Su Yan: “……”
He felt as if he had been punched hard in the chest.
“Wen Xiayue!” He rushed forward a step. “What are you pretending for? You chased me for three years, wrote me over 300 love letters, brought me breakfast every day, waited for me after work outside my company, and gave me gifts worth hundreds of thousands on my birthday. And now you’re asking who I am?”
Wen Xiayue rolled her eyes in her mind.
This stupid plot—being said out loud like this—was seriously embarrassing.
“Honey,” she tugged at the sleeve of Qi Lanzhou, her voice soft and sweet. “This person is so weird. He says I chased him? Why would I chase him? He’s not as handsome as you, not as well-built as you, and his suit looks like it was stolen…”
Qi Lanzhou looked at the woman in his arms.
Her acting was extremely obvious.
So… was she deliberately using him to provoke Su Yan?
And yet, why did what she said feel so pleasant to hear?
She said he was more handsome than Su Yan?
He picked her up from the hospital bed in a bridal carry and looked at Su Yan.
“My wife would never chase you. If you continue spreading rumors…” Qi Lanzhou curved his lips slightly. “I don’t mind making you disappear from Beijing.”
With that, he carried Wen Xiayue away from the ward in long, decisive strides.
Behind them, Su Yan stood frozen in place, his face pale and lips trembling, unable to say a single word.
He knew Qi Lanzhou meant what he said.
Qi Lanzhou of the Qi family was a calm kind of madman.
At fifteen, he had already entered the family business and carved out a place among the power-hungry elders of the Qi family. At only twenty-six, he had unified the fragmented Qi Corporation. His methods were famously ruthless and decisive in Beijing.
Although Su Yan was backed by the top-tier Su family, he held no real authority within it. If Qi Lanzhou moved against him, the Su family would abandon him without hesitation.
Su Yan clenched his fists.
That woman—who had chased him for three years, been rejected countless times, and still refused to give up—was now leaning in another man’s arms, saying he wasn’t even good-looking?
In the corridor, Qi Lanzhou walked steadily forward while holding Wen Xiayue.
Wen Xiayue nestled in his arms, breathing in the faint scent of cedar on him, suddenly remembering something.
“Qi Lanzhou.”
“Mm?”
“Is that twenty billion you mentioned… for me?”
Qi Lanzhou paused slightly and looked down at her.
The woman in his arms tilted her face up, her eyes bright and sparkling, with a look that said: If you dare say no, I’ll jump out of your arms right now.
He gave a self-mocking smile, assuming this was probably just another attempt to please him—ultimately for his money.
But even if she wanted his money, it was better than wanting nothing at all.
For her, and for the child in her womb, what was this amount of money anyway?
“Yes, it’s for you.”
“Then…” Wen Xiayue’s eyes lit up even more. “When will it arrive?”
Qi Lanzhou looked at her money-loving expression and suddenly felt something inside him soften.
He remembered what she had just said: “Let’s go home and live well.”
It was the life he had longed for but never dared to reach. Wen Xiayue was unpredictable; she had deceived him before, and it didn’t take long for her true nature to show.
This time… how long would she pretend?
“We’ll transfer it when we get back,” he said.
Wen Xiayue smiled in satisfaction and buried her face in his chest.
Twenty billion acquired.
Husband: top-tier looks.
Baby: staying.
As for that “50/50 split” man…
Let him lock together with that little white-flower heroine and stay there forever.
From today onward, Wen Xiayue was going to live the life of a wealthy madam properly.
……
The life of the rich was outrageously extravagant.
A twenty-story mansion.
It could be called a villa, yet also looked like a castle. But it wasn’t quite as complex as a real castle.
Fountains, sculptures, an artificial lake—and even two llamas grazing on the lawn.
“This is…” Wen Xiayue swallowed. “Your home?”
“Yes.” Qi Lanzhou lowered his head to look at her. “Our home. The property deed is under your name.”
As they walked further, Wen Xiayue saw something in the distance on a rocky hill.
Two Siberian tigers.
She rubbed her eyes, thinking she was mistaken.
Nope.
Two Siberian tigers.
Real ones. Not stuffed animals.
Clear stripes, massive bodies. One was lazily sunbathing on a rock; the other paced slowly with its tail swaying.
Wen Xiayue fell silent for three seconds.
Then she turned to Qi Lanzhou.
“Darling.”
“Yes?”
“Tell me,” her voice was very calm. “What is that?”
Qi Lanzhou followed her gaze.
“Tiger.”
“I know it’s a tiger,” she said slowly. “I’m asking why your house has tigers.”
“They’re kept here,” Qi Lanzhou replied.
Wen Xiayue: “???”
“I bought them two years ago,” he added. “A pair—male and female.”
Wen Xiayue felt like she needed to re-evaluate this man.
“Why did you buy tigers?”
Qi Lanzhou frowned slightly. “Don’t you remember?”
Wen Xiayue: “…What should I remember?”
“Mm.” He looked at her, slightly probing. “You don’t like them? If you don’t, I can have them sent to the zoo.”
Wen Xiayue opened her mouth, then closed it.
She looked at the tigers, then at Qi Lanzhou, then back at the tigers again.
“They…” she said carefully, “won’t escape, right?”
“No,” he said. “There’s an electric fence. It’s safe.”
A sudden memory flashed through Wen Xiayue’s mind.
Right. This was something the original owner had strongly insisted he buy.
Those tigers weren’t for decoration.
They were meant to eat this man.
Wen Xiayue: “……”
Damn the plot.
Damn this brain.
Is something wrong with it?!
With such a handsome, obedient husband—even if she didn’t know whether his love was real—how could anyone treat him like this?!
The man’s gaze on her turned dark and unreadable.
Wen Xiayue immediately felt awkward, her heart pounding like a rabbit’s.
Oh heavens…
Even though she started the story already as a mother, being a rich wife wasn’t easy. How was she supposed to make this “husband” trust her?
……
Maybe because of her pregnancy, Wen Xiayue got sleepy very easily.
She had slept all the way from the hospital, and after touring the mansion—seeing llamas, Siberian tigers, a twenty-story estate, and a wardrobe bigger than a shopping mall—she was sleepy again.
Qi Lanzhou placed her on the bed and covered her with a blanket.
“Sleep,” his voice was calm. “I’ll wake you for dinner.”
Wen Xiayue nodded, her eyelids already heavy.
Before falling asleep, she thought all of this must be a dream. When she woke up, she would return to reality.
In reality, she was just an ordinary office worker—no parents, no family, no friends.
She also wondered, half-asleep:
When she woke up… would she still be able to take the twenty billion with her?