CEO's Mistaken Wife

Jian Ran went downstairs.

It was the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar, and the moon was shining brightly in the sky, illuminating the entire world in a white light. It was as if the entire world was shrouded in a layer of white gauze, making it seem exceptionally light and transparent.

Qin Yue stood in the moonlight with one hand in his pockets, his back straightened. His gaze landed far away, but he did not immediately see Jian Ran, who was downstairs — thus, Jian Ran had a moment of quiet appreciation.

Jian Ran had been in the fashion industry for the past few years, and she had seen many famous models with different types of beauty. But unfortunately, no one could compare to Qin Yue's temperament, which was proud, reserved, and elegant.

Although she was unwilling, Jian Ran still had to admit that this man was the most perfect one that she had ever seen in her entire life.

Thinking of this, he was a little jealous of his dead wife.

Just as Jian Ran was in a daze, Qin Yue turned and saw her.

The man under the moonlight suddenly smiled like a glacier melting snow, warming the earth in spring.

He gently said, "You came."

Jian Ran's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and her mind exploded. The redness that had barely faded previously had once again crawled onto her face.

Jian Ran blinked her eyes in a fluster and turned her head away. She only hoped that the night was darker so that Qin Yue wouldn't see his expression.

However, the moonlight tonight was so intoxicating, it was so bright that it seemed like a secret could not be hidden.

Qin Yue smiled and walked over to Jian Ran's side.

The moonlight was beautiful, allowing him to clearly see Jian Ran's quivering eyelashes, scarlet cheeks, and the faint glimmer of love in her eyes. This kind of glimmer belonged to the shy Jian Ran, just like back then.

In the blink of an eye, he seemed to have returned to that year.

She met him in the vast sea of people, they knew each other, they loved each other, they snuggled together, they shared a lifetime.

Qin Yue couldn't help but hold Jian Ran's hand.

So soft, so... It was ice-cold. How he longed to be able to grasp it and live it forever.

Qin Yue suddenly turned his head around and subconsciously tried to pull his hand away, but the other party seemed to be determined to not let him.

Jian Ran was angry, and stared at Qin Yue. Coincidentally, the other party was also looking at her with a gentle and resolute gaze.

Such a gaze was too deceptive, causing others to be immersed in it, unable to struggle free anymore.

Jian Ran suddenly couldn't tell if this man was looking at his dead wife, or was he looking at … He himself.

This is too much, isn't it? Why did he tell her about his dead wife? Right now, her heart was beating like a drum. How she longed to hold the warm hand of a man and never let go.

However … He likes that Jian Ran, doesn't he? It wasn't him.

But now, her hand, was warm enough to enter her ice-cold heart and Jian Ran couldn't help but lower her head to take a look.

He had never been held by such a person. This feeling was very unfamiliar, yet somehow it felt somewhat familiar, as if he was holding her hand in this way before.

Perhaps this was how he used to lead his wife.

Jian Ran didn't want to think about it any further. Even if Qin Yue was using her as a substitute for his deceased wife, she would still accept it.

Anyway, he was the one who was being held here, and the one who was being held was him. Even if it was morning, everything would return to its original position.

Let him drown himself in his sight — just for one night.

Qin Yue held her hand and he held onto Jian Ran. Neither of them said a word.

She didn't ask where he was taking her, she only knew to follow him.

How wonderful. The night was dark, and the surroundings were completely silent. It was as if only the two of them were walking together, accompanied by only the cool breeze and the moonlight.

After walking out of the district, Qin Yue stopped in his tracks, looked down at her, and asked: "Is there anywhere you want to go?"

Jian Ran shook her head: "I'm not familiar with Jiangbei."

"Then listen to me." He led her to his car, a Bentley sedan worth millions of dollars.

He opened the door of the front passenger seat and allowed her to get in. Jian Ran got in and reached for her seat belt, but Qin Yue held his hand down.

He said, "I'll do it."

He bent down to pull out his seat belt and buckled her up. As he stood up, his face brushed against her pink lips.

As though she was electrocuted, Jian Ran felt that her lips were burning, and his heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it was going to jump out of her throat.

However, the expression on the man's face didn't change.

Qin Yue looked at her, and laughed sinisterly, then, he leaned forward, close to her, as though he wanted to kiss her, but stopped right in front of her.

The faint smell of tobacco on his body permeated her breathing. The tip of his nose touched her nose, making it itch.

Jian Ran looked at his nervous self, and felt like she was about to suffocate.

However … Qin Yue did not take another step forward.

Jian Ran seemed to see the hesitation in Qin Yue's eyes, and as expected, just as the light of hesitation flashed past, Qin Yue retreated.

Somehow, the disappointment in his heart came flooding in like a wave.

Perhaps he had suddenly realized that she was not his dead wife.

Her lips were still warm, but Jian Ran's heart was a little cold.

She didn't know that Qin Yue was hesitating because he was afraid that she would resist him. He had always thought about her, and even if he had to endure it, he didn't want to go against her wishes.

Qin Yue sat in the driver's seat, and then reached out and grabbed her hand. He pinched her palm and said, "Come with me to a place."

Jian Ran nodded.

Although her disappointment was still at the tip of her heart, she did not want to let go of tonight.

Qin Yue said: "Then lie down and sleep for a while, I'll call for you when it's time."

Jian Ran said: "There are still two or three hours until dawn, don't go too far, and still need to go to work early in the morning."

Qin Yue did not reply. Instead, he took out his mobile phone and threw it on the back of the car: "Are you willing to work with me for the whole day?"

Ever since he had accepted the Sheng Tian, he had never let himself get away with a day's rest. Today, he would be the one to act rashly and willfully once again for his Jian Ran.

Jian Ran looked at him. In his eyes, she could see that he was filled with gentleness.

He, a dignified Sheng Tian was willing to accompany her in this kind of farce, why couldn't she, a mere designer, do the same?

Jian Ran also took out his phone and turned it on, imitating his actions. She casually threw his phone on the back of the car: "Mr. Qin, you threw your phone away, let's drive away."

For the past two to three years, she had been living according to her father's wishes. After holding it in for so long, she might as well do as she pleased.

Qin Yue started the car, turned around and quickly entered the city center main road.

Jian Ran slept late at night, and only after sleeping for a short while did she begin to have nightmares. She barely rested for the entire night, and before the carriage had gone off for long, she fell asleep in a daze.

Strangely, no matter when she fell asleep, she would always have nightmares, but this time she slept soundly.

After almost two hours of travel, Qin Yue arrived at the most famous resort in Jiangbei — — Sheng Tian.

This was a place with many good memories of the two of them!