“Bo Xun!”
In the dimly lit private room, Yin Huan strode directly toward Bo Xun, who was blowing smoke rings at the center, dressed in a fitted red halter dress.
Her beautiful face flushed with anger, she hadn’t even reached him before hurling her limited-edition handbag fiercely at him.
“Bastard!”
Bo Xun caught her bag and set it aside, stubbing out his cigarette. “Young Mistress, if I’m going to be hit and scolded, I at least deserve an explanation. What have I done to upset you this time?”
Yin Huan grabbed his hair and yanked, her chest heaving with rage. “Did you say something you shouldn’t have? Otherwise, why would our families suddenly arrange our marriage?”
“Miss Yin is as wild as ever, going straight for the hair,” one friend teased.
“Poor Bo Xun, losing more strands again.”
“Not poor at all—look how he’s grinning! Clearly, he enjoys being on the receiving end!”
“Feisty little wildcat, juicy peach of a woman, sexy minx—that’s exactly Bo’s type!”
Their friends laughed and bantered nearby.
Bo Xun wrapped an arm around Yin Huan’s slender waist, pulling her close with a roguish grin. “Calm down, there are people watching.”
“I’ll beat you up regardless of the audience.” Yin Huan shook her delicate fingers, letting a few dark strands fall, then disdainfully stepped on them.
Bo Xun’s eyes darkened, a shadowy gleam flickering within.
His arm tightened as he leaned close, his lips near her ear. Fresh from smoking, his breath carried a faint tobacco scent. “So ungentle. Only I can handle your spoiled temper, my dear fiancée!”
Ahhh—
Yin Huan exploded.
She turned her head, pushing away his liquor-tinged face with disgust, her willow-leaf brows furrowing. “I won’t marry you, so give it up! Go call off the engagement tomorrow.”
“I don’t mind marrying into your family, either, darling~” Bo Xun smirked, shamelessly pressing close to her soft, petite ear again, his voice a low, coaxing murmur. “We’re made for seeking pleasure together, a perfect match. You’ll never escape my grasp.”
Help!!!
He’s going to be the death of her!
“You don’t even like me. Why would you marry me just to keep me around?” Yin Huan slapped his hand away. “Get your stinky hands off me.”
“Stinky?”
Bo Xun covered her lush red lips and nose with his pale, slender hand. “Take a whiff~”
Yin Huan struggled to breathe, the scent of tobacco and alcohol from his fingers filling her nostrils. She lifted her high heel and kicked his shin hard.
“Disgusting!”
Bo Xun released her with a laugh. “Keeping you around is fine by me. Who asked for the misfortune of growing up with you, childhood sweethearts from intertwined families? I’m making a huge sacrifice here…”
“Once you’ve borne me seven or eight children to dote on in our old age, we’re bound to develop feelings from all that time in bed together.”
Yin Huan glared at him in revulsion. “Get lost! Dream on—seven or eight kids? Why don’t you birth them yourself!”
“I lack the necessary equipment~” Bo Xun leaned in, smirking, his tone flippant. “But I can certainly help you have them.”
Who wants his rotten, wicked genes!
This scoundrel has never been able to stand seeing her happy.
Her reputation as a spoiled young mistress was entirely thanks to him.
“Whoa there…”
“Is this appropriate for our ears?”
“Getting into R-rated territory! Should we give you two some privacy?”
Their mischievous friends started heckling again.
Yin Huan shot them a fierce glare.
The friends fell silent, watching them with amused anticipation.
Bo Xun grabbed her bag and scooped her up with one arm. “Boys, save the date for our wedding in a few days.”
“Bo Xun! Put me down!”
“Let go of me!”
As Yin Huan struggled, he clasped both hands around her waist, strode out, and immediately turned into the private room opposite.
Bo Xun set her down and casually closed the door.
“You’re quite impatient. The wedding banquet is in just a few days—could it be that Young Master Bo is desperate to marry?” Yin Huan sensed danger and instinctively stepped backward.
Bo Xun leisurely switched on the light. “That wasn’t my idea. Grandpa Yin is unwell, and they say our marriage will bring him some joy to improve his health.”
Improve his health??
What era is this, with such superstitious practices?
Yin Huan preferred to believe her parents were impressed by Bo Xun’s business acumen, wanting him to help manage the company in the future, rather than for such an absurd reason.
“Does improving his health have to mean marrying you? What do you have besides a handsome face?”
Bo Xun raised an eyebrow. “I’ve got a great physique too.”
Yin Huan scoffed coldly, rolling her eyes disdainfully. “Hidden under your pants—how would I know if it’s any good!”
Bo Xun stepped forward, grabbing her slender wrist and pressing her fair hand against his belt buckle. “Simple enough—let you inspect the goods first. I guarantee you’ll be eager to marry me!”
Her fingers touched the cold metal of his belt buckle, and she kicked out at him. “Bo Xun, you’re shameless! Perverted!”
Who wanted to see that thing of his!
He’s insane!
Contempt flashed in Yin Huan’s eyes as she twisted her wrist, unable to break free. “Let go!”
“Huanhuan, if you don’t check it out now, once we’re married and you’re not satisfied, there’ll be no turning back.” Bo Xun lowered his head, catching the scent of her perfume.
Rose.
Just like Yin Huan herself—a proud, wild rose with thorns, vibrant, luxurious, and beautiful.
A dazzling, captivating enchantress!
The corner of Bo Xun’s mouth lifted. “Really not going to take a look?”
“No interest! What’s so appealing about a smelly man, especially yours!” Yin Huan pulled her hand back, utterly disgusted.
Ahhhh—
Her hand was dirty!
It felt tainted!
“If you won’t call off the engagement, I will!” Yin Huan took out a wet wipe to clean her hand.
“Besides me, who in the capital is worthy of you, Young Mistress Yin? Besides me, who would Uncle and Aunt Yin agree to marry you off to? Besides me, who would be willing to take you home and cherish you?” Bo Xun watched her calmly, a smirk playing on his lips. “Yin Huan, you’re done for. You’ve fallen into my hands.”
“I have no idea what kind of spell you’ve cast on my parents. You’re utterly wicked.” Yin Huan was so angry she felt like crying.
That damned Bo Xun not only ruined her romantic prospects—she’d once asked him to deliver a love letter for her.
The scoundrel had agreed readily on the surface, only to toss her love letter into the trash the moment he turned away.
From that day on, their feud had begun!
“I’ve been by your side since you were born. You used to follow me around like a little shadow, saying you’d grow up to be Brother Xun’s wife. Now that you’re all grown, you’re backing out? Who’s the wicked one here?” Bo Xun moved closer. “The one who breaks their word is the real little rascal!”
“I never said anything like that!” Yin Huan retreated.
The infuriating part was that she actually remembered!
As a child, dressed in a fluffy dress, she’d held Bo Xun’s hand and wished on her birthday to grow up and become his wife, to have his children.
Childish words spoken without thought, youthful ignorance—she never imagined Bo Xun would turn into such a vile rogue when he grew up!
Yin Huan backed into the sofa and sank down onto it.
The private room was illuminated only by a dim, yellowish lamp, casting a shadowy glow. Bo Xun stood with his back to the light, his handsome face obscured in darkness, his eyes glimmering with a deep, profound intensity as he looked down at her from above.
He leaned in, placing his hands on either side of her, trapping her between the sofa and his body.
“Huahuan, I truly envy you. You’ve fulfilled your childhood dream and become Mrs. Bo, just as you wished.” Bo Xun stared at her plump, glistening red lips, lowering his head closer. “Come, give your fiancé a kiss. Let’s build some chemistry…”