looked at the tightly closed door on the second floor.
He had already changed into a refined formal suit, looking more like a negotiator than a gigolo.
With a smile playing on his lips, he looked at the lively scene outside the video call and asked, "Do I have the initiative now?"
She took a deep breath: "Are you in cahoots with Song Ningxue and Qin Yuchuan?"
He scoffed dismissively, then retorted, "Do they even deserve it?"
He always unintentionally revealed a superior demeanor, with a kind of inexplicable arrogance.
Song Nuan didn't believe it easily and lowered her voice: "If it's not true, prove it to me."
"I've already been dumped, does it even matter what you think of me?"
He leaned against the stairs slowly and turned his head to light a cigarette.
Song Nuan never expected that the little thing she had been raising would turn around and bite her.
He could only lower his eyes and adopt a humble posture: "Please help me fend off those people. I'll consider this a favor I owe you. If you ever need any help in the future, feel free to contact me, and I'll do my best."
The man fiddled with his phone with one hand, not answering.
The knocking on the door intensified, and even the huge floor-to-ceiling windows on the first floor were crowded with onlookers.
If it weren't for the curtains, everything would be exposed.
Just as Song Nuan was about to panic, Lu Ziyang slowly raised his phone.
The player was playing the same sentence she had just said on repeat.
"Consider today's matter a favor I owe you. If you ever need any help in the future, feel free to contact me, and I will do my best to help."
Song Nuan was on edge and instinctively grabbed the phone.
Lu Ziyang slightly raised his hand, dodging her attempt to snatch it.
Her expression changed slightly: "Why are you recording?"
"I'm afraid you'll renege on your debt."
"Delete it!"
He smiled faintly and shook his head lazily: "You were much bolder when you dumped me. Are you scared now?"
Not knowing his true purpose, he watched as Qin Yuchuan's face drew ever closer.
Song Nuan stared coldly at him: "Lu Ziyang, you better not try anything funny with me. If I fall, I will drag you down with me."
He seemed completely unconcerned, pushing her away from the entrance doorway with his large hand around her waist.
"Young Miss, don't talk tough now. Get out of the way, I'll handle this."
Song Nuan felt that something was wrong.
Before they could even savor the moment, the banging on the door grew louder and louder, as if those people were about to break down the door at any moment.
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