He Siyu almost instantly replied to Ni Yang’s message.
[Keep the remaining dresses and wear them for fun.]
[OK, received.]
[You look beautiful.]
The suit jacket that Qi Huaiyu had touched had already been taken off by him and thrown into a roadside trash bin. After getting into the car, he repeatedly wiped the hand that had struck Qi Huaiyu with alcohol wipes.
He had also instructed his assistant to investigate Qi Huaiyu’s private life separately. During the time he had been dating Ni Yang, he had cheated with eight women from different professions, and every rendezvous had taken place during his business trips.
A man with such a filthy private life—did he deserve someone as good as Ni Yang?
When He Siyu returned to his penthouse apartment in the city center, the cold light at the entrance dispersed the darkness inside. The showroom-like decor lacked any trace of warmth or life.
After experiencing the warm, lively atmosphere of the Ni Family today, returning now to this silent and empty home suddenly felt strangely unfamiliar. He had lived like this alone for years, yet one day he had begun yearning for a warmth that had never belonged to him.
The man let out a self-mocking laugh. The only thing answering him was still the endless darkness.
Inside the walk-in closet were rows of matching suits. On the watch display cabinet sat two sets of rings he had acquired at the fastest speed possible. Only when he saw them did he truly realize that he was about to start a family.
Tomorrow was an auspicious day for marriage, specially chosen by a fortune-teller hired by Ni Yang’s parents.
Late at night, He Siyu tossed and turned in bed. It was one of the rare nights he suffered from insomnia.
He blamed his sleeplessness on the brief contact they had shared in Ni Yang’s studio earlier that day. Suddenly, he remembered her sleep-aid videos.
Rolling over, he grabbed his phone from the bedside, found his earphones in the drawer, opened the app, and entered Ni Yang’s account.
She had just uploaded a new video tonight. The background was exactly the setup he had seen earlier in her studio.
The girl wore a European palace-style dress and a curly golden wig. Her beautiful eyes were covered by dark green contact lenses, hiding the naturally sparkling color of her irises.
The voice in the earphones felt as though she were speaking softly right beside his ear, gently soothing him. The trigger sounds paired perfectly with her tender whispers.
It was exactly like today, when she had softly murmured beside his ear:
“Relax, it won’t hurt.”
“He Siyu, are you nervous?”
The more he listened, the more awake he became. His eyes were fixed on every smile and expression on the screen, on the way her rosy lips moved as she spoke words he could no longer absorb.
This sleep-aid video had absolutely no sleep-inducing effect. Instead, it only made him hotter and hotter. He truly could not understand why so many people praised her.
The most glaring thing was the top comment:
“Oh my god, it’s my wife’s new video. She’s so beautiful, hngh hngh, this face and voice—I want to hide my wife away so only I can admire her.”
The comment had hundreds of thousands of likes, and countless others agreed beneath it.
Modern netizens truly had no sense of boundaries. They casually called anyone “wife.” Was she your wife? They really just said anything.
And “hide her away”? Had the law not been properly promoted among these netizens?
If they liked her that much, why were they freeloading? Unlike him, who had quietly gifted Ni Yang over a million yuan worth of presents.
Before exiting the app, he silently followed her account as well.
Becoming the most inconspicuous existence among her countless fans.
He had no profile picture, and even his username was randomly generated by the system.
In the end, he could not even finish watching or listening to the video. Perhaps his mind was simply too dirty. Listening to her gentle voice made his blood boil and every cell in his body scream.
At eleven in the morning, at Liyue Manor.
Inside the Western palace-style banquet hall, guests mingled with wine glasses clinking everywhere. Ni Yang and He Siyu wore matching outfits, and she held onto his arm while accepting the blessings of the arriving guests.
Ni Yang overheard countless discussions regarding herself, Qi Huaiyu, and He Siyu.
Where there were many people, there would always be gossip.
“Qi Corporation is practically bankrupt now, right? Of all people to offend, they offended the Ni Family.”
“The craziest thing is that Ni Yang and He Siyu actually ended up together?”
“What a pity for such a beautiful girl like Miss Ni. Marrying a rigid and emotionless man like He Siyu—her future life will probably be stagnant as dead water.”
“But they look incredibly compatible together. That height and body difference is insanely attractive.”
“By the way, does anyone know why Ni Yang broke up with Qi Huaiyu?”
“I know. Apparently Qi Huaiyu looked down on her profession and thought being a sleep-aid blogger was embarrassing.”
“What an idiot. Qi Family was already climbing above their station by dating her in the first place, and now they insult her after benefiting from her? So disgusting.”
…
At noon, under the officiation of Old Master He, Ni Yang and He Siyu signed the marriage contract personally handwritten by the old man and exchanged rings.
Among the guests below the stage stood one particularly conspicuous man. Dressed in a dark gray custom-made suit with his collar slightly open, he wiped at nonexistent tears in the corners of his eyes and loudly shouted toward the two of them:
“Kiss! Kiss!”
Recognizing the familiar voice, He Siyu looked down toward the stage.
Ji Chenzhao, who had only returned to Capital City today, was grinning broadly. God knew how happy he had been when he heard He Siyu was finally getting married. He had not even finished handling his overseas work before rushing back overnight.
His brother, who had seemed destined to die single, had finally been claimed by someone.
Ni Yang subtly tugged on He Siyu’s hand, and the man turned to look at her.
“Should we kiss?”
She asked quietly.
“Do you want to?”
Lowering his gaze, He Siyu quietly watched the girl’s blinking eyes. Her curled lashes trembled like butterfly wings. Her makeup today was stunning, her rosy lips lightly pressed together as she gently shook the hand holding his.
“We should at least try.”
Meaning—she was willing.
The smile at He Siyu’s lips deepened. One hand cupped Ni Yang’s face as he lowered his head and slowly approached the fragrance he had long desired to claim.
“No! Yangyang, push him away!”
Hurried footsteps and a harsh male voice shattered the lively atmosphere of the banquet hall.
Every guest turned toward the end of the red carpet, where Qi Huaiyu had suddenly barged in.
The man had bruises at the corners of his mouth. Dressed in a black suit, his reddened eyes stared fixedly at the intimate pair on stage.
Hearing Qi Huaiyu’s voice, Ni Yang slowly opened the eyes she had closed moments earlier. The cold cedar scent around her deepened.
He Siyu’s slightly opened eyes met Ni Yang’s gaze.
The girl rose onto her toes and lifted her hand to hook around the back of his neck.
Following her movement, he lowered himself and pressed his lips against hers.