1 Chapter 1 Unforeseen Betrayal: A Twisted Love Triangle

In the hotel bathroom, Wen Zhiyao was clad in a transparent lace nightgown, staring at the fallen man on the floor with a countenance colder than usual.

According to her plan, the man who should have appeared tonight was her fiancé, Zhou Yunsheng.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Minghai from the Zhao family suddenly burst in!

He'd been pestering Wen Zhiyao for a while now, she almost called the police on him before. Now, he was holding the room key she'd personally handed to Zhou Yunsheng!

Wen Zhiyao wasn't a fool, the moment the room key ended up in Zhao Minghai's hands, she knew something was fishy.

Just as her cellphone screen displayed a new message, Zhou Yusheng's voice, heavy with exertion, came through in a message. "Sorry babe, something came up. Can I make it up to you tomorrow night?"

Wen Zhiyao responded with a nonchalant "ok," just as a dismissive whistle sounded.

"Did you forget about me?" The man's teasing voice rang in her ears.

Wen Zhiyao turned her gaze towards the door.

There stood Jiang She, nonchalantly leaning against the bathroom door frame, a cigarette dangling on his lips, casually holding in his hand a rod he'd obviously ripped off from somewhere.

A tad uneasy, Wen Zhiyao used her hand to shield her chest and pressed out a stiff "Thanks."

"Just like that?" the man shot back, peach-blossom eyes indulging in the sight of the barely clothed woman, "I just did you a big favor."

Ignoring his lingering gaze, Wen Zhiyao responded coldly, "And what do you want in return?"

Even though Jiang She had knocked out Zhao Minghai, he was far from a saint.

A notorious playboy in Jiangnan City, a bastard son of the Jiang family, notorious for his idleness and womanizing ways.

The woman's frosty eyes and firm expression revealed nothing but wariness.

Jiang She mocked her, picked up his phone and swiped a couple of times in a matter-of-fact manner.

Wen Zhiyao's phone, which was on the washstand, vibrated.

A Whatsapp alert popped up indicating a transfer of 200,000 yuan.

Her expression finally changed slightly, "What does this mean?"

"What does it mean?" Jiang She smirked, leaned in suddenly, his free arm supporting him on the washstand behind her, shrinking the distance between them. His peach-blossom eyes locking onto her, dangerously deep, he spoke his vile proposition without betraying any external signs.

"I can give you what Zhou Yunsheng can, what if you sleep with me?"

Wen Zhiyao's fingers instinctively tightened.

Even though it didn't quite fit with her plan, at least her mother's medical bills would be taken care of now…

The only thing she hadn't reckoned with was her fiancé, Zhou Yunsheng, who was about to walk down the aisle with her, would treat her like this!

Two months earlier, the Wen family went bankrupt, her father committing suicide and her mother losing her mind.

Judging from these events alone, it wasn't surprising that Zhou Yunsheng would want to call off their engagement.

What she didn't expect was that the Zhou Family prided itself on its long-standing reputation and integrity, Zhou Yunsheng would resort to such despicable measures!

The agony of being betrayed by her lover seemed insignificant compared to the infuriating feeling of being manipulated!

All of a sudden, someone bit her earlobe. An unfamiliar tingling sensation spread all over her body. Wen Zhiyao shivered, and instinctively tried to break free, but her waist was held by Jiang She's powerful grip.

The man gritted his teeth, "What, thinking about another man while with me?"

Her rising body temperature made Wen Zhiyao frown, she tersely answered, "No."

"No?" Jiang She scoffed, his peach-blossom eyes narrowed into thin lines, radiating an intoxicating allure, "I hate being lied to."

The hand on her waist suddenly tightened, and the next second, Wen Zhiyao was pinned against the washstand.

If she lifted her head just a bit, she could see their reflections in the bathroom mirror.

"Not here!" Wen Zhiyao's breath hitched in panic.

However, Jiang She was completely ignoring her protests, his heavy breaths burning her earlobe, trailed further down, his voice growing raspy and consumed with lust, "You asked for it."

"..."

The next day when she woke up, Wen Zhiyao's waist was both sore and weak.

The quilt was soaked with the woody cedar fragrance of a man and a faint scent of tobacco.

It was highly invasive, just like Jiang She himself.

Jiang She was standing by the window, the cigarette between his fingers nearly extinguished. Feeling her gaze, he looked over, his light brown pupils seemed hardened and indifferent, giving off a certain coldness when looking at people.

Except for, when he was emotionally moved, they would darken like the deep sea, drowning anyone who looked at him.

Wen Zhiyao thought about what happened last night, her waist felt a bit weak.

But this was just a deal.

Wen Zhiyao composed herself, stealing a glance at the torn nightgown on the floor, she calmly took out the spare clothes from her bag.

Jiang She looked at the woman bending down, suddenly spoke, "It was your first time."

Wen Zhiyao's action of putting on her shoes paused for a moment.

She had tried her best to disguise, but was still seen through by Jiang She.

Wen Zhiyao lifted her head, returning to her usual indifferent demeanor, "Is there a problem?" she asked.

Jiang She's back was turned against the window, his exact expression was unclear, the only sound heard was his amused chuckle, "For a first-timer, you're quite lascivious."

Wen Zhiyao: "..."

She stiffly walked towards the door with a stern face.

Because she had been tormented by Jiang She all night, she now needed to go eat something.

Although she could order room service in the hotel, she didn't want to stay with Jiang She at the moment.

However, Wen Zhiyao hadn't expected that she would bump into Jian Keyan, her cousin from her aunt's family, in the restaurant. And sitting opposite Jian Keyan was Zhou Yunsheng, who had not appeared all night.

The two were intimately dining together.

Jian Keyan was acting coquettishly, letting Zhou Yunsheng feed her, the scene of Zhou Yunsheng gently wiping the residue from the corner of her mouth completely stung Wen Zhiyao's eyes.

"Zhiyao." Zhou Yunsheng also noticed Wen Zhiyao, he hastily withdrew his hand, "Why are you here? I was just about to find you."

"Looking for me?" Wen Zhiyao frowned.

Zhou Yunsheng seemed to be oblivious to last night's events...

Her gaze swept over to Jian Keyan, not missing the hint of resentment on Jian Keyan's beautifully made-up face.

"Sister, don't blame brother-in-law." Noticing Wen Zhiyao's gaze, Jian Keyan quickly put on a sweet smile, explaining, "I was the one disturbing brother-in-law, I didn't let him go unless he treated me to breakfast, it so happens that we can all eat together. Ah!"

She suddenly covered her mouth in surprise, "Sister, why is your face so pale, did you not rest well last night?"

Wen Zhiyao calmly sat down, said, "Mmm, slept a little late."

"Really?" Jian Keyan hinted,"I heard that Zhao Minghai seemed to have entered a room with you last night... Ah, what I mean is, he hasn't been bothering you, right?"

"Zhao Minghai?" Zhou Yunsheng's face instantly darkened, he firmly held onto Wen Zhiyao's hand, "Zhiyao, did he do anything to you?"

Wen Zhiyao felt extremely disgusted, resisting the impulse to shake off his hand, she coldly glanced at Jian Keyan, "Really? I didn't know that Zhao Minghai and I had entered the same room."

"Many people saw it." Jian Keyan relentlessly pestered. She keenly noticed some ambiguous marks hidden by Wen Zhiyao's long hair at the side of her neck, "Sister, your neck..."

Wen Zhiyao's face slightly sunk.

Last night Jiang She had gnawed and pinched her, although she had carefully used foundation to conceal it before leaving. But she couldn't avoid Jian Keyan's scrutinizing gaze.

Just when Jian Keyan was eager to push Wen Zhiyao's hair aside and investigate, a drawling voice interrupted, "Wasn't Zhao Minghai hospitalized by me last night?"

Wen Zhiyao turned her head, and saw Jiang She, with one hand in his pocket, tall and broad-shouldered, lazily walking over with his long strides.