Girlfriend (The Original Work)

Wen Nuan was ice cold all over, and when she woke up, she had transformed from a girl to a woman, thinking she had given herself wholly on her most beautiful, most special day to the man she loved the most.

At that moment, she thought she was the happiest woman in the world.

She had loved Fang Liucheng for many years.

Many, many years!

While she was a student, her feelings for Fang Liucheng were deeply rooted, and she always thought about growing up because once she did, she could be Fang Liucheng's bride.

Over the years, Fang Liucheng had also been very kind to her. Although he was a student sponsored by the Wen Family, he was neither servile nor overbearing. Wen Nuan's parents liked him very much, and they had even prepared for their marriage early on.

Wen Nuan's father especially adored his daughter, with everything he strove for ultimately belonging to her, so he also tried hard to nurture Fang Liucheng. Wen Nuan had always lived in a blissful life, never suffering any setbacks, always carefree and happily content.

But Fang Liucheng's words shattered her happiness, and she clearly heard something collapsing loudly inside her heart, what was it? She didn't know, she bit her lower lip hard, "Brother Liu Cheng, you..."

"Stop making such pitiful noises, Wen Nuan. I didn't expect you to be this kind of woman, and that I, too, was played by you." He interrupted her, Wen Nuan had never heard such a cold voice from Fang Liucheng before, and there seemed to be a sense of relief, "Considering your many years of affection for me, I had intended to give you a sweet night before the storm to satisfy your infatuated wishes. Since you fooled me, we're even."

She totally didn't understand what he was talking about, why had Fang Liucheng's voice become so cold and unfamiliar, why, she couldn't comprehend a word, Wen Nuan had an ominous premonition.

"What did you say?" Her voice trembled with fear.

The man standing by the phone then seemed like a devil, a complete stranger, not her gentle Brother Liu Cheng.

Fang Liucheng started to laugh, half-mocking, half-playful, "Wen Nuan, wherever you are right now, it's best you go home, and also, thank you for liking me all these years."

...

He hung up the phone, leaving Wen Nuan rigid with cold. A gust of wind came in through the door, chilling her to the bone. The woman's face turned pale as paper, something must have happened.

Wen Nuan hurried to her feet, yet became aware of various discomforts in her body; she felt as if struck by lightning, her face alarmingly pale, about to faint.

The memories from the previous night surfaced, she couldn't see his face clearly, but the pleasure he gave her and the memories couldn't be erased; Wen Nuan clutched at her chest, who was it? Why was it someone else, not Fang Liucheng?

But at that moment, she had no time to think deeply, she gathered her belongings hurriedly and rushed out, looking up at the room number as she left, Wen Nuan gasped.

5203.

Fang Liucheng's room was 5208, had she, in her dazed state, entered the wrong room?

Wen Nuan wanted to cry but had no tears, she clenched her teeth and fled in a panic.

Oh God, the boldest thing she had done in her life was to meet Fang Liucheng at a hotel, but it also turned out to be the stupidest thing, mistaking the room number.

Curse that alcohol.

She just entered the elevator when the doors at the 52nd floor opened, and a handsome man dressed in an Armani tailored suit stepped out. He took out his room card and walked into 5203. Seeing the empty bed, the man's lips curled into a cold smirk.