Master Hong's Lucky Bride

Panda Novel

Now, she was forcing the Zhuang family to comfort her. Just thinking about it made her feel that the woman in bed was very evil.

Lan Yibai looked at her daughter unhappily. Her voice was still gentle when directed at Cen Shuang. "If you want to be alone, rest well. If you're facing any problems, tell me. I will do my best to help you."

The girl on the bed blinked. She looked at Lan Yibai and pursed her lips. "Thank you, mom. I want to be alone."

She did not want to speak or move. Her frozen body could not warm up even though she was wrapped in the blanket. She knew that Lan Yibai was worried about her, but Cen Shuang did not have the strength to explain what happened.

Lan Yibai sighed and did not press the issue. She covered her with the blanket and pulled Zhuang Xinyan out of the room.

Zhuang Xinyan looked at Lan Yibai. "Mom, why are you being so nice to her?"

She even suspected that she was picked up by someone. Lan Yibai berated her every day, but she was extremely concerned about the rude Cen Shuang. As a daughter, she felt extremely uncomfortable.

Lan Yibai replied, "Cen Shuang is more sensible than you. Go to Zhuang Hong's room and take a look..."

Zhuang Xinyan replied unwillingly, "My brother has already gone to bed. Do you think my brother would still wait for that woman to come back so late at night? I really don't know what's so good about Cen Shuang. All of you seem to care so much about her."

She was not convinced. Why was Cen Shuang superior to her in the Zhuang family? Was her surname Zhuang or was Cen Shuang's surname Zhuang? The more she thought about it, the more she felt that it was unfair. She had to tell Zhuang Hong about how Cen Shuang looked today. She had to let her brother see the true nature of this woman and have him divorce Cen Shuang as soon as possible.

Lan Yibai looked at her daughter's back as she left. She could not help but mutter, "How is she already twenty-five? Her mind is still stuck at five years old."Seeing Zhuang Xinyan enter Zhuang Hong's room, she heaved a sigh of relief and returned to her room.

The air conditioner in the room was constantly blowing. The temperature was perfect, but Cen Shuang's body was curled up under the blanket. She felt so cold, as if there was no trace of warmth. The room became increasingly quiet. Very soon, she started sobbing. Cen Shuang covered her head with the blanket. She buried herself under the blanket and could not help but cry softly. The entire room was pitch-black. Only then could she rest assured. Now, no one was looking at her, no one was looking down on her and she was completely alone. Only then could she unscrupulously release the grievances and distress in her heart. The Zhuang family treated her very well, but the better the environment was, the more desolate she felt. Lan Yibai cared about her, but she was even more envious of Zhuang Xinyan. In the past, she was also a willful little princess in the Cen family. Her mother would constantly nag and scold her, her father loved her and indulged her, and her sister loved her too. Every time the sky turned dark and the air stilled, images would appear in her mind. In the past, she felt happy being loved by them, but now she had nothing. She only had herself. When she looked at the willful Zhuang Xinyan, she was envious and fond of her, but she could not go back.

She missed home. No matter how well the Zhuang family treated her, she still missed her old home.

Cen Shuang gripped the blanket tightly and sobbed softly. She did not know how long she spent crying, but the coldness in her body shifted into numbness. Only then did she lose consciousness.

The door slowly opened, and the person outside came in. Zhuang Hong's footsteps were very slow, and because walking was hard for him. He walked strangely. He walked to the bedside and sat down at the edge of the bed. He was not in a hurry to see whether she was asleep or not, nor did he see how the person on the bed was doing. He only sighed slightly, and entered the quiet room. His voice became gentle and profound. "You came back so late. I knew you were running around again, but even so. Even if you are not obedient, you should take good care of yourself. Do you still think you had a good reason for coming back in such a state? Don't you know how worried mom and I were?"

After the man finished speaking, he reached into the quilt and quickly grabbed her slender and cold ankle, he frowned. "You're so cold. Didn't I ask you to take a hot bath? What's wrong with you? You still like to get wet like a child."

Although it was a reprimand, there was a hint of affection in his tone that could not be hidden.

He turned on the lights, but they were not very bright. It was as if he was afraid of waking the figure on the bed. Zhuang Hong's movements were measured and slow. The light shone on the figure on the bed. She looked like she was wrapped in a cocoon. Zhuang Hong touched her cold feet. He wanted to hold them in his hands to warm them up, but he did not expect her to quickly dodge his touch. She moved, and there was a soft moan that came from under the blanket.

Was she hurt?