While Yin Huan was dining and chatting, Bo’s father leaned close to his wife’s ear, “Our son drank too much and didn’t even get up for dinner. Can he still manage his wedding night tonight?”
Bo’s mother pinched his thigh, “Why do you care so much? They’re a young couple—when can’t they have their wedding night? I swear men only ever think about that sort of thing!”
Rubbing his thigh, Bo’s father protested, “Darling, that’s not fair. I’m just worried our son might not perform well on his wedding night and make the girl feel neglected. What if she leaves him later?”
“With your son’s thick skin? He’s like sticky rice candy—once he latches on, can she easily escape?” Bo’s mother shot him a sidelong glance, “Stop being so improper. Don’t set a bad example for your son!”
Bad example?
He loved his wife dearly.
He doted on her through actions!
Having grown up watching this, their son should have learned at least ninety-nine percent of it, if not all.
Normally, after the wedding banquet, everyone should have returned home.
But Bo Xun still hadn’t woken up.
Yin Huan returned to the hotel room and turned on the light.
The blanket she had draped over Bo Xun before leaving was now pushed aside. He lay on his side, wearing nothing but black boxer briefs, his long limbs sprawled out.
Bo Xun had fallen asleep right after drinking, without showering, and reeked of alcohol.
Yin Huan wrinkled her nose in disgust.
“Bo Xun, just keep sleeping! Hope you sleep yourself to death! Wedding night, nuptial chamber—you can experience it in your dreams!”
Yin Huan took a pen and drew a pig’s nose, dark circles, and a thick beard on Bo Xun’s face.
Then she took a photo as a memento.
Bo Xun sleeping like a pig on his wedding night—she could tease him about this for the rest of her life!
Not posting it on social media was already her, Young Mistress Yin, being kind-hearted.
Yin Huan waved her sleeves and left gracefully.
Darkness and silence returned to the room. The person on the large bed stirred, turned over, and fell back into deep sleep.
The stars shifted, and dawn quietly approached.
Bo Xun remained lost in his dream, where he and Yin Huan seemed to be in ancient times. She was wearing a red ornate headdress and robes for their evening wedding ceremony.
In the dream, they bowed to heaven and earth, then to their parents, and finally to each other as husband and wife—and then it ended.
Why wasn’t there the “escort to the bridal chamber” part?
Why wasn’t there even that in the dream?
He wanted to enter the bridal chamber!!
“I want to enter the bridal chamber—”
Bo Xun roared in his dream.
And woke himself up.
Bo Xun groped around the bed but couldn’t find the soft, delicate Yin Huan from his dream. Still dizzy and drunk, he tossed the blanket aside with both hands and threw himself onto the bed, “Huanhuan~”
No Huanhuan!
Bo Xun became more alert.
He turned on the light, his face adorned with a pig drawing, and scanned the bed, “Where’s my wife!”
Bo Xun picked up his phone, saw the time and date, and was completely stunned.
July 9th!
Five in the morning!
“Ahhhhh!”
He had actually slept that long!
Bo Xun picked up his clothes from the floor and caught a strong whiff of alcohol.
He tossed them away in disgust.
His body also reeked of alcohol.
Bo Xun rushed into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
As water pattered down, he slowly stepped back, glancing sideways at the mirror.
His handsome face was decorated with a black-ink pig nose and pig eyes. The only person daring enough to mess with him like this was Yin Huan.
She had the mood to turn his face into a pig’s head but didn’t bother to wake him up.
His wedding night…
He didn’t get it in reality, nor in his dream.
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Bo Xun took a quick shower, thoroughly washing his face clean. He put on the clothes prepared by the hotel, grabbed his phone, and left the hotel.
Sitting in the car, Bo Xun gripped his phone so tightly with his right hand that it seemed he might crush it!
How utterly humiliating.
The embarrassment was overwhelming.
He, Bo Xun, had spent his wedding night alone, slept through the entire thing like a log, and even had a pig’s head drawn on his face by Yin Huan!!!
The streets at around 5 a.m. were nearly empty, and Bo Xun sped all the way back to his and Yin Huan’s new home—Paradise.
To him, being with his wife was his paradise.
By the time Bo Xun reached the new home, it was almost 6 a.m. The villa was completely quiet; even the servants hadn’t gotten up to start their work.
Bo Xun headed straight for the second-floor bedroom. Along the way, he passed red “double happiness” decorations, which seemed to mock him.
He had slept through his wedding night, leaving his wife alone in an empty room.
Bo Xun pushed open the bedroom door in a frantic rush.
Inside, the red wedding bed remained exactly as he had left it that morning, with the “early birth of a noble son” decorations untouched.
“Hah.”
Yin Huan wasn’t even here.
Bo Xun couldn’t take it anymore. He stormed out while dialing her number.
The phone rang again and again, but Yin Huan didn’t answer.
Bo Xun considered calling his in-laws, but what would they think of him if they found out he hadn’t been with Yin Huan on their wedding night?
Gritting his teeth, Bo Xun resolved to find her!
He would definitely track down Yin Huan!
Before he knew it, the sky had brightened completely.
Yin Huan, having slept soundly, was slowly sitting up when a loud noise erupted from the doorway.
She leisurely met the furious gaze of Bo Xun.
Compared to Yin Huan’s relaxed and unhurried demeanor, Bo Xun’s handsome face was twisted in a scowl, his jaw clenched, his entire body radiating an aura of extreme anger.
“Well, if it isn’t Young Master Bo, finally awake?”
“‘Well?’ Is that all you have to say?” Bo Xun charged over. “Your own husband fell asleep on your wedding night—couldn’t you have woken me up? You could’ve thrown cold water on me! I’m tough, I can take it! Why didn’t you wake me?”
Bo Xun leaned in, pinning her against the cream-colored headboard. His handsome face drew close, his tall nose almost brushing against the tip of hers as his breathing grew heavy. “Yin Huan, you’re usually so rough with me. Why last night did you just let me sleep? How could you stand seeing me like that?”
Wasn’t he supposed to be her rival?
Didn’t she hate him?
How could she let such an important occasion like their wedding night pass by without doing anything—kicking him, dousing him with cold or ice water, forcing him awake?
Instead, she let him foolishly sleep like a log for over ten hours!
He felt like a complete idiot, having missed his own wedding night!
“How could I not stand it? I told you, I wouldn’t bother you. You can sleep as long as you want.” Yin Huan gave a gentle, faint smile and pushed his angry face away.
Bo Xun caught the subtle fragrance on her hand and gripped it tightly. “Why wouldn’t you bother me? You should bother me! I’m your husband, and you’re my wife!”
“Oh.”
Yin Huan’s response was indifferent. “You washed your face clean, I see.”
“How dare you bring that up!”
Bo Xun grew even angrier.
He was mad at Yin Huan, but even more at himself.
He had drunk way too much yesterday, completely numbed.
He hadn’t even noticed Yin Huan drawing on his face.
Sigh.
Back in their teenage years, Bo Xun had already known that Yin Huan would one day boss him around and treat him like a servant.
He didn’t really mind—spoiling his wife was a man’s duty.
But his wedding night!
Bo Xun eagerly kissed Yin Huan’s cheek and began hastily removing his clothes, grinning as he said, “Darling, don’t get up yet—your husband is going to make up for our wedding night right now!”