Wedding night.

Wen Xian sat by the bed, a wave of bitterness washing over her, reaching deep into her heart.

Wen Miaomiao refused to marry Huo Jia's disfigured grandfather, so her father found a substitute.

After that, she was like a bride who couldn't see the light of day. Without a wedding or guests, she was brought into the Huo family.

For the Warm Family, hearts have turned cold.

Creak—

The sound of the door opening interrupted his thoughts. He looked up and met the man's narrow eyes, which held a sharp glint.

- Ho Zhihan.

My current husband.

He had a tall and slender frame, not rugged. His features were sharp and defined, with thin lips pressed together, like an eagle in the night, cold and aloof yet full of dignity.

His originally handsome features were marred by a scar that ran from his forehead to his jaw, adding a touch of ferocity.

Under his piercing gaze, I instinctively averted my eyes.

Suddenly, he spoke firmly, "You're not Wen Miaomiao."

The person in front of me is obviously more beautiful than Wen Miaomiao.

Wen Xian instinctively gestured to him with her hands.

Ho Zhihan frowned: "What are you doing?"

Wen Xian was taken aback, and only then did she realize he couldn't understand her sign language. She gave a self-conscious smile and took out the notepad she had brought with her, writing a sentence for him to see.

The next second, he saw the man's eyes completely solidify into ice.

He sneered, "What does Wen Zhenhua mean? Knowing I want Wen Miaomiao, he deliberately sends over a mute illegitimate child?"

The words 'dumb illegitimate child' caused Wen Xian to take a breath, slowly lowering her eyelashes.

Then, the woman was lifted up by the man. The man's cold voice was as chilling as winter water, "Do you think I'm so easy to fool, Wen family?"

Wen Xian's hand, tucked inside her sleeve, clenched tightly.

He's so angry, will he maybe kick me out?

What about the medical expenses for that grandmother...

Wen Xian wanted to explain, but under the man's cold gaze, she only felt her breath hitch.

In eyes that were gradually dimming, the man suddenly spoke, "I yield."

This is...

Left behind?

Wen Xian was first delighted, then she thought of what was to come, and her face slowly stretched into a grimace. Sweat beaded on her palms.

Huo Zhihan saw the hesitation and thought she had retreated. He spoke in a cool tone: "Although I'm very dissatisfied with your family, Li replacing Tao as the head, you have married into our family and must fulfill your duties as a wife."

Wen Xian gritted her teeth and, taking a deep breath, slowly pulled the clothes off her upper body.

Finally, completely ***, endure the shame, lie down and turn your face to the left.

A light sneer came from beside her ear: "I'm the one you serve, who attends to my baths."

With a sudden
'boom', Wen Xian's porcelain-white face instantly flushed red.

He suddenly sat up and got dressed, seeing the man coldly admiring his embarrassment.

A touch of anger flickered in Wen Xian's eyes.

Is this fun to play like this?

Ho Zhihan narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice deep: "What are you still standing there for?"

Withheld her breath and walked slowly to his front, she started helping him take off his clothes. When it got to that point, Wen Xian crouched down, her finger accidentally scraped his sensitive spot.

The man suddenly grabbed her wrist, getting close: "Are you flirting with me?"

Wen Xian was stunned for a moment, and shook her head.

Those clean and clear eyes were full of confusion.

Ho Zhihan stared, and in his mind unconsciously appeared another pair of clean and bright eyes.

The culprit who destroyed those eyes is Wenjia.

He gave a cold smile. "I wasn't planning on going after you tonight, but since you can't stand being alone, I might as well have it all."

(Editor in charge:historical romance novels)