Hot....

The stifling heat made Song Wenran feel as if he were walking through a desert. His hands clutched the man's neck, but his remaining rationality prevented him from escaping.

"Don't... ugh~"

As soon as the words left his mouth, a wave of pain washed over him, taking away his last shred of reason…

…………

I don't know how long it took, but Song Wenran endured the pain and climbed up, his eyes full of hatred. At this moment, he wished he could kill this man who had taken away his innocence.

Tomorrow is the wedding day with Yun Yichuan. To make preparations for the wedding more convenient, I specially asked Guinanxing to help arrange a room. Who would have known that as soon as I walked into the room, I was tackled by this strange man.

I don't understand why there would be a strange man in my own room, but when I tried to run away, it was too late...

Although I had known Yichao for a long time, we always maintained our innocence. But on the eve of our wedding, this stranger took it all away from me.

, tears streaming down my face...

Fear, pain, anger, a series of emotions surged in Song Wenran's heart. He kicked the man under him fiercely and then fled the scene...

Now completely lost, he didn't know what to do. Deep self-blame and guilt almost made Song Wenran collapse. He roared at the sea fiercely, venting his frustration!

Jiu gave Nánxīng several calls in a row, wanting to get to the bottom of this, but no one answered.

Song Wenran, who had calmed down, drove back to the new house, wanting to confess to Yun Yichuan. However, as soon as he entered, he was struck by lightning!

In Yun Yi Chuan's new home, from the living room to the bedroom, clothes belonging to men and people are scattered all over the way, from coats to...

As I walked to the second floor, I heard voices coming from a room, "Ichiro..."

The man seemed not to hear, and kept repeating, "Wen Ran, I love you."

Hearing the name Song Wenran, a flash of hatred appeared in Xià's eyes.

Bang!

Just then, Song Wenran kicked the door open, startling the person on the bed with a shriek. The man above looked up dumbly at the imposing Song Wenran for a moment before looking down at Nan Xing again.

He hurried to leave, grabbing the blanket next to him and wrapping it around himself. Meanwhile, Nánxīng stood there bare-skinned, offering no resistance.

Yun Yichuan reacted and quickly pulled the blanket over Nán Xīng's body. He then hid behind the curtain, like a child who had done something wrong.

At this sight, Song Wenran's eyes grew colder. He picked up a garment from the ground and threw it to Yun Yichuan, his voice icy: "Put on your clothes and get out."

Seeing Song Wenran's anger, Nan Xing couldn't help but feel secretly pleased, but on the surface, she still pretended to be pitiful and self-blaming, "I'm sorry, Wenran. It's all my fault. It has nothing to do with Yi Chuan."

"Get out, you disgust me!"

At this moment, I finally understand. Yesterday when I was harassed by a stranger, I felt powerless and feverish, like I had been drugged.

...but before that, he had only drunk the cup of coffee that Nanxing had passed him....

Nán Xīng immediately reddened her eyes, pitifully looking at Yún Yìchuan, "Yìchuan, I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

That pear blossom, rain-soaked and drooping, made Yun Yi Chuan feel a pang of both pity and guilt.

Sitting in the living room, Song Wenran's heart was ashen. His fists clenched, his nails digging deep into his palms.

Why is this world so cruel to me? I just wanted to hide in my new house for one night, but I didn't expect to run into such a horrible sight.

>Tomorrow is their wedding day!

Nánxīng cautiously hid behind Yún Yìchuān, her face filled with panic. Yún Yìchuān, on the other hand, wore an expression of guilt and regret.

"Wen Ran, listen to me, things aren't what you think." Yun Yi Chuan didn't know how to explain. He had gotten drunk and mistaken Nan Xing for someone else, but this would be another hurt for Nan Xing. He was already the one who caused harm; he couldn't do this to her.

"All in all, I'm sorry to you."

"Excuse me? When you were making love with this person, didn't you think about apologizing to me?" Song Wenran saw Nan Xing being protected behind him, his mouth was suffocated for a moment, gritting his teeth until his mouth was full of blood.

Yun Yi Chuan is the eldest grandson of the Yun family and the heir apparent of the Yun Group. Not only is he outstanding in ability, but he is also tall, handsome, and particularly warm and considerate. He has always taken meticulous care of himself, treating himself like a little princess. He unconditionally respects and agrees with his own opinions.

Now, he is actually with Nánxīng, his best friend!

Song Wenran's eyes were filled with fury, staring fixedly at Yun Yichuan. In his gaze was a mixture of grief and pain...

Nánxīng looked at it, took a step forward, and blocked Yún Yìchuan behind her: "Nánxīng, I'm sorry. Whatever you have to say to me, Yìchuan gege is innocent!"

"Humph," Song Wenran couldn't help but sneer, putting on a show as if he were the superfluous one.

Song Wenran only felt a chill in her heart.

"Slap!"

Applause echoed in the hall.

Nánxīng was beaten and fell to the ground, his head buzzing, unable to get up for a long time.

Then came another loud "Bang!"

But this palm strike landed on Song Wenran's face, staring incredulously at the man before him.

Yun Yi-chuan looked at his own stiff palm, a pained expression on his face. "Wen Ran, I'm sorry..."

He said and went up to check it out.

"Get lost, stay away from me." Song Wenran's heart was completely cold. After being together for so long, he didn't even spare a strand of his own hair, but today he slapped himself hard for a green tea b*tch.

Song Wenran looked up, refusing to let tears fall. His resolute expression was heartbreaking. Yun Yichuan saw it and felt a pang of pain in his heart.

"Song Wenran, you can't treat Yichuan like this. He is the real victim. If you hadn't cheated first, how could Yichuan have been drinking alone and mistaken me for you?"

Nánxīng struggled to get up, her eyes fixed on Sòng Wēnrán.

"You're lying, I didn't!" she retorted angrily.

"At this point, you still refuse to admit it? I have video evidence. Do you want to see it yourself?" Nánxīng was defiant, her chin raised arrogantly.

"Nan Xing..." Yun Yi Chuan spoke in a low voice, stopping her.