In the luxurious living room, the ceiling lights blazed, and the air was filled with the sweet and alluring scent of forget-me-nots.
At this moment, Quàn Xī Gē sat calmly in her wheelchair, her cold gaze observing the man opposite her, who was as handsome as a sculpted statue.
Perhaps she would find it hard to forget this face, for she had been impressed from their very first meeting.
His eyes were profound, his high, straight nose and square jawline seemed carved by the hand of God, easily drawing observers into an inescapable trance.
This man exuded an indescribably captivating aura, a deadly, demonic charm…
After a moment, Quàn Xī Gē softly blinked her large, round eyes. She lowered her head, idly tracing the rim of the teacup in her hands, and asked casually.
“Do you really want to marry me?”
Yán Yù looked at her deeply, a slight curve playing on his lips. “Indeed. Miss Quàn, I wonder if I have the good fortune to be your life partner?”
Before Quàn Xī Gē could even open her mouth, her parents beside her vehemently objected.
“Yán Yù, even if the Quàn family were to fall into utter destitution, we would never marry our daughter to you. You’d best leave!” Her mother slammed the table, refusing him bluntly and impolitely.
Her father frowned, reminding her mother that the Yán family was not to be trifled with; if they offended Yán Yù, he might not let the Quàn family live in peace.
“Your reputation…” Her father paused, then sighed. “We cannot rest assured entrusting Xī Gē to such a person. We hope Young Master Yán understands…”
In this entire city, or even the whole country, who hadn't heard of the notorious playboy, Yán Yù? He was insatiably lustful and excessively dissolute, constantly seeking out women to satisfy his desires.
What good parents in this world would want to marry their daughter to him? Especially since Quàn Xī Gē was their precious jewel, cherished and pampered beyond measure. How could they let her suffer any disadvantage?
Moreover, Quàn Xī Gē was now an invalid; every man avoided her like the plague. Yet Yán Yù was different; he wanted to marry her for no apparent reason. Anyone would become suspicious, and her parents were no exception.
In response to Quàn Xī Gē’s parents’ objections, Yán Yù remained seated, unmoving. His gaze, like fire, swept over her once.
At this moment, Quàn Xī Gē was also intently watching him, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.
Suddenly, she turned to her parents, her voice light. “I agree to this marriage!”
Her parents were utterly astonished. “Xī Gē, you…! You’re not joking, are you?!”
Quàn Xī Gē replied solemnly, “My mind is made up; I’m not joking!”
Her parents exchanged glances, speechless. Yán Yù’s demeanor was unperturbed, as if he had anticipated this all along.
Could their daughter have been threatened?
But to their knowledge, Quàn Xī Gē’s personality was very strong-willed; if she didn't want to do something, even with a knife to her throat, she couldn't be forced.
Perhaps this was her own volition, but for what reason?
The atmosphere fell silent for a moment. Yán Yù slowly took a sip of hot tea, his movements graceful and elegant.
He raised his eyes to Quàn Xī Gē’s parents and said politely, “Since the matter is settled, I’ll take my leave now.”
With that, he winked at her, stood up, and strode out.
Quàn Ěr Zhú had just returned from shopping, in a very cheerful mood.
She waved to her friend, glanced at the tall man opening the car door, her eyebrows furrowing slightly.
However, before she could fully register it, the Land Rover had already started and driven away, disappearing from sight, leaving behind only a choking cloud of exhaust that blew directly into her face.
Quận Nhĩ Trúc irritably covered her mouth, quickly turning and heading inside.
She glanced at Quận Hy Ca, gently placed the pile of things aside, and put on an obedient facade: "Mom and Dad, who was that person just now?"
"Your sister is getting married soon, you... get ready too!" Quận Lĩnh waved his hand dismissively, an expression on his face that showed he didn't want to say much.
A malicious glint flashed in the depths of Quận Nhĩ Trúc's eyes. She gritted her teeth, then feigned innocence as she said, "Didn't the Ouyang family break off the engagement with Sister Hy Ca half a month ago? So why..."
"Nhĩ Trúc!"
Tĩnh Tuyết shrieked, not having expected this adopted daughter to become so brazen, unable to even keep her mouth shut.
"Mom... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." Quận Nhĩ Trúc bowed her head very low, her hands clasped together, her voice aggrieved as if she was about to cry.
Seeing this, Quận Hy Ca curled her lip in disdain. Don't think for a second she didn't understand the meaning behind her words.
Did she want to poke at her pain? Too bad it had no effect... She felt absolutely no lingering affection for that scumbag fiancé; that engagement was never with her consent to begin with...
"Little sister, think before you speak. Don't make me repeat myself!"
Quận Hy Ca flashed a cold smile, her dark eyes narrowing.
Quận Nhĩ Trúc's teeth ground together. She suppressed the impulse in her heart, weakly replying, "I know."
Quận Hy Ca withdrew her smile. She signaled for her bodyguard to push her wheelchair away, only throwing back one sentence: "If you're so curious, I'll tell you: my husband is Young Master Yan Yu."
Quận Lĩnh and Tĩnh Tuyết, annoyed, went upstairs, leaving Quận Nhĩ Trúc to sit alone on the sofa, dazed.
She clenched her fists tightly, feeling extremely resentful.
Why was Quận Hy Ca, even after losing her legs, still noticed by men, while she wasn't?! Hmph, what a vixen!
Although Yan Yu wasn't a good person, he was still from the Yan family after all.
Once she had the backing of the Yan family's power, Quận Hy Ca would definitely investigate what happened that year, and her secret was very likely to be exposed.
The more Quận Nhĩ Trúc thought about it, the more frightened she became. She couldn't just stand by and do nothing...
"Quận Hy Ca, don't ever hope to find happiness in this life." She let out two sneering laughs, her bloodshot eyes looking terrifying.
"An Jiu, you can go out first!"
Quận Hy Ca said coldly to her bodyguard. Then, she pushed her wheelchair herself to the dressing table and took out a silver-plated lighter from the drawer.
"Yan Yu, so you finally came to find me?"
She casually twirled the lighter in her hand, her gaze lingering for a long time on the wolf-shaped emblem.
She couldn't figure out what exactly it meant that made this man put in so much effort.