"Four years of marriage, and I don't even know what he looks like! Grandma, I think this absurd marriage needs to end!"

"Well... You should go see him once then. Divorce is always a matter that should be discussed face to face."

Sheng Xinlan, holding a gold embossed key card, arrived at the hotel. The lights in the hallway were dim, but they couldn't hide her clear and beautiful face.

"This is the room... It's strange, why meet in a hotel?"She massaged her throbbing temple, feeling her cheeks hot, as if a fire was burning within her.

Is the hotel's air conditioning that warm?

She stood in front of the door, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door. There was no answer from inside.

She lost her patience: "Anybody there? I'm coming in."

Perhaps it was her nerves, or maybe the alcohol was beginning to affect her, but her voice was a little hoarse.

Seeing still no one responded, Sheng Xinlan sighed slightly, adjusted her emotions, and pushed the door open.

The room was dimly lit, with only a lamp lit up at the bedside, where a man was leaning.

Sheng Xinlan tried to see his face clearly, but felt dizzy.

Her foster father's words echoed in her mind again: "That man is of high status. We can't afford to offend him! Behave yourself, if you drag us down, I'll tear your skin!"

The reason why she came here was not to succumb to the wish of her foster father, but because of her grandmother's advice.

After all, they've been married for four years, and since he's still alive, it's right to meet face to face.

She shook her head and continued to move forward, gradually getting a clearer look at the man's face.

The man had his eyes closed, apparently asleep. Warm light spilled onto half his face and intertwined with shadow, highlighting his perfect features as finely crafted works of art.

Sheng Xinlan was quite astonished. Was this her never-seen-before, sickly husband?

Four years ago, she was forced to marry Tang Cheng'an out of a gunshot wedding. At the time, he was still in the ICU, and the two hadn't even met.

Who would have guessed that not only had this man, once seemingly at death's door, survived, he had also grown incredibly handsome.

But what never ceased to bewilder her was what strings this sickly man pulled that caused the Jiang household such fear?

noticing Tang Cheng'an still motionless, Sheng Xinlan bent over to take a closer look at him.

Upon closer examination, she noticed he was unusually pale.

The man before her seemed to exert a lethal magnetism. Sheng Xinlan could not resist reaching out and gently touching his enchanting face.

"Hey, sleeping beauty, time to wake up. Wasn't it you who insisted on seeing me?" she whispered teasingly.

The moment her fingertips made contact with his chilly skin, Sheng Xinlan shuddered, a sensation of inexplicable warmth igniting within her. She saw his sexy Adam's apple bob slightly and inadvertently licked her lips, only then realizing her unusual behavior.

Damn, there must be something added to the wine!

Sheng Xinlan mentally cursed, wanting to flee this trouble spot. But her legs felt as though they had been filled with lead and she was immovable. What was worse, her eyes seemed bewitched, unable to detach from the man's devilishly handsome face.

Just then, the man seemed to sense someone meddling about, and he sleepily grabbed her wrist.

With this touch, the drugs running through Sheng Xinlan’s system erupted instantly. Desire roared within her like a beast, clamouring to devour the delicious piece of meat that was the man before her.

She bit down hard on her lip, desperately trying to cling onto some semblance of clarity, struggling to escape his hold.

However, the man in his slumber did not let go, his grip surprisingly strong. As the effects of the drug grew more potent, Sheng Xinlan gradually lost her strength to resist and collapsed weakly onto the man's firm chest.

Her blurred eyes involuntarily fixed themselves on his chiseled chin and slightly parted lips.

In that moment, her senses seemed infinitely magnified. Every breath the man took, the intertwined rhythm of their heartbeats, were all incredibly clear.

The intense heat that consumed her body was driving her to the edge of sanity...

Suddenly, a daring thought crossed her mind: since she married him to ward off ill fortune, wouldn't it be reasonable for him to fulfil his husbandly duties and serve as her antidote now?

With the emergence of this thought, Sheng Xinlan's last shred of reason crumbled, completely overwhelmed by desire.

She crawled onto him like a mischievous kitten, her red lips gently covered his, and she planted a kiss.

Under her passionate yet clumsy teasing, the man gradually responded. In an instant, as if he transformed into a different person, the tables turned, and he flipped her beneath him...

A night full of passion.

The next morning, Sheng Xinlan groggily woke up with a splitting headache, feeling as though her entire body had been hit by a truck.

Who would have thought that this seemingly frail guy would be so impressive!

Had lying in the hospital for four years built up such frustration?

She struggled to sit up, and forced her eyes open.

Looking for a glass of water to quench her thirst, her eyes unintentionally swept over the hotel's welcome card on the bedside table.

"Mr. Zhan, we warmly welcome you..."

Sheng Xinlan's eyes went wide in shock, the drowsiness instantly scared away.

Thinking she had misread, she hurriedly grabbed the card for a closer look.

The words "Mr. Zhan" were clearly written on the welcome card in black and white, not "Mr. Tang"!

Sheng Xinlan felt a surge of realization hit her like a thunderbolt out of a clear sky—she had got the wrong man!