Han Zhiyan held her breath. She still didn't believe what she saw. For a moment, she hoped she was just dreaming. She didn't even have the courage to go in and stop it.
Soon after, bursts of men's panting and women's ambiguous sounds came from the house. No matter how stupid she was, she knew what was going on inside.
Han Zhiyan closed her eyes. She felt her heart twitching in pain, and her hands turned white from clenching the wall tightly.
Her lips were pursed tightly, revealing a stubborn look on her face. She told herself not to cry, not to cry for such a hypocritical man, it was not worth it.
I don't know whether it was because her lips were pressed too tightly or because her heart ached too much, but a bright red color slowly flowed out from her lips. In the end, her rationality could not outweigh her sadness, and Han Zhiyan's tears fell...
Han Zhiyan leaned weakly against the wall next to the deserted ancestral house, hugging herself tightly with her hands and burying her head deeply between her legs.
Half a sparse moon hangs slantingly in the night sky, the air is cold and painful, and the ambiguous sounds in the room are getting louder and louder. Han Zhiyan's heart hurts more and more, and her body becomes colder and trembling...
The ambiguous sounds in the house rang all night, and Han Zhiyan squatted outside and listened all night...
The next day, before dawn, the door of the ancestral house was opened. Shangguan Chen slowly walked out of the ancestral house. The two bodyguards said respectfully, "Young Master..." Shangguan Chen walked towards Shangguan's house expressionlessly.
As he walked, that innocent little face flashed through his mind, and he even wanted to see her right away, so his originally slow steps speeded up unconsciously.
Han Zhiyan was awakened by a sound. Due to squatting all night, when she was about to stand up, her legs suddenly became weak and she fell to the ground, letting out a low roar.
At this time, she sneaked into the corner of the wall and went to the door of her ancestral home. She saw Xu Ma bringing the beautiful woman from the ancestral home. There were obvious marks on the beautiful woman's neck, which deeply pierced her eyes. She would not
Don't know what that means.
Xu Ma said to the beautiful woman with a cold face, "Where is the white silk scarf?"
The beautiful woman tremblingly took out a silk scarf from behind and put it in Xu Ma's hand. Xu Ma opened it and saw a cluster of bright red plum blossoms in front of her eyes, which deeply hurt Han Zhiyan's heart. It undoubtedly represented the meaning of
, Shangguan Chen really consummated his marriage with her last night.
Xu Ma hummed with satisfaction, and then left with the beautiful woman. When the bodyguards left, Han Zhiyan slowly stood up and walked along the path to Shangguan's house with a confused look on her face.
As soon as Shangguan Chen returned to the study, he turned around and walked into the bathroom, intending to wash away the fatigue on his body and cheer himself up. Remembering that last night was undoubtedly a torture for him.
Xiaobing, who was busy in the living room, looked at Han Zhiyan, who was pale and lifeless, walking in from the outside, and asked anxiously, "Young lady, why are you back now? Your face is so ugly, last night..."
When Han Zhiyan thought of what happened last night, her heart sank, and irritability came to her mind. She said lightly, "I'm fine. Let's go back to the room first."
After saying that, he walked upstairs in despair...
Han Zhiyan returned to her room, washed herself casually, and then walked downstairs, planning to go to work.
Looking at the pale Han Zhiyan, Xiaobing said to Han Zhiyan worriedly, "Young lady, don't you want to eat some breakfast before leaving?"