The two remained silent as they reached the rooftop helipad; the helicopter was already waiting.
Jiang Zhuoye didn’t see Chloe and her brother and had no idea how Bo Yun had dealt with them.
He sat beside Bo Yun in the helicopter, feeling uncomfortable all over.
The half-hour flight was unusually quiet.
After landing on the island, they switched to a car to drive to their villa.
It was then that Jiang Zhuoye felt slightly unwell.
Maybe he’d drunk too much; his throat was dry and his head a bit dizzy.
He frowned impatiently, wishing for a glass of iced lemon water.
There was actually a fridge in the car stocked with drinks, but Bo Yun was right there. He didn’t want to do anything, just sit in a corner like a statue, giving Bo Yun no excuse to comment.
It wasn’t until the car pulled up to the villa that Jiang Zhuoye finally relaxed slightly.
And at that moment, his phone dinged.
Instinctively, he checked it—only to find a message from Chloe.
“Sorry, Jiang, I didn’t mean to scare you. I thought we’d have a fun night, but I didn’t expect you to be such a delicate little cake—so pretty, yet so reserved. Your husband warned us and made us realize our misunderstanding. I’m sorry for affecting your relationship.”
“If I had known, I wouldn’t have bullied you like that with Leo. Really sorry. You’re cute, and it’s been fun being with you these past few days. Leo says the same.”
A tongue-sticking-out emoji followed.
Jiang Zhuoye was at a loss for words.
“A little cake”? Who was she talking about?
He glanced at Bo Yun, barely daring to believe what this bastard might have told Chloe and her brother.
But thinking about the message content, he didn’t know whether to be angry or laugh.
The good news: Chloe and Leo hadn’t gone as far as he feared. They were wild, yes, but had no real malice toward him.
The bad news: they were outrageous enough that if Bo Yun and the bodyguard hadn’t intervened, who knew what could’ve happened?
He pursed his lips, not intending to reply. The whole incident had been absurd; he couldn’t face the siblings calmly.
But just a few seconds later, another message arrived from Chloe:
“Sorry, darling, Leo has one more thing to tell you. The cigarette he gave you had a tiny bit of a stimulating ingredient. It works slowly and won’t affect your nerves. I promise it’s harmless to your body; you just need to release it yourself, I can also send you the ingredients.”
Really sorry—I swear I didn’t know. Leo swears it’s a very mild amount. You won’t be harmed; he just wanted to add a little fun. Maybe tonight you can still have a fiery night with your partner. Mwah~”
Jiang Zhuoye: “……”
He swore that if Leo were standing in front of him now, he would snap his arm off.
Compared to the radiant Chloe, Leo always seemed quieter.
Now he understood what it meant: the quiet ones bite hardest.
Jiang Zhuoye ground his teeth and shoved the phone back into his pocket.
The car stopped steadily, but as he stepped out, he stumbled slightly. His cheeks felt warm—he couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol or the damn cigarette’s effect.
He didn’t care about Bo Yun’s expression and hurried to his room, eager to resolve this “little problem.”
But Bo Yun wasn’t about to let him go.
Jiang Zhuoye had only taken two steps toward the bedroom when Bo Yun grabbed him.
Bo Yun was strong, holding him tightly, enough to hurt.
“Are you just going to go to your room, pretending nothing happened tonight, and sleep as if everything’s fine?”
Bo Yun’s voice was mocking, cold to the bone.
Jiang Zhuoye was about to lose it. He looked up: “What do you want me to say? I’ve explained everything already—it was an accident. You just don’t want to hear it.”
He glared at Bo Yun, irritated.
But maybe due to the unlucky ingredient, he couldn’t help noticing Bo Yun’s lips.
Bo Yun was stunning—coldly beautiful, with the worst temperament.
Yet in certain moments, those traits only made him more captivating.
Jiang Zhuoye had never been so aware of why Bo Yun had been the high school heartthrob everyone admired.
“Accident?” Bo Yun scoffed at the word. “How many accidents are you planning in the near future? I don’t want to hear your explanation—it’s useless. I just want you to learn your lesson: don’t get too close to anyone without researching who they are. Don’t go out casually, lie next to someone else. If I hadn’t come, what would you have done?”
Bo Yun smiled cruelly.
“I know you don’t care. Maybe I interrupted your fun. But since you exchanged rings in front of family and signed the prenuptial agreement, I expect at least some contractual discipline and respect.
“The agreement says neither of us can betray this marriage. So manage your affairs—whatever you did before doesn’t matter. But after marriage, I expect you to restrain yourself, so I don’t have to clean up your mess repeatedly.”
Bo Yun spoke as if his throat were dry and his eyes as cold as a frozen lake.
Jiang Zhuoye’s teeth chattered.
Was he in Bo Yun’s eyes just like that pair of siblings?
But today, he was guilty, unable to argue.
“I didn’t know it would be like this! How many times do I have to tell you? I didn’t want anything to happen. We came on a honeymoon; this island is one of the safest hotels in the world. Everyone here is thoroughly vetted, so I wasn’t on high alert. Besides, Chloe and Leo sent me an apology—they’re not truly bad, just misunderstood me. Tonight was purely accidental. Even if you hadn’t come, I had a bodyguard. I would have left safely. Nothing would have happened…”
Jiang Zhuoye’s words grew weaker.
The heat in his body was burning his nerves. Exhausted, he ran his hand through his hair, wondering why he was explaining all this to Bo Yun.
What Bo Yun really cared about wasn’t whether he had actually cheated.
It was about scandals with the wrong people, potentially affecting the Bo and Jiang family alliance.
Jiang Zhuoye looked up; Bo Yun still stared coldly, eyes full of distrust.
“Fine, if you don’t believe me, I don’t want to argue,” he said hoarsely. “Tonight, I was wrong, I broke the prenup. No harm done, but I’ll pay the twenty million penalty into your account. Don’t interrogate me like a truly betrayed husband. You just said it—you don’t have that right.”
He looked back coldly at Bo Yun: “I’ll be careful from now on. I won’t give you a chance to clean up my mess. But now, I really need to rest.”
Bo Yun almost laughed in disbelief.
He squinted at Jiang Zhuoye, unable to believe this was his answer.
Jiang Zhuoye lifted his foot to walk to the bedroom, barely holding himself together.
The cigarette added ingredient had fully taken effect—he felt miserable.
This time, Bo Yun didn’t stop him, just watched intently.
But passing the sofa, Jiang Zhuoye tripped over its corner and fell onto the carpet.
The slightly rough carpet grazed his palms and ankles, and he let out a low groan.
Bo Yun remained behind him, eyes deep like an endless, stormy sea. Dark. Ominous.
For a moment, he considered locking Jiang Zhuoye up to teach him a lesson.
But seeing him struggle to stand, Bo Yun frowned—something was wrong.
Jiang Zhuoye’s face was flushed, deep crimson. His eyes watery, as if on the verge of tears.
Bo Yun paused, thought for a few seconds, then approached, half-squatting, one knee on the carpet: “What’s wr—”
But he noticed something off with Jiang Zhuoye’s body.
His gaze dropped to the bulge beneath Jiang Zhuoye—cutting off the words in his throat.
He raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised.
That look was the final straw for Jiang Zhuoye.
His entire night had been overwhelming. A lucky virgin, unexpectedly targeted, chased, captured, rescued by his legal husband, and scolded to this point.
Now, in front of the person he hated most, this humiliating scene unfolded.
He completely lost it.
“What are you staring at? Never seen someone hard before?!” he whispered harshly at Bo Yun. “Can you leave already? Haven’t you lectured me enough tonight? Didn’t you see I was drugged? Or are you planning to fix this for me yourself? If not, just leave now!”