Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
He gazed upon the woman who was sleeping on the other side of the bed. She had
her back to him. Her black hair covered her facial features, and the bedsheets drooped slightly, revealing her white shoulders.
The smell of alcohol had not yet dissipated, and the stench filled the room. The woman remained sound asleep.
Huo Jinyao had no interest in guessing what had happened after he had passed out last night. He was not the least bit interested in how He Xuanyao had framed him or how she had taken off his clothes.
Huo Jinyao sneered, restraining his urge to strangle the woman lying next to him. It would be splendid.
He had really underestimated this pair of siblings. They had the guts to try to frame him.
Huo Jinxiao got out of bed without a second thought and realized his clothes were gone. The sneer on his face deepened.
If he was right, He Xuankai would barge in with the others soon to try to catch him cheating.
What a marvelous scheme. If he didn’t get caught, how could he repay the He siblings for their dastardly plot?
Huo Jinxiao looked around but couldn’t find his phone. He proceeded to call room service and ask for a set of clothes.
After hanging up, he realized that the woman he thought was He Xuanyao was waking up. He saw her body moving under the bedsheets.
Was she awake?
Good.
Huo Jinxiao marched forward. He reached out his hand and seized the damn women by the neck. “He Xuanyao, you—”
“Hm.” A muffled sound came from under the bedsheets. Huo Jinyao released his hand having heard the familiar voice.
Her black hair slid off her face, uncovering the delicate and pearly face that was hiding under it. Su Qingsang?
“Wife?”
Su Qingsang had still been dreary when she felt the sharp pinch on her neck. She coughed several times before waking up. Eventually, she got her breath, and her eyes widened. She stared at Huo Jinxiao.
“What’s the matter? You get up and strangle someone’s neck every morning? Did you and that young lady like to play rough?”
“Wife, how are you here?” Huo Jinxiao quickly checked her neck, relieved when he discovered that it was just a little red.
“Wife, are you okay? I didn’t mean it. I am—”
“You’re what?” Su Qingsang regained her mobility and sat up. Looking at Huo Jinyao, who was still naked, she said, “I didn’t know you did this in your free time.”
“Wife, I don’t.” Huo Jinyao was shocked and quickly tried to explain himself. “Wife. Listen to me, I thought you were He Xuanyao.”
Huo Jinyao was anxious to explain his innocence. Su Qingsang straightened up and pulled up the bedsheets to cover herself because she was still undressed.
“Yes. I know that. You thought I was He Xuanyao. Not only did you guys get a room last night, but you also kept saying Xuanyao’s name all night while you hugged me.”
“Impossible.”
Huo Jinyao shook his head. Shock was written all over his face.
Su Qingsang sneered. “Impossible? Look at my hand.”
She raised her hand. There was a huge bruise on her arm. Huo Jinyao quickly reached out to check it, completely ignoring that he still needed to explain himself.
“What’s wrong with your hand? How—”
“You did this.”
Su Qingsang was not at all polite. Huo Jinyao was embarrassed: “Are you sure?”
“You think that I deliberately hurt myself and then framed you?”
Su Qingsang was still angry. She thought he had drunk too much and passed out yesterday. Who knew what other tricks he had up his sleeves?
After He Xuanyao had left, he had started acting out in the middle of the night.
He had vomited all over himself and all over her. The unbearable smell lingered on her.
She never knew that Huo Jinyao vomited when he got drunk.