In the hotel room next door.
“Yun Nuan, after Zhiyi and I get married, I'll ask you one last time. Will you leave with me?”
“Jiang Yu, I'm sorry. Forget me. After today, you and Zhiyi should be happy together.”
Song Zhiyi stands at the doorway, stunned, watching through the crack as her fiancé and the other woman carry on behind the closed door!
A man's rough hand rests on her shoulder. His eyes sparkle with amusement as he drawls, “Your family really knows how to have fun.”
Song Zhiyi grits her teeth, suppresses the pounding in her chest, and says with a hint of provocation, “Dare you steal me away at our wedding in half a month?”
“I dare! Song Zhiyi, I can't sleep with you for nothing.”
