Chapter 1: Jian Yao, Bigamy is Illegal

In the dimly lit corridor of the bar, a slender girl leaned against a man, looking up at his delicate eyebrows.

“Marry me.”

Not far away, the flashing neon lights of the dance floor fell on the man’s cold white cheek, half of his face hidden in the shadows, his expression unclear.

His gaze fixed on the girl’s flushed cheeks and hazy eyes, he licked his lips, which had been grazed by her, his voice low and husky, “Jian Yao, you’ve got the wrong person.”

He steadied the girl’s slumping figure and took a step back.

Seeing that he was about to leave, the drunk girl swayed forward, raising her soft white arms to block his way. However, she overestimated her control over her body at that moment, and with a stumble, she fell into the man’s arms again.

The girl’s delicate arms instinctively reached for his shoulders, her breath, carrying the scent of alcohol, brushed against his ear.

Gu Zhiyan instinctively reached out to support her waist, looking down at the girl in front of him.

She was still looking up at him, her eyes red, as if she had just cried.

Meeting his gaze, she forced a fragile smile, her voice soft, “Gu Zhiyan, I didn’t get the wrong person.”

“You didn’t…”

The hand that was lightly on her waist instantly tightened around her slender waist.

Half an hour later.

Jian Yao, clutching a hangover tea, sat huddled on the sofa, rubbing her head, which ached like a knife was twisting inside. Her thoughts gradually returned.

“General Manager Jian, Miss Liu has slit her wrists. Mr. Lu is in Shanghai now and might not be able to make it back for the engagement ceremony.”

Even though a whole night had passed, Jian Yao still couldn’t help but feel a pang of fear when she recalled these words, her fingers clutching the cup turned slightly white.

She and Lu Chengze grew up in the same orphanage. From their hazy memories to their youth, she had always followed behind Lu Chengze, taking his words as gospel.

Until high school, she was found by the Jian family and brought back to the Jian family.

And Lu Chengze was finally recognized by the Lu family and brought back to the Lu family.

Because she liked Lu Chengze, she used the resources of the Jian family to help him get business deals and investments, step by step, pushing him to the position of heir to the Lu family.

Everyone around knew that she was madly in love with Lu Chengze, but Lu Chengze held Liu Yiyi in the palm of his hand.

He even went to Shanghai to accompany another woman, missing their engagement ceremony.

He stepped on her and Jian’s face, trampling them mercilessly.

When she was eagerly preparing for the engagement ceremony, thinking that she was finally going to marry her true love, her childhood sweetheart, her fiancé, ditched her and went to Shanghai to accompany another woman.

What a joke!

Jian Yao felt like her heart was being squeezed by a giant hand, her blood congealing, making her suffocate.

She pulled the thin blanket tighter around her, curling up on the sofa, trying to grip the cup in her hand, absorbing the warmth from it.

The door creaked open.

Then, the lights in the room were turned on, the warm yellow light instantly dispelling the darkness.

“Sober now?”

Hearing the man’s slow and deliberate voice, Jian Yao’s body stiffened. For a moment, embarrassment overwhelmed the sadness in her heart.

She lifted her eyes to look at the person who had come in. She hadn’t slept all night and had been crying, her eyes were red and swollen, “I’ve always been sober.”

She had been drunk just now, although she couldn’t control her movements, her mind was indeed clear.

Never had she been so clear-headed.

The man leaned lazily against the door frame, his arms crossed, his posture casual. His voice rose slightly at the end.

“Are you sure?”

His long fingers brushed against his crimson lips, the crimson mark at the corner of his lips was particularly eye-catching.

Paired with his flawless face, it had a broken, alluring beauty that made one want to ravish him.

It was ambiguous and suggestive, with a hint of sensuality.

Jian Yao’s heart skipped a beat, she instinctively touched the bump on her head that had been bruised in the collision. Scattered memories flooded her mind.

In the chaotic corridor of the bar, there was music that stirred the soul.

She was thinking about the best person to help her through this difficult time, and she happened to see Gu Zhiyan passing by. In a moment of urgency, she reached out to stop him, but accidentally bumped into him, her forehead hitting his lips…

She even brazenly asked him if he wanted to marry her.

Although she knew she was serious, from Gu Zhiyan’s perspective.

No matter how you looked at it, she looked like a pervert who was harassing a decent man…

Jian Yao’s face flushed, she opened her mouth, wanting to explain something.

Gu Zhiyan had already retracted his fingers from his lips, lightly clicking his tongue, his voice low and magnetic, with a hint of breathiness.

“Forget it, you say you’re sober, so you are,”

He looked like he was saying, “Even though I was molested, but you don’t admit it, it’s fine.”

“…”

Jian Yao pursed her lips, feeling something was wrong, but she couldn’t find a reason to refute it.

After all, “the evidence is there.”

Jian Yao’s clear eyes fell on his slightly broken lips, and she blurted out, “We can’t just let it go.”

Her eyes were serious, she brought up the past again.

“Gu Zhiyan, marry me.”

From the corner of her eye, she saw Gu Zhiyan straighten his back, he reached out and unbuttoned a collar button, revealing his delicate collarbone, his eyes shimmering.

“Jian Yao, bigamy is illegal.”

He tilted his head, chuckled softly, the red mark on his lips looked particularly beautiful against his cold white skin.

“Besides, I don’t get along with Mr. Lu, aren’t you afraid of a fire in your backyard?”