Master Hong's Lucky Bride

Chapter 106: He is My Husband

Yang Jinyan’s posture was exceptionally straight, without a trace of evasion or timidity. When he met Boyan’s gaze, the corners of his mouth curled into a cold smile.

His honesty made Cen Shuang want to cower. It was just a test between businessmen. Yang Jinyan’s victory was clear. He did not hide his relationship with Cen Shuang and even subtly mocked Zhuang Hong.

Boyan raised his eyebrows. “Our CEO is not in good health, and our young mistress is especially concerned about him. She wants to share his burden. Are you envious of this power couple?”

In terms of provoking people, Boyan was superior. He was especially good at hitting people where it hurt.

Cen Shuang could not help but roll her eyes at him. Before Yang Jinyan could reply, she had already taken the initiative to stand up. She extended her hand to him and said, “CEO Yang, hello. I am Zhuang Hong’s wife, Cen Shuang. You can call me Cen Shuang.”

No one expected Cen Shuang to stand up so gracefully and introduce herself so calmly. Even Boyan was stunned. He could not help but cast a meaningful smile at Cen Shuang. Yang Jinyan’s eyes darkened even more, because this introduction was a clear indication of her attitude. Just now, when he said that he knew Cen Shuang, it became a joke. He did know Cen Shuang, but Cen Shuang had no intention of getting close to him.

His gaze landed on her extended hand hovering in between them. Yang Jinyan stared at it quietly, but he did not want to hold it for a long time. He knew that Cen Shuang was trying to cut ties with him. If he cooperated and shook her hand, it meant that he and Cen Shuang could only be ordinary partners. Yang Jinyan was disappointed, but he did not show it.

His palm was warm, and Cen Shuang’s lips curled into a smile. “I once regarded CEO Yang as an older brother of sorts. We studied together for seven to eight years. We know each other pretty well.”

Cen Shuang’s gaze was pure and clear, and her tone was filled with confidence and calmness.

Yang Jinyan knew from this moment on that the two of them could only be ordinary friends.

During their conversation, Cen Shuang drank two or three glasses of wine. Boyan ended up towing her out of the hotel.

Boyan finally sent Cen Shuang back to the Zhuang family’s residence. Lan Yibai and Zhuang Xinyan were waiting downstairs when they saw Boyan’s car coming back. Zhuang Xinyan could not help but take the lead and rush out. She took Cen Shuang from Boyan’s arms and helped her up the stairs. Cen Shuang was nestled in Zhuang Xinyan’s arms like a child. Her breathing was even and quiet, as if she had already fallen into a deep sleep.

In the bedroom, Zhuang Hong sat on the bed and looked at the laptop before him. He was watching videos and looking at photos of Cen Shuang on the exhibition platform. Cen Shuang stood confidently on the runway, listening to the praises she earned. She listened very seriously, and her face was illuminated by the lights.

Zhuang Xinyan helped Cen Shuang stumble into the room. Although Cen Shuang had tried to support herself, Zhuang Xinyan was still drenched in sweat. She placed Cen Shuang on the bed and carefully covered her with the blanket. Just as she was about to sit down by the bed, she heard Zhuang Hong say, “Leave.”

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Zhuang Xinyan frowned. She looked up and saw Zhuang Hong’s slightly sullen expression. She realized that something was not right. Before Zhuang Hong could say anything, she rushed out of the room. In the room, Zhuang Hong leaned on the headboard and put the laptop away. He turned to look at Cen Shuang, who was lying with her back to him.

Lan Yibai came over to deliver a bowl of sobering soup and a cup of hot milk. Just as she was about to wake Cen Shuang up, Zhuang Hong said, “Let me do it.”

Lan Yibai wanted to ask what had happened, but seeing that he was not in a good mood, she could only nod and leave.

The two of them were now alone in the room. Cen Shuang remained motionless. Zhuang Hong called out, “Cen Shuang, get up and drink the soup.”

He called out, but the person on the bed still did not move. Zhuang Hong bent down and picked Cen Shuang up. He let her head rest on his shoulder, but the woman in his arms still did not move. His long eyelashes cast a shadow on his cheek. Zhuang Hong’s vision darkened, and he said again, “Cen Shuang, wake up. If you fall asleep like this, you’ll only get a headache tomorrow.”

He shook her gently and finally got a response from Cen Shuang. Only then did she wake up slightly. Her eyes scanned the surroundings as she heard someone calling her name non-stop.

Cen Shuang tilted her head and asked in a hoarse voice, “Who are you?”

Zhuang Hong’s expression darkened and he said somewhat unhappily, “Your husband, Zhuang Hong.”

Cen Shuang placed her index finger on her lips and said to herself discreetly, “Shh... This name must be kept a secret. You must not tell anyone.”

Zhuang Hong looked at her drunk and blushing face and suddenly felt less depressed. “Why can’t I tell anyone?”

Cen Shuang smiled and whispered into Zhuang Hong’s ear, “He’s my husband.”

The fragrance of wine and her unique feminine scent filled his senses.