That night, she used the excuse of feeling unwell to sleep alone in the guest room.

  She was afraid that if she stayed in the master bedroom with that man for even a second longer, she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from throwing up.

  The night was dark. The wind, bitterly cold. Her tears, endless.

  The next day, she went to a top-tier hospital and booked a full gynecological check-up. Fortunately, there were no issues. Since then, she had consciously kept Jiang Yihuai at a distance.

  And he never noticed anything wrong.

  Of course, how could he? A man who was too full from indulging outside wouldn’t realize that the stove at home had long gone cold.

  Su Yumian: “I really think you’re disgusting, so could you stay away from me?”

  Jiang Yihuai’s breath hitched, as if someone had grabbed his throat. At that moment, he didn’t even dare to look into her eyes.

  So… she knew everything.

  The sky began to drizzle again.

  The cold wind howled, chilling to the bone.

  Jiang Yihuai stood in the rain, letting it pour over him. Like a statue, he remained motionless, staring at Su Yumian’s retreating figure.

  Shi Muxi rushed out from the rain, her eyes red as she saw his pale lips and shivering body. “Huai-ge, don’t do this! Take care of yourself, please! If you keep standing in the rain, you’ll get sick!”

  She stood beside him, soaked and trembling. “You’re standing here, but what about Su Yumian? She doesn’t care whether you live or die! Only I love you! I don’t want to break up! Please, let me stay with you, okay?”

  Jiang Yihuai ignored her, his eyes bloodshot as he pushed her away. “Go away!”

  Shi Muxi bit her lip, her heart sinking. “Fine, if you won’t leave, then I’ll stay with you!”

  Jiang Yihuai was trapped in his own world, deaf to her words and actions.

  He stubbornly stared in the direction Su Yumian had left, hoping—praying—that she would turn around. Even just once.

  But she didn’t. She walked away, resolute and unwavering.

  Drunkenness and cold overwhelmed him. His body finally gave in, and he colpsed in the rain.

  Shi Muxi panicked and rushed forward. “Huai-ge! Huai-ge! Don’t scare me…!”

  She ran to the street, fgging down a taxi. The driver, a woman, helped her lift Jiang Yihuai into the car with great effort.

  Back at the vil, she quickly changed his wet clothes, dried his hair, and tended to him without a care for herself. The family doctor arrived on an emergency call, hooking him up to an IV. It wasn’t until midnight that his face no longer looked as deathly pale.

  Half-asleep from exhaustion, Shi Muxi suddenly heard him mumbling in his sleep.

  She leaned closer and clearly heard one name—over and over again.

  “Mianmian…”

  Shi Muxi’s heart clenched as she recalled the moment he had emotionlessly told her they should break up. Her worst fear had come true. But she wasn’t willing to accept it.

  She had spent so much time and effort getting close to this man. She had worked so hard to push the ex out and take her pce. How could she let go so easily?

  Her gaze darkened as she looked at the sleeping man.

  Finally, as if making a decision, she bit her lip, took off her clothes, pulled out one of Su Yumian’s forgotten nightgowns from the closet, and slipped it on.

  Then… she carefully climbed onto Jiang Yihuai.

  Jiang Yihuai, still half-conscious, suddenly felt something soft pressing against his chest.

  A familiar scent.

  His heavy eyelids struggled open, and through the haze, he saw—

  Su Yumian!

  She had come back!

  Wearing that seductive nightgown he loved so much, breathing softly, looking as alluring as ever.

  This time, he wouldn’t let her go.

  In an instant, he flipped over and pinned her beneath him, kissing her desperately. His voice was hoarse and longing:

  “Mianmian… Mianmian…”

  You finally forgave me.

  —

  The night was a mess.

  The passion didn’t stop until the early hours. Jiang Yihuai finally drifted into a satisfied sleep. The next morning, he woke up, rubbing his aching temples as if needles were stabbing into his skull. Then, his elbow bumped into something warm. His entire body stiffened.

  Turning his head, he saw—

  Shi Muxi lying beside him. Both of them naked, covered by the same bnket.

  Faint red marks dotted her neck, her flushed cheeks adding to her delicate beauty. She looked thoroughly… satisfied.

  Jiang Yihuai shook his head.

  Memories of st night’s chaotic passion resurfaced bit by bit. He smacked his forehead in frustration.

  How the hell did he end up sleeping with her?

  Shi Muxi had been awake for a while. Feeling his movements, she slowly opened her eyes, blinking sleepily. At first, she looked dazed. Then, her face turned red, and she bit her lip shyly.

  She reached out, hugging Jiang Yihuai from behind. “Babe, you were so rough st night… I kept saying no, but you wouldn’t stop…”

  Jiang Yihuai frowned. “What exactly happened st night?”

  Before the heated memories, all he could recall was standing outside Su Yumian’s pce, watching her leave without looking back…

  Then nothing.

  How did he end up back home?

  And in bed with Shi Muxi?

  Shi Muxi’s eyes flickered.

  Two seconds ter, tears started falling. “Last night… You passed out in the rain. I took a taxi and brought you home. I took care of you for so long… I was going to leave, but you… you wouldn’t let me go… You held me down… I kept saying it hurt, but you ignored me… and then… it just happened…”

  She bit her lip and looked up at him, her eyeshes trembling, appearing heartbreakingly fragile.

  “…Last night… was my first time. You’re my first love, my first man… I just love you. I just wanted to be with you, that’s why I came to find you…”

  “But if you really want to break up, I’m not the type to cling… I’ll… I’ll leave now.”

  Saying that, she lifted the bnket, picked up her clothes, and started dressing, tears streaming down her face.

  Jiang Yihuai felt a pounding headache.

  As she lowered her head, the bright red marks on her neck stood out, silently accusing him. Her hands trembled as she tried to fasten her bra. She tried several times but failed.

  Her entire body was shaking, like a stray kitten abandoned in the rain.

  …Forget it.

  Jiang Yihuai sighed and relented. “Let’s not talk about breaking up for now. Just leave it as it is.”

  “Put your clothes on. I’ll take a shower and drive you back to school.”

  As soon as the bathroom door closed, Shi Muxi wiped away her tears and smirked.

  As for the evidence—the nightgown that proved she had seduced him first—she had already put it back in the closet before he woke up.

  Who knew?

  xiaoxingxing