A Lavish Wedding: Tycoon's Pampered Bride

Qin Yucen swung her fists, hitting against his solid chest, each word carrying an accusation of pain. Her eyes were already filled with pitiable mist, sparkling in her clear, stream-like eyes. At that moment, she was so fragile, so sad, so pitifully touching.

Yet Guan Haoyang's handsome face darkened due to Qin Yucen's yelling and beating, his usually slightly pursed lips faintly uttered a sentence, "Have you had enough? Look at you now; you're nothing like yourself."

"Have you had enough?" Qin Yucen, shaken by his words, saw her grip on his collar gradually weaken, her heart clenched tightly, her smile bitter, "Heh... you're right. You've been abroad for five years; how could you remember what I looked like!"

"Qin Yucen, you're drunk, let's go home." Guan Haoyang felt she had lost her usual calm and grace, helplessly furrowing his brows as he firmly grasped her slender, pale wrist.

"Home? Do I have a home?" Qin Yucen mocked herself, sadness coloring her exquisite face, "That home without you, that cold house, I've been alone there for five years, I don't want to go back to that home anymore! If sending me to another man's bed is what you want, then as you wish!"

Qin Yucen, not knowing where she found the strength, shook off Guan Haoyang's hand and hastily pushed the door open to leave.

Guan Haoyang picked up his suit jacket from the sand and chased after her, but Qin Yurong, who had been waiting outside, appeared, anxiously saying, "Brother-in-law, what's wrong with her? She's been spoiled by our grandmother since she was little, she doesn't know how to care for others, please don't take it to heart."

Guan Haoyang, looking at Qin Yurong in front of him, his eyes reddening, said, "Move!"

"Brother-in-law, why are you so fierce?" Qin Yurong blinked, her eyes welling up with pitiable tears.

Guan Haoyang, who couldn't stand tears, frowned even more, gently pushed her aside, and continued his chase. Outside, the night was pitch-black, the wind and snow howled, and Qin Yucen's figure was nowhere to be seen.

"Brother-in-law, after all she's done to you, why are you still chasing her? You treat her well, but she might not care at all." Qin Yurong, running after him, voiced her indignation for Guan Haoyang, "Although I'm her sister, I stand on the side of reason. I've heard that during the five years you've been away, she's been passed out drunk in the beds of countless men—ah—ouch..."

Guan Haoyang's grip tightened on her wrist, his face darkened. "You talk too much."

"Brother-in-law, let go, it hurts." Qin Yurong's face paled with pain.

Guan Haoyang, realizing his unseemly behavior, let go of her hand, turned around, and drove away.

Qin Yurong, watching the quickly fading car in the night, stamped her feet in fury.

Meanwhile, Qin Yucen, driven by impulsiveness and resentment after leaving Club Number 6, had only one thought: to find Huo Jingtang. Xi Yan had told her that Huo Jingtang lived in Tanghuang Dijing.

She drove all the way; it was the dead of winter, yet she felt her blood boiling inside her.

She felt hot...

What was wrong with her?

Her mind flashed back to the drink she had consumed... There was a drug in the drink, which explained the waiter's astonished gaze.

When Qin Yucen arrived at Huo Jingtang's villa, she was so hot that she started to take off her outer black coat while walking. Her legs were weak, her steps unsteady, and she simply tossed away her high heels. She rang the doorbell, but no one came to open the door. She took out her cell phone and dialed his number, but no one answered.

She was uncomfortably hot, her mouth parched and her tongue dry, sweat seeping onto the pristine forehead, and it felt like a cat's claw was scratching uncomfortably at her chest. She slid down weakly along the glass door panel.

At that moment, two beams of light approached, and Qin Yucen raised her hand to block the glaring light.

After turning off the engine, Huo Jingtang got out of the car, walked to the door, and looked at the woman sitting on the ground, her hair disheveled and her clothes wrinkled, "What are you doing here?"

Qin Yucen weakly looked up, meeting Huo Jingtang's cold gaze, "You... you're back. I've been waiting here for you for a long time."

She tilted up her beautiful face, the slightly wet strands of hair sticking to the snowy white side of her face, making her pale and enchanting face appear even more delicate and fair under the soft lighting, her cheeks unusually flushed. Her thin red body-hugging knee-length dress outlined her graceful curves, and her long legs clad in black sheer stockings were particularly seductive.

"What are you waiting for me for?" he asked softly, snowflakes drifting onto his jet-black hair.

"Waiting for you... to come home," Qin Yucen smiled in response.

Huo Jingtang pursed his lips silently, bent down, and lifted her from the cold ground. Her proximity made her involuntarily burrow deeper into his embrace. He headed inside, intending to place her on the sofa, but she clung tightly to his neck, unwilling to let go, and rested her head against his shoulder.

He had no choice but to sit down with her in his arms and then pour her some water. Qin Yucen failed to catch it, and the water glass fell to the ground, spilling water everywhere.

Huo Jingtang poured her another glass of water and brought it to her lips; she drank it eagerly, but this bit of water could not extinguish the fierce fire burning within her body.

"Husband, don't neglect me again in the future, let me always hold you like this, it feels so good." Qin Yucen experienced a sense of happiness in his arms that she had never felt before.

All that flashed through Huo Jingtang's mind was one sentence: she was married... she had actually gotten married. He should have guessed it earlier, which is why she felt wronged when he scorned her during today's contract discussion.

"You're married?" he asked, furrowing his brow and looking down at the woman buried in his arms.

"Husband, we've been married for five years, have you forgotten?" her eyes were teary, dark and shiny, sad, and pitiful.

He knew she wasn't lying, she was truly married, but who was that man? And how could he bear to let her fight desperately like a man.

"Qin Yucen, look carefully, I am not your husband!" Huo Jingtang's face looked somewhat unpleasant, his long fingers gripping her chin, forcing her to clearly see him.

"Husband, these five years, I have seen very clearly, it's just that you can't see that I am your wife!" Qin Yucen took Huo Jingtang's hand from her chin and placed it on her soft, pale skin in front of her, "Husband, tonight I will perform well, you can test whether I am a qualified wife."