The moment I opened my eyes, the back of my head felt like someone had hit me with a hammer.
The crystal chandelier on the ceiling made my eyes hurt, and the air was full of the smell of disinfectant mixed with some expensive aromatherapy. The mattress was so soft that when I turned over, I almost sank into it.
This sheet is made of silk.
This room is larger than the entire one-bedroom apartment I rented before.
The next second, memories poured into my mind like water from a floodgate. The original owner was also named Shen Yun, she was twenty-two years old and the most disliked granddaughter of the Shen family. Due to a family marriage, she "highly" married into the Jiang family three months ago. Husband Jiang Yan, the only son of a top medical family in Beijing, is thirty-one years old and the youngest surgeon in the hospital.
After getting married, she changed from a transparent person in the Shen family to a transparent person in the Jiang family.
I sat up and pressed my temples to digest the information. Good guy, the original owner was despised in the Shen family, and he was still despised when he married into the Jiang family. Even her own marriage certificate was handed over to her by the Jiang family's housekeeper.
Cannon fodder, this is a proper cannon fodder script.
I was just thinking about how to survive in this world when the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open.
I looked up and there was a man standing at the door.
White shirt, black trousers, cuffs rolled up to the forearms, revealing a well-defined wrist. His facial features were as cold as if they were cut by a knife, and his brows and eyes had the calmness and sharpness of someone who has been undergoing surgery for many years. His skin was very white, so white that his lips were even lighter in color. Standing there, he looked like he had stepped off the cover of a medical magazine.
Jiang Yan.
