Shi Mei’s large, dark eyes were red, her lips pursed as if she refused to let her tears fall, the very picture of a wronged young bride.
Elder Shi: "Shi Mei, why don’t you go take a shower, Xiao Chen."
"Eh," Nanny Aunt Chen quickly approached, taking Shi Mei by the hand, "Madam, let me take you to bathe."
Reluctant, Shi Mei cast a look at Elder Shi then at Shi Lingyan, who clearly held much contempt for her, and finally nodded her head in agreement.
But how could she let Aunt Chen see the marks of last night’s frenzy that were still on her body?
Half-pretending to be crazy and foolish, she shooed Aunt Chen out and took a chaotic shower by herself, making sure to leave the bathroom in disarray before she emerged.
She wore her clothes in a deliberately messy fashion, eliciting a compassionate yet chuckling expression from Aunt Chen as she helped her get dressed properly. After bringing her to Shi Lingyan’s room, Aunt Chen quickly left.
Shi Lingyan’s room, like him, was monochrome, with nothing but the essential furniture, devoid of any other belongings.
Everything inside and out carried a stark chill, exuding his unique, brisk aura.
Shi Mei walked around and finally entered his walk-in closet.
He had said she loved to be beautiful, and that one wardrobe would never be enough for her bags and clothes.
So he demolished the wall of the projection room, transforming two rooms into one.
Looking at the closet before her, filled to the brim with styles she once loved, a sneer crossed Shi Mei’s lips.
She had performed the role so well back then.
She never doubted a word he said.
Their wedding, their future, she had already built it all in her mind.
But in the end, she discovered that in his heart there was always Bai Yuejie, occupying the largest part.
He would even trade her life, Tang Wu’s, for that of Bai Yuejie.
Shi Mei lowered her gaze and, with familiarity, slid open the wardrobe.
The wardrobe was her own design, the first shelf a crystal display for small items like watches, ties, and bow ties.
The second held her bags, and the third, a set of drawers.
Inside the drawer, there was a prominent photograph.
A grand expanse of blue sea and light golden sand, where Tang Wu sat cross-legged, facing the camera with a radiant smile, and beside her, a man with refined and deep features looked at her, smiling slightly, with deep affection and focus.
"What are you doing!"
A harsh shout suddenly erupted from behind her.
Shi Mei jumped in fright.
In an instant, Shi Lingyan strode up, seized her arm with no gentleness meant for girls, snatched the photograph back without so much as a glance at Shi Mei, and his voice was cold as bone, "Who allowed you in here?"
Shi Mei watched as Shi Lingyan carefully checked the photograph, his expression easing slightly upon seeing it was undamaged.
His gentle touch, however, clenched her heart painfully.
The person in the picture was murdered by his very hands, so why keep such a photo? What did this mean?
Could there be some secret hidden in the photo?
Instinctively, Shi Mei looked at the back of the photograph, but before she saw anything, the man’s low warning came: "Get out."
With a terrified expression, and a weeping tone, she called out, "Husband..."
Shi Lingyan grew even more impatient, "From now on, call me Shi Lingyan!"
Shi Mei pouted her lips upward, tears beginning to fall with a plop, and she sobbed, "But... but you are, my husband..."
Wan Lili: Shi Mei is just a drama queen QWQ The most dramatic female lead I’ve ever written, bar none.