The morning light in the hotel's presidential suite filtered through the thick velvet curtains, casting mottled light and shadow on the Persian carpet. Huo Peng held the empty wine glass, his knuckles turning white. The chaotic memory of last night was like a broken lens, and he could only piece together fragments - the mellow aroma of red wine, the woman's warm breath, and the faint fragrance of gardenia. But when he tried to see the face clearly, all the images were blurred into a blur under the erosion of alcohol.
"Be sure to find out for me." He slammed the wine glass on the gold-inlaid coffee table, and the crystal stem collided with the marble, making a crisp sound. The assistant bowed and exited the room. The moment he closed the door, Huo Peng caught a glimpse of his bloodshot eyes in the mirror, and an unprecedented sense of frustration surged into his heart. This man who had made great strides in the business world discovered for the first time that he could not even control the identity of a woman.
At this time, Xia Wan was huddled in the bathroom, staring at the two bright red lines on the pregnancy test stick. The pale light from the sink made her face look even paler. Her fingertips unconsciously rubbed her flat belly in the mirror, and her thoughts drifted back to that rainy night three months ago.
Qi Shuai's wedding ring was still lying quietly on the bottom of the jewelry box. It was the promise he had given to her while kneeling on one knee on their fifth anniversary. But because of trivial family matters, she had a big quarrel with Qi Shuai due to a misunderstanding, and ran to the bar to get drunk. When he woke up again, he was already in the unfamiliar presidential suite. The pain all over his body and the messy bed revealed the unspeakable past.
"Wanwan, you look so bad lately." Her best friend Xiaoyou pushed the warm red date tea in front of her.
