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C City, the lanterns were on. The luxurious Zhan Family Palace finished the day's worth of liveliness, and gradually quieted down.

In the main bedroom of the house, everyone's eyes were filled with the red color of celebration. A pair of red candles had been arranged according to the ancestral rules, quietly burning in the darkness outside the window.

Mo Wenting laid on the wide and soft bed, raising her hand. On her slender and white ring finger, a low key ring that didn't lose out to luxury laid there quietly.

"I'm married." Mo Wenting muttered, but there was not a trace of happiness in her tone.

She still felt that this reality was unreal.

Just a few days ago, she was just an ordinary college graduate, running around for her mother's medical expenses." In times of danger, love is a luxury. At that time, how could she have ever imagined that she would one day marry into a rich family, marry a man that she had just met for the first time.

If it wasn't for that...

Mo Wenting's eyes dimmed.

At this moment, the bedroom door was pushed open and a tall figure walked in. Light spilled in from outside. The man's exquisite face that was like a carving of a knife was half immersed in the light. He stood straight against the light, looking as handsome as a god. It was Zhan Ning.

So beautiful, Mo Wenting silently said in her heart.

Subsequently, the smell of alcohol assaulted their nostrils.

Mo Wenting frowned slightly, and could not help but ask: "How much wine did you drink?"

Zhan Ning did not answer and only reached out to undo the top button of his white shirt to let out a sigh of relief.

He turned around and looked at the young woman sitting on the bed.

In the flickering candlelight, Mo Wenting's face was like a peony that had just bloomed.

Very well, he finally belonged to her.

The alcohol seemed to be gradually fermenting Zhan Ning, who felt the blood in his body surging faster, a wave of hot air rushed to his lower body.

At this moment, all he wanted was to take her, to make her completely, without a doubt, his own.

"Ah!" Mo Wenting only had time to let out a soft scream before her body grew light and she was held tightly in Zhan Ning's embrace.

The man's somewhat high temperature passed through the thin layer of clothes, instantly causing Mo Wenting's face to turn completely red.

"Let go!" Mo Wenting wanted to struggle free from his embrace, but Zhan Ning's arms were as firm as an iron wall. She struggled for a long time, but he did not move.

Zhan Ning had a mischievous smile on his face, as if he was still enjoying her struggle.

Mo Wenting was so angry that her face turned red, although she knew that she had already married Zhan Ning, she just could not accept the fact that she had suddenly become intimate with this person she had just met.

"Stop and listen to me first, Zhan Ning." Mo Wenting tried to reject his affection.

The man with his head on her shoulder smiled sullenly and said charmingly, "Be good and call me husband."

"You …" Mo Wenting tried to speak again.

Zhan Ning looked at her cherry cherry lips, lowered his head, and kissed her.

Zhan Ning's kiss fell on the corner of Mo Wenting's mouth. At the start, it was as gentle as a spring rain, the dragonfly touching the water lightly, the ripples not surprising.

And then it gradually became more and more intense.

Before Mo Wenting even had the chance to mourn her first kiss, she fell into the vortex of fireworks Zhan Ning had brought him.

For a moment, both of them kissed passionately.

Zhan Ning closed his eyes in satisfaction. He murmured, "Qing Xin …"

A soft call made Mo Wenting's consciousness return to the cage instantly.

Mo Wenting, oh Mo Wenting, what are you hoping for?!

That's right, everything in front of him was not something that belonged to him. Not in the past, not in the present, and certainly not in the future.

Because she only got married in place of her sister.

To carry her identity, to carry her name …

Mo Wenting was so shocked that she couldn't resist Zhan Ning. The more she thought about it, the more scared she became, and the more she wanted to escape from this dangerous man's side.

"Let go!" Mo Wenting struck Zhan Ning's broad chest, but he couldn't do anything as his small fist was like an ant trying to shake a big tree.

Zhan Ning was so captivated by Mo Wenting's beautiful aura that he couldn't help but hug her even more tightly.

"Stop messing around," Zhan Ning said in a low voice. His voice was hoarse, like a cello in play.

Mo Wenting who had just woken up was unwilling to listen and continued to struggle.

"Hua La", the two of them swayed left and right, knocking over the glass vase beside the bed, and filled with roses that fell onto the sparkling fragments.

Mo Wenting stooped down and picked up a piece of shard, then swiped it across her white and slender neck.

Terrifying amounts of fresh blood quickly flowed out, forming a line in the air.

Mo Wenting endured the bone-piercing pain, looked at Zhan Ning and said: "Mr. Zhan, please don't force me."

Zhan Ning had already awakened, and looked at Mo Wenting coldly. His eyes turned deeper in the blood on her neck.

"Miss Mo," Zhan Ning said in a terrifyingly low voice, "I, Zhan Ning, have never forced others to do anything. You enjoyed enjoying yourself just now."

Mo Wenting did not expect him to be so merciless, and immediately blushed.

Zhan Ning didn't pity his in the slightest, "If you want to go back on your word after marriage, I hope that Miss Mo isn't such a person who goes back on her word."

"No, I …" Mo Wenting wanted to open her mouth to explain, but found that she was unable to say anything at all.

"Enough." Zhan Ning stood up: "I don't want to hear any of your explanations."

With that said, he did not look at Mo Wenting anymore, and picked up his pillow to leave the room.

"I'm going to sleep in the study." Zhan Ning left behind this sentence.

Mo Wenting sat on the floor and gently curled up her body.

In the eyes of outsiders, this was truly a match made marriage between Wealthy Class families. The president of the Rantian Group, Zhan Ning, married the precious daughter of the chairman of the Mo Group.

This Shui Tian's first successor, Mr. Zhan Ning, personally presided over the wedding. He spent a lot of money just to win the heart of Miss Mo.

And at the wedding, Miss Mo smiled sweetly, obviously very satisfied.

No matter who looked at it, it was a scene of a loving concubine.

Mo Wenting sarcastically raised the corner of her mouth.

But what if this Miss Mo was not the apple of her eye at all, but the illegitimate daughter she had just adopted a few days before the wedding?

Would Mr. Zhan Ning spend all his money just to get a smile on his beautiful face?

Mr. Zhan Ning, who knew the truth would still choose to have a deep relationship with the fake young miss?

Of course not. Reality is not a fairy tale.

Mo Wenting obviously knew the answer to all of this, but she could no longer turn back.

In front of him, even if it was a bottomless abyss, there was no other choice.

Those who threatened her held her dearest mother's life in their hands.

She couldn't look back.

A tear fell onto the hardwood floor, the light from the still burning candle cast a hazy glow.

The candle was a farewell, and shed tears until daybreak.