Marrying a powerful man: The third master is wild and untamable

The sun sank below the horizon.

As darkness envelopes the city of Yanjing, the lights of the bustling streets begin to light up. Colorful signboards can be seen everywhere on this street filled with hotels, restaurants, dance halls, and theaters, and everything is bustling with lights and entertainment.

Shen Xiuwan woke up alone in the room.

The light outside the window faintly hit the floor. She lay in the light. It was silent. She could vaguely hear the laughter and noise outside through the window.

Cornell did not call the hospital for her.

Probably frightened by her bleeding, he didn't want to cause trouble, so he ran away.

Shen Xiuwan's lips were pale and chapped, and her complexion was as white as gold paper.

The smell of blood lingered at the tip of her nose, and her stomach was still aching. The pain was like maggots in the tarsal bones, as if someone was constantly stirring and teasing her internal organs with wires, which made her feel a sense of irritation all over her body. The illusion of rust.

She reluctantly curled up, reached out and tugged at her clothes. Through the light outside the window, she saw the blood stained the dress underneath her. The red and black blood dried and stuck to the floor, seeping deeply into the blood. in the gap.

She reached out her hand blankly and picked at the blood stain with her nails.

The child she knew was gone.

In this strange room, on this cold night, it was lost quietly.

Tears fell from the corners of her eyes. She closed her eyes and cried silently in the darkness.

The lights outside the window flashed wildly, and the night market was as intoxicating as ever.

The too bright and dazzling lights obscured the night sky.

There is no moon and no stars tonight.

Shen Xiuwan felt like a lost cloud, drifting from the south of the Yangtze River to the far north. She could not find a place to stay in this strange and trendy city.

She wanted to go home.

She wanted to go back to the bed that her grandfather carved for her, put down the curtains, hide under the quilt and cry hard.

When she woke up again, she was still the carefree little girl who was held in the palm of her grandfather's hand and doted on.

She can still wear the cheongsam and embroidered shoes she saved up to buy, proudly run into the alley market, and buy a bagful of water chestnuts and crabapple cakes with the two cents her mother gave her.

In her hometown, there were many young men who liked her.

They would buy candied haws to make her happy, they would climb up the wall and make funny faces to make her happy, they would take her on a awning boat to the countryside to pick peanuts, just like the Bai brothers showed their attentiveness to Zhou Cibai.

She was also loved by many people.

She never wanted to fall in love with Jincheng again.

Fu Jincheng's figure passed through his mind.

Shen Xiuwan suddenly broke down and cried loudly.

The cry was so sad and desperate that it was heartbreaking.

Every sound is love, every sound is hate.

The cold night is long.

Shen Xiuwan didn't know how long it took before she finally couldn't cry anymore.

Her eyes were sore and painful, but she seemed unable to shed any more tears.

She numbly crawled to the window and pushed open the closed window.

This is the sixth floor of the hotel.

The road below was busy with traffic, and the dignitaries and celebrities drove by in their cars, busy heading to tonight's banquet and entertainment.

The wind blowing in front of her face brought a biting chill, rolling up Shen Xiuwan's long disheveled hair, revealing her pointed, pale little face with dried tears. The lights on the street were reflected in her almond-shaped eyes, and her pupils were dim and emotionless, as if she had lost her soul. Children are average.

A few fine snowflakes drifted in the night sky, as light as catkins.

Snowflakes fell on the back of her hands, and she seemed not to feel the cold, just looking at Yanjing City at night quietly.

Her slender fingers pressed tightly on the window sill. For a moment, she had the urge to jump down. She wondered if Jincheng would really look at her and be emotionally affected by her only if she died?

But she didn't think so.

In his heart, she was a baggage that he wanted to abandon, a worthless weed. How can a person be sad about the withering of weeds?

From the Yanjing Hotel on the opposite corner, warm applause suddenly came.

Shen Xiuwan looked over blankly, her pupils narrowing slightly.

Across the street and the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, she saw the banquet hall upstairs with its bright lights and the dignitaries and celebrities from Yanjing gathered around a young man and woman.

It's Jincheng and Zhou Cibai.

They are celebrating a birthday.

As Zhou Cibai cut the exquisite and beautiful three-layer birthday cake, the people around her applauded and wished her a happy birthday. The joyful atmosphere seemed to be about to melt away this cold winter.

Zhou Cibai is the protagonist tonight. She is wearing a bright red evening dress and an expensive sapphire necklace. Her waist is soft and soft. Jincheng's hand is covering her waist. They look so perfect for each other. .

She snuggled into Jincheng's arms and looked up at him, her eyebrows arched with happiness.

Across the street corner, snowflakes fell on Shen Xiuwan's eyelashes and lips.

Her face, which had lost so much blood, was paler than snowflakes.

She had a new scar on her forehead because she bumped into the corner of the bed during the day. The blood stains that slid down her cheek dried and solidified, forming an ugly shadow. Her long and messy hair was mixed with white snow. She was obviously only twenty-three years old. The woman seemed to have gray hair at this moment.

She was alone in this dark and cold room, staring unblinkingly at the brightly lit hotel in the opposite corner. She felt like a poor person hiding in a smelly ditch, eager to spy on other people's happiness.

I heard that tonight's birthday party was planned by Jincheng himself. It turns out that he knows how to please women. It turns out that he knows that women like to receive gifts. It turns out that he knows that birthdays require cake.

It turned out that when he loved Zhou Cibai, he was so gentle, considerate and omnipotent.

There seemed to be blood flowing out from underneath him again.

It stuck together with the blood stains solidified in her clothes, making her feel uncomfortable.

She looked away and took off her dirty clothes expressionlessly. The cold wind blew in through the window, and the whole room was as cold as a snow cave. She sat numbly on the floor, remembering that there were no clean clothes for her to change, and then she started talking slowly again. Put your clothes back on.

She stood up holding on to the wall and walked outside step by step.

People are coming and going on the street.

Shen Xiuwan staggered to the middle of the road and was almost hit by a speeding car.

The driver rolled down the window and cursed her impatiently before speeding past her.

Shen Xiuwan's abdomen began to hurt again.

She stood in the middle of the road, her legs trembling, and she held her belly weakly.

There were honking and swearing in every direction.

She seemed unable to hear, and just raised her head numbly, looking dreamily at the Yanjing Hotel.

They finished eating the cake, and the men and women stepped onto the dance floor one after another and were dancing ballroom.

She remembered that she had gone to Bai Gongguan to invite Jincheng to come home and consummate her marriage. That night, he invited Liu Manling to dance in front of her. They danced one after another, and the movements of hugging each other's waists were both ambiguous and provocative, teasing each other. Touching the other person's heartstrings, not caring that she is also present.

Tonight, Jincheng was dancing with Zhou Cibai again.

They dance beautifully.

Shen Xiuwan suddenly remembered that she had been married to Jincheng for seven years, but he had never asked her to dance.

He despises her.

He doesn't love her.

Maybe in his heart, she is not even as good as Liu Manling.

Shen Xiuwan felt dizzy.

She finally fell back without any strength.

The last moment he closed his eyes, the dark pupils reflected the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the Yanjing Hotel. The golden lights looked warm and luxurious. The symphony of the banquet had reached its climax. In the silhouette behind the window, the corners of Zhou Ci's white skirt were flying. He stood on tiptoes and kissed Jincheng's lips.

Shen Xiuwan slowly closed her eyes.

There are no stars tonight.

The snowflakes in Yanjing City are flying all over the sky, like a grand dance.