The Senna Estate, wedding night.

Ye Jingjing took a shower and put on an expensive silk nightgown. She sat somewhat awkwardly on the large bed with red sheets, her hands clenched tightly in front of her, her expression revealing her anxiety.

She married the man she had liked for fifteen years—Bo Chen.

The Bo dynasty is officially recognized as a business prodigy.

The highly anticipated wedding, the handsome and composed groom, a legendary love story between a wealthy family that spread throughout the city.

All of this is only to maintain the face of the two big families.

The purpose of this is to consolidate the relationships between the Bo family and the Ye family. In simple terms, what everyone envies as Mrs. Bo is just a superficial facade in a wealthy family.

Besides, he wasn't the one Bo Chen wanted in the first place, just a substitute.

But willing.

A sound echoed from the entryway. Ye Jingjing, hearing it, clenched her hands tighter, her nails digging into her palms almost to the point of numbness. The pain was so intense that she couldn't even feel it anymore because of Zhang.

The visitor is Bo Chen.

He seemed to have had a little too much to drink, his figure swaying slightly as he walked towards me.

The man quickly walked up, his refreshing masculine scent mixed with the smell of alcohol reached my nose.

Ye Jingjing held her breath.

He cornered her with a thin smile, his long fingers reaching up to hook under her chin. "Wan Wan, we're married."

Ye Wanwan.

She is her twin sister.

Three days ago, he left home and only left a note in his bedroom——

Mom and Dad, I'm sorry, but I can't marry Bo Chen.

That is why there was Ye Jingjing's stand-in today.

Ye Jingjing listened to his magnetically hoarse voice, her heart pounding as she lowered her head in shame.

The man's voice rose slightly, with a hint of alertness: "Aren't you happy?"

"No."

He subconsciously responded, even shaking his head in a flustered manner.

As soon as his words fell, Bo Chen let out a low chuckle from between his teeth. Soon after, Ye Jingjing felt him leaning closer to her.

His thinly sliced petals covered her, warm and making her heart beat like a drum.

Bo Chen kissed her.

From corner to petal, after a long and winding journey, a powerful tongue pries open a person's pearly teeth, toothless, hooking onto his tongue and entwining in a passionate kiss.

The man's other large hand at some point slid onto her waist, slowly inching closer and closer until she was pinned to the bed.

He let go, but the kiss didn't stop. Instead, it moved to his neck.

His large palm, calloused from years of work, traced slowly upwards along her waist.

Bo Chen's eyes were wide open, his gaze intoxicated by the warmth of the person in his arms.

Ye Jingjing's body flushed, her hands unconsciously gripping the man's shirt. She gasped for breath, willingly surrendering to wave after wave of his deep kisses.

But always... dared not respond to anything.

The man on top suddenly grabbed her two mounds, and his kiss had already moved to behind her ear. Just as Ye Jingjing couldn't help but let out a gasp —

Bochen came to a complete stop.

He was still there, his voice turning cold and harsh as he declared, “You are not Wanwan.”

After Ye Jingjing's Zhang uttered these five words, his face turned pale with fear.

I don't know where I went wrong, why was I exposed so quickly?!

Will the Ye family... also meet misfortune?

The man unconsciously loosened his shirt, her hand clutching the sheet beneath it, her eyes darting everywhere, not uttering a single word.

Bo Chen Ye Jingjing