Master Hong's Lucky Bride

Panda Novel

He knew that when the Cen family was in trouble, he had not been there to help. However, Cen Shuang was not in a position to marry. Even if she was, why did she choose Zhuang Hong? Why did she choose Zhuang Hong, who was unable to get out of bed?

"You're the one who is suffering." She was a rich, young lady and she married someone like Zhuang Hong. Even an ordinary woman would not be able to stand it, let alone Cen Shuang.

Cen Shuang leaned her head against the car window. She no longer had the strength to continue arguing with him. "Zhuang Hong is great. He will wake up very soon. Marrying into the Zhuang family was my choice. I'm not being mistreated. Yang Jinyan, if you still care for me at all, send me back to the Zhuang family's house."

"What if I want to take you away?"

"Then I can only sever all ties with you."

The black Maybach stopped at the Zhuang family's front door. Cen Shuang instantly pushed open the car door and quickly ran in. The man sat in the car and watched the figure disappear before his eyes. A complicated look flashed across his eyes. He had thought that tonight would be the beginning of their relationship. He had not expected Zhuang Tinghao to cut in. Yang Jinyan's grip on the steering wheel tightened. He still felt indignant as he thought about breaking Zhuang Tinghao's leg earlier. He started the car, turned the car around, and headed back to the party.

Cen Shuang staggered back to her room. The door closed with a bang. Lan Yibai knocked on the door worriedly. "What's wrong? Shuang Shuang, are you okay?"

"Mom, I'm fine. I drank too much. I want to rest."

A retching sound came from behind the door. Lan Yibai heaved a sigh of relief. "I'll get someone to make you some soup before you sleep." She was too impatient. Cen Shuang was only twenty years old, and the Cen family had just gone bankrupt. She should not have let Cen Shuang take over the Zhuang family's business affairs so quickly. She was still young and did not know how to socialize. As Lan Yibai thought about it, she heard commotion coming from behind the door. She could not help but knock on the door again. "Are you okay, Shuang Shuang? Are you feeling sick?"

"Mom, I'm fine." Cen Shuang's voice betrayed a hint of exhaustion.

"You should rest well for a while. I'll get someone to bring you a bowl of soup. It'll make you feel better." There was no answer. Lan Yibai did not mind. Instead, she went downstairs and instructed the kitchen staff to make a bowl of soup to help her sober up.

Cen Shuang leaned against the wall of the bathroom and allowed the cold water to drench her face. She did not know if she was crying or not. Even if she was, the water was washing away her tears. After some time, she dragged herself out of the bathroom. The room was still quiet. The night light beside the bed illuminated the quiet Zhuang Hong who was lying in bed. The man's facial features were even more dazzling under the muted light. The orange light washed over his pale face and revealed a hint of vitality. There was an additional tray on the table. There was hot soup and a cup of milk on it. Cen Shuang's gaze fell on Zhuang Hong, as if she was being drawn to him. Her eyes were misty, like tears could start falling at any moment. She did not know how long she had been drenched in cold water. She only knew that the hot water seemed to do nothing for her. After a long while, she approached the bed slowly.

The soft light made shadows appear on the walls. The air conditioner in the room blew cold air. The room began to look warm and seductive. Cen Shuang held Zhuang Hong's big hand. His fingers were slender and defined, and very masculine. His hands were extremely beautiful. Just these hands alone could make many women swoon. Cen Shuang leaned her forehead on his arm. She held tight to Zhuang Hong's palm as she cried out in sadness, "Zhuang Hong, I feel terrible."

She felt terrible both physically and mentally. After the Cen family went bankrupt, many people said such terrible things. Anyone could bully her and plot against her. She lowered the temperature of the air conditioner and wrapped the blanket around Zhuang Hong's body. She was curled up on the other half of the bed without any blanket. The demons in her body were torturing her. She went to the bathroom several times throughout the night and used cold water to wash her face. Zhuang Hong's palm was already covered with layers of bruises. When it was close to dawn, Cen Shuang finally felt that she had cried enough. She curled into a ball and hugged her legs as she fell asleep. Maybe it was the side effects of the medicine, or maybe it was the desire in her heart, but when Cen Shuang fell asleep, she felt warm arms embrace her. There was something familiar about htis. Her eyelashes, which were covered with tears, trembled. She wanted to open her eyes and see if this moment was real, but she was too tired. She no longer had the strength.

She shifted slightly and snuggled against the warmth. When Cen Shuang woke up again, it was already nighttime. She had actually slept for the whole day. The air conditioner in the room was still blowing cold air. She shivered from the cold. Subconsciously, she grabbed the quilt beside her and slid under it. A big hand touched her smooth arm, and Cen Shuang suddenly woke up. She looked up at the man in front of her. She blinked. Why did she slip under Zhuang Hong's quilt without wearing any clothes? Her brain, which was numb from the cold, finally regained some consciousness.