The Beautiful Wife Who Was Forced to Marry

The first time Su Xingyan met Yan Chong was at Qingyuan Temple during a rainstorm. Su Xingyan had just been lectured by his mother-in-law because his husband, Wei Chenran, hadn’t come home for a long time. Distracted, he was about to step into a deep puddle when someone grabbed his arm from behind and pulled him into a firm embrace. Rain dripped from the eaves into the puddles. Su Xingyan looked up and met a pair of deep, burning dark eyes. The blatant aggression in that gaze scorched him. “Madam, be careful in the rain,” Yan Chong said. Through the man’s solid chest, Su Xingyan could feel a steady, rhythmic heartbeat. Having been married for years, he knew exactly what that look in Yan Chong’s eyes meant. The second time Su Xingyan met Yan Chong was at a negotiation table for a partnership with the Yan Corporation. At that time, photos of his husband and a mistress were making headlines all over the city. Su Xingyan was dizzy and pale, clutching information about the mistress sent by paparazzi. When he looked up, he realized the mistress’s fiancé was standing right in front of him as his new business partner. “Madam, long time no see,” Yan Chong said, politely shaking his hand. No one knew that after the meeting ended, Yan Chong pinned Su Xingyan against the conference table. He leaned close to Su Xingyan’s burning ear and whispered an ambiguous warning: “I heard… your husband is pursuing my fiancée lately?” “If my fiancée doesn’t show up for our wedding next month… then Madam, I’ll just have to use you as the replacement.” Yan Chong pretended to be troubled while negotiating, but his gaze played wantonly over Su Xingyan’s angry eyes. Everyone in Ronggang knew the Yan family held absolute power, and the eldest son, Yan Chong, was a tyrant who always got his way. One month later, the Yan family wedding arrived as scheduled. The elite of Ronggang were all in attendance. However, Wei Chenran had already divorced Su Xingyan the day before and fled with his mistress. In a locked dressing room, Yan Chong pressed Su Xingyan against the door, kissing him until he could barely breathe. Su Xingyan’s eyes were red as he struggled in the man’s arms, the taste of blood spreading between them. Yan Chong didn’t seem to feel the pain. His hot hands moved inside Su Xingyan’s white designer suit. “You don’t suit a suit,” Yan Chong whispered. “You should wear a wedding dress instead, President Su.” Su Xingyan closed his eyes in shame. “…You bastard!” Yan Chong rubbed his thumb over Su Xingyan’s swollen lips, his voice low and intoxicated: “Curse me more. This bastard likes to hear it.”