I felt like I was about to throw up. My head started to spin. I even started to hear Lanfen's wicked laughter inside my mind. How could Lan Jing demand that Aren divorce me? This was ridiculous! And for what reason? Because I wasn't Chinese?! "Waigong… I don't want to be disrespectful, but are you shitting me?!" Aren snapped. "Zhuyi ni de yuyan!" His grandfather thundered. "Wo bu hui lihun!" Aren yelled. I didn't know what it all meant, but I hated it; I hated this whole situation. I looked at Lanfen and saw her sitting innocently as if she wasn't the main cause of this uproar. I seriously wanted to punch her and knock her white teeth out of that fake humble smile! Lan Jing took a deep breath before exclaiming, "Why are you so angry, xiaohouzi?! I've chosen Lanfen because you've already been in a relationship together! You broke up because of a misunderstanding, and misunderstandings are meant to be fixed!" He punched the table with his fist. Aren burst into cold laughter before
I could feel the blood running off my face. My fingertips turned cold, and the palm sides of my hands became damp from sweat. I looked Lan Jing in the eyes, silently praying that he wouldn't notice how nervous his question made me, but I could already tell from the brief curve on his lips that I had failed. I felt as if he had caught me in a lie, although I didn't say a word. Telling the truth about the contract would have obvious consequences: it would mark my relationship with Aren as a strictly business deal, and it would degrade my chances of proving that I could be a better partner for Aren than Lanfen. But did I really have another choice? "What's the matter, hanzi? Can't you answer a simple question?" Lan Jing chuckled. "Perhaps you are worried that revealing the truth would cost you money? I bet that Aren either promised you big money for this marriage or settled huge penalties for exposing the true nature of your relationship... or both." I closed my eyes and clenched my fis
Lan Jing led me to the dining room, where everyone was waiting for us, ready to take their seats. The top seats were reserved for Lan Jing and his current wife, Mingyu, with the head of the family sitting on the right side, and his wife on the left. As I entered the room, elegantly linking arms with Lan Jing, I instantly earned Mingyu's glare. The sophisticated lady who seemed to be merely in her forties had a healthy alabaster complexion and shiny black hair cut in a medium bob. She sent waves of hostility my way while she held her slender hand on Lanfen's shoulder as if she wanted to make a clear statement about whom she supported. I couldn't begin to express how glad I was when Lan Jing ignored Mingyu's displeased stare and led me to the top of the table.He stopped as he reached his seat, waited until he got everyone's attention, and turned my way. "Hanzi, I would like to introduce you to my family." He shifted his eyes to those standing by their seats around the table. "This is t
Caishen's fingers curled tightly around my wrist. I looked at him, wincing as his grip became strong enough to leave bruises on my skin. Once he noticed my grimace, his lips curled up as if he was enjoying my pain."Let go of my hand," I said, frowning. "You're hurting me."He chuckled and only added strength to his grip. I struggled to release my hand, but it felt as if I was being held by metal clutches. Suddenly, someone grabbed Caishen's hand that held mine. "She told you to let her go."I raised my eyes and saw Weimin, glaring at Caishen and forcing him to release me. Weimin wore casual jeans and a white fitted T-shirt, but his darkening eyes left no room for doubt that he was dangerous. I glanced down at Weimin's arm and saw it was all muscles. As he applied more force to his grip, Caishen's clutch on my wrist loosened. Finally, Caishen let go of my hand and raised his hands in surrender. "I only wanted to show our guest the mansion," he said, smirking mockingly."You won't have
I watched my husband shrug out of his suit jacket and throw away his tie and shoes. He did it all in a heartbeat and jumped into the pool before ramming Weimin down and pushing him under the water. I stood petrified, observing Aren's fists flying above the water surface and sending Weimin a series of deadly blows. Weimin pushed Aren back, lurching at him with a hoarse growl and hitting his ribs. Aren punched his nose and pulled him under the water again. I saw them reaching the bottom of the pool, Weimin jerking Aren's shirt and Aren grabbing his throat. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't do anything. I just observed their shapes moving as the water around them became red."Stop it..." I muttered, barely swallowing my tears. "Stop! Please!" I cried out.They kept fighting, painting the water with blood, fury fueling their every move. Finally, they resurfaced, and as I saw Weimin's bloodied face, I realized that Aren wasn't going to stop."Aren, I'm begging you! Please!" I screamed, my han
It took Aren less than a minute to free me from my tiny bikini bra and shorts. Then he began celebrating every inch of my naked skin, searing it with his lips and tongue. My hands wandered through his perfect slabs of muscle, enjoying the feeling underneath my fingertips. He grinned wickedly, watching me bite my lip as he enticed my arousal with carefully measured caresses. I couldn't help that he knew my body well. He studied my reactions and perfectly directed me toward my climax. I screamed his name aloud enough for the sound to reach the corridor as his thrusting fingers led me to my second orgasm."I told you that I would make you scream," he breathed, lifting himself before pushing the waistband of his boxer shorts down.I looked at his rigid erection and gasped, thinking that my husband was built to perfection. He didn't let me feast my eyes for too long. He jerked his hips, entering me roughly. I whimpered as the size of him heated my insides. He smiled and kissed my lips befo
It wasn't surprising that the grand Lans' mansion had its own ballroom with a stage prepared for the host to step onto the platform and speak to the crowd. While the guests and the other members of the Lan family entered the ballroom through the main door, the event's main character was supposed to greet everyone once he appeared on the stage, and I was supposed to stand on that stage with him.I had to admit that I was terrified of the thought of being in the spotlight. When I came to Shanghai with Aren, all I wanted was to stand by his side and act as a good wife without interfering in business. But according to Lan Jing, that would only prove that I was weak, too weak to be Aren's wife. Lan Jing had a plan, and in that plan, he wanted to convince everyone that I was Aren's greatest asset. I wasn't sure what he meant by that, but I had to trust that he knew what he was doing."It's harder to get rid of someone who has all eyes on him," Lan Jing said. "If you stay in Aren's shadow, n
I had never realized what this freak show with my official introduction was all about until it was after dinner, and all those businessmen came to talk to me. It was all about recognition, and that meant power. My husband was always around, observing my expression and making sure I was safe, but he didn't interfere. I was no longer just Aren Lan's wife—I was Cora Bell Lan, an independent woman with business ideas of her own. I was casually describing details of the security software I'd created, and those people listened to me with interest. I collected the business cards of American, Chinese, and Japanese investors, hearing that they would gladly become my business partners. It felt surreal. Of course, they believed whatever I said mainly because Lan Jing's compliments placed a huge "capable" sign on my forehead, but they weren't completely blinded by that. It was more like they were giving me the benefit of the doubt, but it was more than enough for me. For the first time in my life