No Entry for the Wife and the Dog

The hotel's room service staff stood at the doorway.

In his hand, the staff member held a clean black coat.

"Ma'am, when we were cleaning the room, we noticed your clothes had ended up in the trash. We've gone ahead and washed them for you." The staff member detected the ire in Ming Yao's eyes and chose his words cautiously.

Ming Yao directed her gaze at the coat the worker held.

She recollected tossing her coat into the trash bin while leaving the premises in the morning.

It was unmistakably an upscale bespoke black coat, a costly possession.

Accepting the coat, Ming Yao expressed her gratitude to the staff before stepping into her room.

She stared at the coat for a few seconds, and then an audacious notion surged within her mind, causing her eyes to widen.

Could it possibly be what she was thinking?

However, from last night—

Nestling in the man's embrace, she inhaled the fresh and invigorating scent of fir emanating from him. At that juncture, she found the aroma exquisitely fragrant, even possessing a hypnotic quality.

Not long after, drowsiness overcame her.

At that instance, she attributed her weariness to her head injury and her lack of familiarity with her new physique.

Upon awakening in the morning, she remained ensconced within the folds of the man's coat.

The garment bore the lingering essence of his scent.

Could it be that the man's fragrance facilitated her sound sleep last night?

Unfortunately, the coat had been laundered, rendering her unable to promptly verify her hypothesis.

If indeed it was the man's aroma that granted her repose, it would mean she was perilously close to insomnia's clutches!

That tyrant Gu, she presumed, bore a prejudiced and vehement disposition toward her. How would he acquiesce to her nightly embrace?

Moreover, the previous night she had committed to not seeking him out, even if she were in pursuit of a dog!

Ming Yao was disinclined to be slapped by irony so swiftly.

Nonetheless, she was equally disinclined to meet her demise once again due to insomnia. She recognized the necessity of confirming whether the man's scent was the catalyst behind her somnolence.

Drawing from her recollection, Ming Yao embarked on a journey to Gu Siting's abode.

Gu Siting inhabited the most opulent villa in Li City, known as the Royal Garden.

The villa's entrance remained guarded round the clock.

Ming Yao drove over with the presumption that the duty staff would permit her entry. However, upon spotting her, one of them uttered icily, "Madam, Fourth Master has given explicit orders barring you and your dog from entering."

Ming Yao was rendered speechless.

In their eyes, she was the dog!

His entire kin were dogs!

That despicable man!

Ming Yao wouldn't force her way in if he didn't permit it.

Parking her car discreetly in the shadows, she observed the villa's wall towering before her.

Two meters tall—a trifle for her.

Climbing over the wall, Ming Yao reached the villa's backyard.

Glimpsing at the reprobate's bedroom, she scaled a sizable tree at the rear of the courtyard, approaching the bedroom's balcony with the agility of a cat.

Casting a furtive look into the bedroom, she failed to locate the scoundrel. A faint sound of running water echoed from the bathroom—a sign that he was showering.

Ming Yao crouched and stealthily entered.

A pristine white shirt lay across the broad sofa. It presumably belonged to the scoundrel before his shower.

Ming Yao approached, lifted the shirt, and inhaled its fragrance.

The revitalizing and pleasing scent she had perceived the prior night enveloped her, somewhat alleviating her throbbing temple.

Her gaze wandered toward the bathroom. She could discern a vague outline of the man's tall and slender form.

His shoulders were broad, waist trim, and his remarkably long legs defied earthly bounds.

A mere glimpse of his countenance exuded a potent masculinity that evoked ripples of fascination.

Even though she had no personal interest in him, she conceded he epitomized the pinnacle of masculinity.

Resuming her gaze, she contemplated departing with the shirt.

Simultaneously, the click of high heels echoed from the entrance.

"Brother-in-law, are you inside?" A sugary voice resonated.

Ming Yao narrowed her eyes, swiftly concealing herself under the bed as Ming Guan entered the room.

Her attention was drawn toward the door, where Ming Guan ambled in, clad in a V-necked dress with slender straps.

Subsequently, the bathroom door swung open.

A man draped in naught but a towel about his waist emerged.

With damp hair still glistening from his recent shower, he displayed defined facial features. Water droplets meandered down his visage. His chest boasted breadth and firmness, muscles delineated with precision, and his six-pack abs stood testament to his sculpted physique. A trail akin to a mermaid's tail extended to the edge of his towel, epitomizing male allure.

Ming Guan's eyes widened...

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