As the top socialite in the capital, Yin Huan had been brought by her grandparents and parents to social events since childhood, meeting countless people.
But the question of whom to marry had never crossed her mind in her twenty-two years.
Even her youthful first love was merely a flicker of affection—a desire to experience romance in her teens, with no thought of marriage.
“Anyone will do, just not Bo Xun!”
“If anyone is acceptable, why not Bo Xun?” Mother Yin patted her daughter’s bottom through the air-conditioned quilt. “Darling, you’re biased against Bo Xun.”
“Yes, I am! I can’t stand the sight of him!”
To dislike even such a handsome face—her daughter was truly picky.
This made Mother Yin worry even more that Yin Huan would keep searching for perfection and end up alone.
Better to be firm and marry her off sooner!
Yin Huan was dragged out of bed by her mother for skincare treatments, then to the hospital to visit her grandfather.
As soon as she entered, she spotted Bo Xun diligently attending to her grandfather at the bedside.
Hmph.
Yin Huan strode in with an air of haughtiness, a mocking glint in her eyes. “Instead of attending meetings or seeing clients on a weekday, you’re idling in a hospital room. Is the Bo Group on the verge of collapse? Is that why you’re so eager to marry me?”
“Indeed, it’s collapsing. So, future CEO’s wife, care to invest some money?” Bo Xun remained unruffled, playing along with her jest. “I’m utterly broke, counting on our wedding to collect red envelope money.”
How much could red envelopes even amount to?
Bo Xun was clearly teasing her.
That smirk on his face was utterly infuriating!
Ignoring him, Yin Huan approached the hospital bed. Her grandfather had grown so thin since his hospitalization, his face pale. Once a vibrant old man, he now looked frail and worn, yet still fretting over her future.
Tears welled in Yin Huan’s eyes as she choked out, “Grandpa…”
“My precious granddaughter, why are you crying?” The old man couldn’t bear to see Yin Huan cry—he had doted on her most since she was little.
He would have given her every treasure under heaven: letting her play with pearls as marbles, gifting her European royal princess crowns for birthdays in her childhood, presenting her with a rare red diamond from Africa, commissioning a one-of-a-kind gown for her debutante ball, and for her eighteenth birthday, bestowing a billion-yuan mansion and two luxury cars.
“Grandpa, when will you get better?”
Yin Huan, who never stepped out without flawless makeup and hair, now wept without regard for her appearance.
If it would make her grandfather better, what did marrying Bo Xun matter?
She was willing.
“Grandpa doesn’t know. Even if I don’t get better, I’ll watch over my precious granddaughter from heaven—see you start a family, have little ones, grow old with a loving husband. If Bo Xun dares mistreat you, I’ll haunt his dreams every night!”
Yin Huan sniffled and shot a glare at Bo Xun. “Grandpa, don’t talk about going to heaven. Bo Xun wouldn’t dare bully me. If he does, I’ll deal with him myself.” She had never held back with Bo Xun.
When displeased, she fought—actions over words.
Bo Xun, as a grown man, never truly took it to heart.
He said lightly, “You’re the only one who bullies me. How would I dare mistreat you, Young Mistress? The kick you gave my leg last night still has a bruise.”
“Serves you right! Who told you to force a kiss on me!” Yin Huan wiped her tears away.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I was despicable, I had a brain fart, I offended the Young Mistress.” Bo Xun deliberately tried to make her laugh.
The spoiled Young Mistress usually used her beauty to get away with anything, but even when she cried, she did so delicately, looking pitifully beautiful, evoking sympathy in anyone who saw her.
The more beautiful she looked, the more it stirred a destructive desire in him—to pull her down from her pedestal, to see her lost in desire, to witness her in a state of bewilderment.
“You were always bad. If you want me to marry you, I have conditions.”
“State your conditions.” Bo Xun leaned back casually.
“Come out and talk to me alone.”
This was a hospital room, and her grandfather needed rest. Yin Huan didn’t want to argue with Bo Xun here.
“Grandpa, rest well. I’ll come see you tomorrow.” Bo Xun stood up.
“Don’t bother visiting me. Focus on the wedding.” The old man’s face was pale. “I’m entrusting Huanhuan to you.”
“Don’t worry, Grandpa. I’ll treat her well.”
Yin Huan, standing by the door, let out a disdainful snort. What a liar.
A man’s words are deceitful, a ghost’s trickery.
In the lounge next to the hospital room, Yin Huan sat down on the beige sofa as soon as she entered.
Bo Xun strolled over leisurely, leaned down, and placed his hands on the armrests on either side of her. “Let’s talk, Young Mistress.”
“Step back.”
“Where to?”
His breath was too close, and Yin Huan disliked the feeling of being trapped.
Her willow-like brows furrowed. “How can we talk like this?”
“Why can’t we talk like this? Facing each other directly is more sincere.” Bo Xun’s dark eyes met hers, almost pressing against her cheeks. “I’m cooperating with you.”
“Mm!”
Bo Xun’s body stiffened. He slowly lowered his head, gritting his teeth as he stared at the foot that had just caused trouble.
Ah!
She kicked there!
“Yin Huan, do you still want a happy sex life in the future? Is that a place to kick?” Bo Xun endured the pain, his hands tightening, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.
Yin Huan lifted her chin arrogantly. “You brought it on yourself for being so frivolous! If you’re broken, what does it have to do with my sex life? I can use toys!”
Toys?
She actually said it!
“Are toys better than me?”
“I already said, I don’t know how good you are. Maybe you were never any use to begin with, and then you’d blame me for kicking you broken.” Yin Huan pushed him away. “I won’t take the blame.”
“Damn it!”
Bo Xun cursed angrily. “Just wait. On our wedding night, you’ll be the one crying!”
Yin Huan didn’t want to marry him anymore.
But when she thought of her grandfather’s worried gaze on his sickbed, his dying thoughts entirely focused on her, she forced herself to endure it.
Yin Huan took out her phone, turned on the recording function, and placed it on the coffee table. “First, you’re not allowed to smoke in front of me from now on. I can’t stand the smell. It’s disgusting.”
Bo Xun sat opposite her, crossing his long legs. “Fine, I’ll quit. After all, we’re getting married and will be preparing for pregnancy and having children. If I keep smoking, what kind of man would I be?”
“Second, this is a business marriage. There’s no feelings between us. You’re not allowed to touch me in the future.”
“Yin Huan, are you dreaming? I’m marrying a wife, and I’m not allowed to touch you? Do you think I’m some kind of saint?” Bo Xun laughed. “I can’t agree to that.”
“Then… once a week?” Yin Huan tried to negotiate.
“Do you think I’m useless? You want to suffocate me!”
Uh…
Yin Huan had little interest in such matters. “Twice.”
Bo Xun snorted disdainfully. “Twice? Who do you think you’re looking down on?”
“We have no feelings for each other, that kind of thing shouldn’t have happened even once, yet you’re still not satisfied…” Yin Huan glared at him, “I’m telling you, marital rape is also illegal.”
Bo Xun leaned back leisurely, his slender fingers tapping on the armrest of the sofa, “I could never do such a thing. But you—there’s a much higher chance you’ll drool over my physique when you see it and actively pounce on me in the future.”