The next morning.
Wen Lanyue was jolted awake by her phone alarm, her head throbbing as if it were about to split open.
Waking up from a hangover was miserable.
It took her a long while to recover before she sat up, holding her forehead.
She glanced at the time—it was time to leave for the airport—so she dragged herself out of bed to wash up.
An hour later.
She arrived at the airport, checked in, and dropped off her luggage.
Then she sat down in the waiting lounge and finally had a moment to look at her phone, intending to delete the Moments post she’d made the night before.
But the moment she opened Moments, she was stunned.
For an instant, Wen Lanyue felt dazed, rubbing her eyes in disbelief.
Had she posted the wrong photo last night?
Why was it a photo of her and Qi Yanli together?
She stared blankly for a long time, unable to figure out what had happened the night before.
Because she couldn’t remember anything.
Not even the phone call Qi Yanli had made to her—she’d forgotten it completely.
Wen Lanyue tried to delete the post, only to find she couldn’t!!
What was going on?
Had her phone gotten a virus?
Suddenly, the screen showed an unknown number calling.
Wen Lanyue answered: “Hello, who is this?”
“It’s me.”
Her face changed instantly, and she didn’t give the man on the phone a chance to say a second word.
She hung up directly.
……
Meanwhile——
Nan’an Villa District.
Qi Yanli stared at the disconnected call and laughed in sheer anger.
A layer of menace settled over his handsome features.
Fine.
Well done.
His slender fingers dialed the number of his bodyguard, Lin Sen.
“Young Master.”
“Go to the airport and grab her. Bring Wen Lanyue to me.”
“Yes, sir!”
……
Two hours later.
The plane touched down slowly.
Wen Lanyue found her suitcase and left the airport.
The moment she reached the exit, the bodyguard Lin Sen appeared out of nowhere and forcibly shoved her into a car.
“Lin Sen, what gives you the right to treat me like this!”
“Miss Wen, I’m sorry. I’m just following orders.”
After that, Lin Sen didn’t say another word the entire way.
When the car entered the Nan’an Villa District, Wen Lanyue’s heart tightened.
She was back.
She hadn’t been back in half a month—she’d almost gotten used to it.
After getting out of the car, Lin Sen took her straight to the bedroom door upstairs and pushed it open.
“Miss Wen, the Young Master is inside.”
Lin Sen stood beside her with an expression that said, ‘Try running, I dare you.’
Hah…
Truly worthy of being Qi Yanli’s bodyguard—a dog relying on its master’s power.
Wen Lanyue walked into the bedroom, and a cold click of the door closing came from behind her.
She scanned the room but saw no sign of the man.
Suddenly, low footsteps sounded from the walk-in closet.
Qi Yanli walked out slowly, wearing a black shirt, his slender fingers fastening its buttons from bottom to top.
She instinctively took a step back, her back pressing against the door.
The curtains in the bedroom were drawn tight, with only a single lamp on—soft and dim.
Suddenly, the man’s deep, husky voice sounded: “Tell me. That Moments post last night—who’s the man in the photo?”
!!!
Wen Lanyue’s scalp went numb.
Then it dawned on her!
“So it was you who deleted my Moments post last night? And replaced it with a photo of you and me?”
Qi Yanli said nothing, putting on his wristwatch.
That was as good as an admission.
How had she forgotten Qi Yanli’s expertise? He’d studied computer science all the way through his bachelor’s, master’s, and doctorate.
Hacking into her account was nothing to him.
No wonder she couldn’t delete that post no matter what she tried.
He must have tampered with it.
“Qi Yanli, you’re despicable! We already broke up—is this fun for you?”
The man’s cold silhouette paused for a moment, then he turned and walked toward her.
Qi Yanli’s tall frame loomed over her, making her look all the more delicate.
“You’re serious about this?”
Wen Lanyue almost laughed in fury. “I told you we were breaking up half a month ago. Did you think I was throwing a tantrum? I said we’re done! I don’t want you anymore! I dumped you—ah!”
Before she could finish, Qi Yanli gripped her chin and said in a low voice, “You think you can just break up with me?”
“So I don’t even have the right to break up with you?! Qi Yanli! How long are you going to bully me—mmph!”
Suddenly, he forced a kiss on her lips, invading her aggressively, a fierce and lingering French kiss.
“Mmph! No… get off!”
Wen Lanyue struggled desperately.
But how could she possibly overpower a man who was 190 centimeters tall?
Qi Yanli kissed her forcefully while one hand pulled her phone out of her bag.
He skillfully entered the passcode, unlocked it, and removed his number from the blacklist.
Then, he saw the contact name she’d saved for him in her phone: Gift.
The corner of Qi Yanli’s mouth curled up, and he kissed her even more deeply.
He pushed her down onto the soft, plush bed.
Wen Lanyue’s eyes went wide, and she bit down hard.
Then she heard the man let out a muffled grunt.
Qi Yanli’s face darkened as he looked down at the woman beneath him. “Are you a dog or something?”
Wen Lanyue was furious, struggling with all her might. “Get off! Don’t touch me! Qi Yanli, you disgust me! Get lost, get lost, get lost—”
The man simply pinned her hands above her head, leaving her unable to move.
A trace of blood still lingered on his sensual lips as he spoke lazily. “How romantic. So I’m your gift?”
Wen Lanyue’s cheeks instantly burned.
A wave of shame washed over her.
That contact name was from ages ago.
“No! You’re nothing!” She turned her head away, refusing to look at this scumbag.
“I think you should change it to ‘first love.'”
“…”
Qi Yanli saw that she was ignoring him and chuckled low. “Aren’t I your first love? You just stopped loving me, just like that?”
“Qi Yanli! We’ve already broken up!”
But the man paid no attention to her words, speaking in a low voice as if to himself. “Let’s talk about that post from last night. Don’t waste time—I have things to do this afternoon.”
Hah…
Busy, always busy. There was always something.
Wen Lanyue couldn’t help but curse. “Off to keep that woman company? Then hurry up and go. Don’t be late—you might miss your chance to see her one last time.”
Seeing her so angry,
Qi Yanli actually laughed out loud, his large hand wandering over her body, slipping under her skirt.
“Qi Yanli!!”
“Are you going to tell me or not? If you won’t, I’ll find out myself. And once I do, that man might end up in a very bad way. Are you sure you want to ruin some innocent bystander?”
Wen Lanyue grew a little worried.
Qi Yanli was notorious for being reckless—there was nothing he wouldn’t do.
The man stared intently into her beautiful, dark-and-clear eyes. “Still not talking? Fine. I’ll have someone run him over.”
“You’re insane! He’s my classmate! He lost a game of Truth or Dare, that’s why he posted it!”
“You could’ve just said so.”
“…”
Wen Lanyue felt like she was about to explode with rage.
The resentment in her eyes did not escape Qi Yanli’s notice.
“It’s just a wedding dress. Is it worth getting this angry? I’ll find you an even better designer.”
“…”
Hah…
Wen Lanyue didn’t want to say anything anymore.
This high-and-mighty young master would never know what he did wrong.
And he’d never change.
He had no idea what that wedding dress meant to her.