Everyone’s gaze was fixed on the doorway, where a stunningly beautiful girl stood.
Long lashes, big bright eyes, snow-white skin, a straight and delicate nose, and those rosy cherry lips. Her exquisite features were like a masterpiece painted on a charming, heart-shaped face, forming an absolutely breathtaking visage. Her arms were white and translucent, her shoulders smooth and soft, her snowy skin glowing like polished jade, her figure long and graceful. Though she wore no makeup, her cheeks were fair, her beauty pure and serene, her build well-proportioned with alluring curves, radiating elegance and unmatched charm.
This was Su Xiaowan, the flawless beauty who always faced the world bare-faced. A woman who didn’t favor extravagant jewels or luxurious clothing. Though she seemed delicate, she dominated the financial world, earning the title of "Jiangnan’s first beauty"—Su Xiaowan.
Zhang Zhixue’s heart skipped a beat; he couldn’t believe his eyes. Was it really possible for such a stunning woman to exist in this world? There weren’t words capable of describing this beauty—"peerless flower" or "nation-toppling enchantress" were far too cliché for her. Could she be a fairy? No! She was a goddess! A perfect goddess!
What does it mean to be a goddess?
The so-called goddess that countless internet fanboys drool over while mindlessly indulging themselves? No, that’s just an actress.
Only someone like the girl in front of him—ethereal and breathtaking, evoking admiration and reverence, yet so unapproachably sacred—could truly be called a goddess.
Within the private room, Xia Rou and Han Ruobing were also outstanding beauties, far surpassing the so-called "internet goddesses" created with makeup, photography, and editing software. But only Su Xiaowan could be deemed perfect, a beauty so stunning she left one awestruck.
"Xiao Wan, my wife!" Yan Xiaobao shouted excitedly, snapping everyone back to reality and once again shocking Xia Rou, Han Ruobing, and the others.
"Husband." Su Xiaowan smiled sweetly, her expression blooming like a lotus. With a gentle sway of her slender waist, she gracefully approached Yan Xiaobao. "Why did you suddenly come to Binhai? You didn’t even tell me."
"I was planning to wait until your school started and surprise you by showing up," Yan Xiaobao said, spreading his arms and pulling Su Xiaowan into his embrace.
"It’s certainly a surprise—both shocking and joyful," Su Xiaowan said with a soft laugh, her tone carrying a double meaning.
It was only then that Han Ruobing and Xia Rou realized the much-discussed "Xiao Wan, my wife" that Yan Xiaobao often mentioned was actually Su Xiaowan, the number one beauty in Jiangnan. They had never once connected the utterly baffling Yan Xiaobao with someone like Su Xiaowan.
Even hearing Su Xiaowan personally call Yan Xiaobao "husband" didn’t make it any easier to believe. The entire situation was so outrageous, so absurd, it felt unreal.
She was Jiangnan’s first beauty, a financial prodigy, the treasured young lady of the Su Family—Su Xiaowan, as unattainable as the moon in the heavens. How could she possibly be Yan Xiaobao’s wife...
"Xiao Wan, my wife, let me introduce you to someone," Yan Xiaobao said, holding Su Xiaowan’s delicate hand and pulling her toward Xia Rou and Han Ruobing, dragging them back to reality.
"This is the ’Xiao Wan, my wife’ I mentioned. And over here, this is Bingbing, my wife, and this is Rourou, my wife," Yan Xiaobao introduced the three stunning women to one another.
Ma Boyao, Tang Wenjun, the Su brothers, and Zhang Zhixue all felt as if they’d been struck by a chain of lightning bolts.
Xiao Wan, my wife? Bingbing, my wife? Rourou, my wife?
Was this some sort of "meet the wives" event?
How could such a thing even be possible? Whatever happened to monogamy?
Messing around with others, taking mistresses, keeping a second wife or third or fourth—that wasn’t unheard of. But who in their right mind would gather all their lovers in one place and introduce them to each other?
And more importantly, who was Su Xiaowan? She was Jiangnan’s first beauty, a financial prodigy, the Su Family’s treasured gem!
Just being able to gain her favor was already a once-in-a-lifetime blessing. So how... how... how could this bastard... not only cheat behind her back but do so brazenly, introducing them to her face?
How could anyone tolerate this!
But beyond everyone’s expectations, Su Xiaowan barely seemed to mind. She smiled gently and extended a hand toward Xia Rou and Han Ruobing. "Hello, sisters. I’m Su Xiaowan. We’re family from now on, so please take care of me."
The dignified Captain Zhang Zhixue fell backward onto the floor, landing hard on his rear.
Ma Boyao, Tang Wenjun, and the Su brothers were utterly dumbfounded. Their worldviews were thoroughly shattered.
Was this a movie? Or some ancient feudal landlord’s second wife induction ceremony?
"..." Xia Rou, as if sleepwalking, numbly shook hands with Su Xiaowan.
Han Ruobing, however, flushed in embarrassment and waved her hands frantically. "Miss Su, please don’t misunderstand—I’m not his wife."
Su Xiaowan held Han Ruobing’s hand and smiled warmly. "I’m not his wife either."
Everyone froze once more.
What was going on this time?
Just now, hadn’t Su Xiaowan herself admitted to being Yan Xiaobao’s "Xiao Wan, my wife" and even called him "husband"? So why was she now denying she was his wife?
Could "Xiao Wan, my wife" just be a pet nickname, without the literal meaning of "wife"?
Han Ruobing, Xia Rou, and the four young men exchanged bewildered glances between Su Xiaowan and Yan Xiaobao, utterly clueless. Zhang Zhixue dragged over a chair, prepared to take a seat and catch his breath.
"I’m like all of you, just one of his little wives."
Su Xiaowan’s words were like an earth-shattering thunderclap. Zhang Zhixue dropped to the ground again.
"Hiss—" The only sounds left in the room were everyone’s sharp intakes of breath—no one was exhaling anymore.
If Su Xiaowan truly being Yan Xiaobao’s wife seemed like a one-in-a-million possibility, the idea of her being his little wife was so preposterous it could only exist in the delusions of a madman.
Jiangnan’s first beauty, a financial prodigy, the Su Family’s pride and joy, the Heavenly Pride Girl Su Xiaowan becoming someone’s concubine...
Saying such a thing aloud would earn anyone a solid slap across the face, accompanied by the admonishment: "Have you lost your mind? Go back to sleep!"
"Xiao Wan, my wife, these people are such a nuisance. We haven’t seen each other in a year—let’s find somewhere quiet to enjoy ourselves," Yan Xiaobao said, clasping Su Xiaowan’s hand with a face full of "absence makes the heart grow fonder."
Su Xiaowan’s cheeks flushed faintly, but she gently nodded. "Let’s go home then."
This display of affection...
Ma Boyao felt like his heart was being carved apart, and even Tang Wenjun’s chest ached with subtle grief.
A cabbage so divine—just like that, devoured by a pig...
"Hold it!" Han Ruobing called to Yan Xiaobao. "You can’t leave yet—there’s still unfinished business here."
Su Xiaowan turned back with a smile. "Sister Bingbing, you’re also my husband’s little wife, aren’t you? Just deal with these trivial matters for him."
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