Chapter 1
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"The most beautiful time of my life was when I first met you" by Ye Fei Ye, "99 Times I Said I Love You."
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When Su Zhinian reached home, it was already 1 am.
The bungalow was quiet. Other than the lights in the living room, the other rooms were dark.
As Su Zhinian walked up the stairs, he loosened his tie. He pushed open the bedroom door, turned on the light, and tossed his suit and tie on the sofa. Then he unbuttoned his shirt and walked toward the bathroom.
When he reached the bathroom door, Su Zhinian stopped moving. His hands that were holding the buttons paused as if he sensed something. He slowly turned around and saw a woman lying in his bed.
Su Zhinian frowned with shock. Then, he looked at the woman in bed for a while. When he saw the woman's face clearly, his face turned icy. Without hesitation, he walked to the bed, grabbed the sleeping woman, and dragged her out of the room.
Song Qingchun woke up with a start. Her mind was still in a daze. When she felt the pain coming from her wrist, she was already dragged out of the bedroom by Su Zhinian.
"Su Zhinian, you're back …" Song Qingchun only managed to call Su Zhinian's name when Su Zhinian's face darkened. His grip on Song Qingchun's wrist tightened. The pain caused the girl to suck in a deep breath and stop the rest of her sentence.
Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97 Su Zhinian dragged Song Qingchun down the stairs so fast that Song Qingchun was unable to keep up with his pace. She stumbled and accidentally knocked over a nearby shelf. The porcelain fell to the floor, creating a deafening sound that woke Auntie Sun, who was in the guest room. She ran out in her pajamas, and when she saw Su Zhinian dragging Song Qingchun down the stairs, she asked in panic, "Mr. Su, Miss Song, what's wrong?"
Before Auntie Sun could finish, she was caught off guard by a cold glare from Su Zhinian. She immediately lowered her head and took two steps back. She watched anxiously as Su Zhinian dragged Song Qingchun past her.
"Su Zhinian, let go of me …" Song Qingchun struggled, trying to wriggle her wrist out of Su Zhinian's grasp, but it was to no avail. She was still dragged to the door by Su Zhinian.
The door opened, and the cold winter wind blew in. It was so cold that Song Qingchun said in a shaking voice, "Su Zhinian, I came to find you today because …"
Before Song Qingchun could finish, Su Zhinian, who hadn't said a word since they got home, suddenly spoke. His voice was cold and dangerous. "Song Qingchun, who gave you the right to appear before me?"
Perhaps it was because Su Zhinian's tone was too sharp and cold, but Song Qingchun was startled, and the words that she was about to say disappeared between her teeth.
Su Zhinian slowly turned around, and there was not a trace of emotion on his face. His gaze was like two sharp knives, glaring at Song Qingchun. His lips were pressed into a thin line, and the words that came out of his mouth were cold and merciless. "I remember telling you, even if you die, do not appear before me again!"
Then, Su Zhinian roughly pushed Song Qingchun out of the room and slammed the door shut with a deafening bang.
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