Imperial International Hotel.

Daybreak was in full swing, and He Congcong, rubbing her sleep-filled eyes, struggled to get up. She was about to reach out for the bedside alarm clock to check the time when a soft touch suddenly jolted her awake.

What she had touched was another living person!

Turning around, the exquisite features of a man on the bed came into her view. His enticing collarbone was faintly visible beneath the silk quilt. However, He Congcong was in no mood to admire him. She screamed and bounced up from the bed, clutching the quilt.

"Who are you! How did you get in here?"

Shen Fuyue, rudely awakened, opened his eyes somewhat irritably. With the quilt removed, his bronzed skin was exposed, splotches suggesting the wild night they'd had.

His just-woke-up voice sounded differently hoarse, "What? Amnesia? Last night, you weren’t looking this clueless.”

Last night? He Congcong pondered, her previous anger displaced with deep resentment.

How could she forget what had happened yesterday? It was the engagement ceremony of her lover of seven years, Shen Zhuzhi! Nothing could be more embarrassing than catching her boyfriend flirting with his female boss in the office.

And this man...He Congcong frowned at the man in the bed. She only remembered that she was at the Imperial Hotel for the engagement ceremony yesterday. She drank an entire bottle of red wine alone in the corner. Then she heard Shen Zhuzhi toast this man with his boss, Ailinda, calling him 'Uncle'!

"Un... uncle!" He Congcong felt like she was going crazy. She had slept with Shen Zhuzhi's uncle! Even though this uncle was as handsome as his nephew, if not more so, He Congcong could not accept this!

Resting on his arm, Shen Fuyue looked at her with some amusement. "Uncle? You were dumped by Shen Zhuzhi and still consider yourself his girlfriend?"

He Congcong lowered her head awkwardly. She felt she couldn't stay any longer, picked up her clothes from the floor, quickly changed in the bathroom and walked out.

"Mr... Mr. Shen, I mistook you for someone else last night. I’m sorry."

Just about to open the door to escape, Shen Fuyue's voice sounded again, "Have you forgotten your humiliation yesterday? When you were proposing to me and invited me here, you were rather bold. Didn't you say you wanted that kid to call you aunt forever? If you run now, your wish can’t be fulfilled."

He Congcong's hanging hand dropped, and while she was still processing all this, Shen Fuyue had already put on his coat and came over. He buttoned up his shirt with one hand and pulled her out with the other, saying, "Remember, I'm helping you out here."

Half an hour later, He Congcong stepped out of the Civil Affairs Bureau somewhat dazed, staring at the red marriage book in her hand. She had often imagined her and Shen Zhou's pictures appearing on it, but she didn't expect that she would end up marrying this man whom she had met only once.

"Let's go." Shen Fuyue, with a smile on his face, put away his marriage certificate and said.

Completely out of sorts, He Congcong was once again pulled by him into the car. This time, the car stopped in front of an old house.

By the time He Congcong realized where this was, it was too late. Shen Fengyue, who was reading the newspaper, gave her a thorough once-over, and then asked, "Who's she?"

Shen Fuyue sat down and, crossing his legs, replied casually, "My wife."