“Of course there is.”
Yin Huan smiled brightly and charmingly.
“Oh…”
“What do you mean ‘oh’? I hate him.” Yin Huan snorted lightly. “He knew about the arranged marriage all along, yet he never told me. Don’t you think he’s despicable!”
Shi Xu: “Emmm…”
“Maybe he wanted to give you a surprise.”
“What surprise? This is a shock.” After hearing that news, Yin Huan felt completely unsettled.
But it was her grandfather’s wish—her grandfather who was now critically ill, essentially his final request.
“I’m quite looking forward to seeing you two in that love-hate dynamic.”
“No! Only hate, no love!” In her heart, Yin Huan had already categorized Bo Xun as nothing more than a tool for a business marriage.
They were both just pawns.
“Then let’s not talk about him. Let’s focus on shopping and having fun! Men are just tools for entertainment anyway.” Shi Xu put her arm around her. “Cheer up, Huanhuan.”
“Hmph, I don’t care about Bo Xun at all. After shopping tonight, let’s go to the club and check out the male models!”
“Oh? I thought you weren’t interested?”
“I am now. Isn’t Bo Xun furious? Doesn’t he hate it? Well, I’m going to defy him and piss him off!” Yin Huan snorted lightly. “After we get the marriage certificate, I’ll annoy him to death, and then I’ll become the heir of the Bo family.”
“Such ambition! When that happens, you can keep me, and I’ll go keep some cute young guys and wild ones!”
“You middleman! Why wouldn’t I just keep the cute young guys and wild ones myself?” Yin Huan said proudly. “I’ll share one with you then.”
“I want two!”
“Don’t blame me if your waist gives out.” Yin Huan gave a meaningful glance at her delicate, slender waist.
“My waist is strong, and so are my kidneys. I’m not afraid!” Shi Xu was already looking forward to that scenario.
She felt a little sorry for Bo Xun.
But who cares!
He’s not her husband!
As night fell, the streets of the capital remained bustling. Many tall office buildings still had their lights on, the resentment of overworked employees shrouding the structures like a faint mist.
Bo Xun sat in his CEO office at Bo Corporation. The large floor-to-ceiling window reflected the vibrant night scene outside, scattered stars, and a dim crescent moon hanging in the sky.
On Bo Xun’s vast black desk were photos of famous male models from various high-end clubs in the capital.
Bo Xun rubbed his nose, his narrow phoenix eyes narrowing as he picked up one photo to examine, then another. “Are these guys even as handsome as me?”
His assistant, Zhou Fu, standing across from him, shook his head. “Boss, you’re the most handsome in my eyes!”
“What good does being the most handsome in your eyes do me?”
Bo Xun angrily crumpled the photos into balls and kicked them away.
Yin Huan would rather go play with male models than with him!
He was way more fun than male models.
Zhou Fu silently picked them up and threw them in the trash.
He returned to the desk. “Boss, maybe Miss Yin prefers guys younger than her.”
“Aside from being younger, they have zero advantages.” Bo Xun snorted coldly. “I believe she’s just playing around.”
“Mhm! It seems Miss Yin is at a club right now, having fun.” Zhou Fu quietly showed Bo Xun a photo on his phone screen.
It was a post on social media from Bo Xun’s friend, Si Tu.
Bo Xun stared at his assistant’s phone, then his own phone rang.
It was a call from Si Tu.
“Bo Xun! Guess who I saw under the moonlight? Your delicate wild rose, your beautiful childhood sweetheart, your fiancée about to enter the marriage hall.” Si Tu grinned mischievously. “Oh, and there are three or four men with her. Want to come catch her?”
“I’ll be right there.”
Bo Xun was grinding his teeth so hard they nearly shattered.
Yin Huan, you’re really something!
Mention male models at noon, go shopping in the afternoon, and look for male models in the evening!
In the main hall of the Moonlight Club, Shi Xu and Yin Huan sat in a booth.
When it came to male beauty, Shi Xu had always enjoyed it more than Yin Huan.
With one on her left and one on her right, each calling her “sister” with every breath, her heart bloomed with delight.
Yin Huan had never been fond of this. She was more interested in clothes, bags, jewelry, and collecting antiques and famous paintings.
Two young men who looked about nineteen or twenty sat beside her, pouring her drinks. Mimicking the posture from across the room, one peeled a grape and brought it to Yin Huan’s lips.
Yin Huan was chatting with her mother, who was sending her photos of the prepared dowry on the phone.
Yin Huan realized marriage wasn’t so bad—her wealth had just multiplied several times over.
There were gifts from the Bo family, and from her parents.
“Sister~”
The young man called to her tenderly, his eyes sparkling.
Yin Huan caught the scent of the grape. She quite liked grapes, but this one was in a stranger’s hand, its juice dripping from his fingertip and trailing down his finger.
Suddenly, Yin Huan felt a bit nauseated. “You eat it.”
She had no appetite.
“Sister, you won’t let us do anything. We feel uneasy taking the money like this,” the young man said, eating the grape himself before picking up a piece of watermelon.
“Sister, have some watermelon.”
Yin Huan was examining a phoenix crown her mother had sent her, zooming in on the details with her fingers.
Wasn’t this phoenix crown worth millions?
Did Mom buy it from a museum?
How could such a thing exist?
Could she actually wear it on her head for the wedding?
But its value as a collector’s item was extremely high.
“Sister.”
The young man brought the watermelon to Yin Huan’s lips. She lifted her eyelids impatiently, her red lips pressed tightly together.
When Bo Xun entered, he saw this scene from afar.
Yin Huan, oh Yin Huan.
You really are the Young Mistress who expects everything served to you on a silver platter. Even eating watermelon requires someone to bring it to your mouth? You’ve truly mastered the art of indulgence.
“My beautiful fiancée, what a coincidence! You’re here to have fun too?” Bo Xun’s lazy, teasing voice carried over.
Yin Huan lazily raised her eyes. Bo Xun wore a black shirt with the top three buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his chest. It was his usual casual style, but with his handsome face and tall, straight posture, his mere presence dimmed everyone else around them.
But Yin Huan was used to seeing Bo Xun and merely responded with a calm “Hmm,” continuing to act cute with her mother on the phone.
Exclaiming directly: Mom, I love you!
That’s it?
Bo Xun couldn’t believe it. She was caught red-handed with male models by her fiancé, yet she remained so composed.
How was this any different from being caught in bed with someone?
Where was the difference?
“Sister, is this man your fiancé? He looks so fierce. Would he resort to domestic violence?” The young man beside her showcased the essence of manipulative tea art.
Hearing the deliberately softened, affected voice made Bo Xun want to vomit.
How could Yin Huan stand it?
What exactly attracted her to these kinds of people?
Just because they’re eighteen or nineteen?
Young???
“You know I’m her fiancé, so why aren’t you scramming yet?” Bo Xun’s dark eyes smoldered with anger as he leisurely rolled up his shirt sleeves. “Or should I help you roll out?”
“Sis, your brother is so fierce. You shouldn’t marry him—this kind of person would definitely commit domestic violence,” the young pup continued fearlessly, even leaning closer toward Yin Huan.
Yin Huan instinctively shifted away. Bo Xun grabbed the young pup by the collar, yanked him to the ground, and kicked him.
Yin Huan: “…”
Well, damn. He really does have violent tendencies.
“Got no eyes? I already said she’s my fiancée, and you still dare to cling to her!” Bo Xun pressed his leather shoe mercilessly against the other’s calf, leaning down with a cold, menacing glare. “Take a good look at her face, then take a good look at mine. I’m Bo Xun, your damn granddaddy. Get the hell out of here!”