“That’s right, I meant what I said, and I absolutely won’t regret it.” Seeing his serious expression, Wang Xiaoke couldn’t help but laugh. She reached out, intending to tug at his stern face.

In the playful struggle, she ended up slumping onto him in a daze.

Song Yi looked at the restless woman in his arms, the corners of his lips curving into a smile. He leaned closer to her ear and coaxed softly, “Well then, my future wife, how about we book a room? After all, you’re drunk like this, making empty promises. Without some real action, your husband here might find it hard to believe you’re serious.”

“Mmm…” Wang Xiaoke wrapped her arms around his neck, her big, watery eyes blinking as her flushed face made her look like a human-sized cuddly bear. She clung to him, giggling foolishly with an adorable and innocent expression.

Seeing her like this, Song Yi’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and his gaze darkened. “If you keep lighting fires like this, you’ll have to take responsibility,” he said in a deep, husky voice.

“Alright then, hubby, let’s register our marriage tomorrow, okay?”

Hearing her, the man responded with a single word, “Okay.”

Wang Xiaoke planted a kiss on his cheek, giggling again like a fool.

“Those despicable Lu Ming and Feng Ning,” she muttered under her breath. Her words, though quiet, didn’t escape the man’s ears. His gaze darkened even further.

Wang Xiaoke’s vision was already blurred, her hands instinctively clutching the man’s clothes in a chaotic manner just to barely steady herself.

The man’s body was scorching hot, his whole being stiffened for a moment as she provoked him. With a pampering smile, he pulled her into his embrace and murmured, “What a little troublemaking seductress you are.

His slender fingers held her head in place, and Song Yi quickly captured her delicate lips with his own, giving her no room to resist.

“Mmm…” Wang Xiaoke, burning with heat, felt like she was about to suffocate when his lips finally, albeit reluctantly, left hers.

Wang Xiaoke was completely drunk. When she woke up the next morning, she was greeted by an unfamiliar room and white sheets. She blinked her dazed eyes, shifted her limbs, and felt sore all over.

Rubbing her temples, Wang Xiaoke turned to her side. The sensation of two bodies pressed closely together made her scream in shock.

‘Who are you?!

The man, lazily lying beside her, was awakened by her noise. Slowly opening his eyes, he naturally extended his arms and pulled her back into his embrace.

“Good morning, my dear wife,” he said in a low, husky voice that lingered in her ears.

Wang Xiaoke’s mind went blank, overwhelmed by the sheer amount of information to process. She froze.

“Let go of me! I don’t even know you!” Wang Xiaoke struggled desperately, ready to deny everything to the end, but she couldn’t break free from the man’s grasp.

The man’s slender arms held her tightly against his chest. He leisurely placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, his deep voice brimming with affection. “Since my dear wife doesn’t recognize me, it must be my fault. Let me reintroduce myself. My name is Song Yi, the husband you chose last night. Do you remember now?”

“Did I really say that? I don’t remember.” Wang Xiaoke’s eyes darted nervously, avoiding his gaze. Memories of how shamelessly she had flirted with him the previous night flashed in her mind, making her cheeks burn bright red. She wished she could dig a hole and hide in it. At this moment, she firmly decided to deny everything.

Song Yi’s sharp eyes narrowed as he persisted, “Really don’t remember?”

“Really don’t!” Wang Xiaoke nodded resolutely, her tone firm and definite.

At most, this could only be blamed on drunken misbehavior, right?!

“I see,” Song Yi replied in an indifferent tone, seemingly unbothered. “No problem. I happen to have a recording. Maybe listening to it will help jog your memory.” As he spoke, he took out his phone and pressed the playback button.

“Call me husband.”

“Mm… ah… husband!”

“Good girl.”

…

A deep, slightly breathless voice played from the phone, followed by a series of sweet, coquettish moans. Wang Xiaoke’s ears turned bright red as she listened.

“Delete the recording,” she demanded, utterly disbelieving that such sounds could have come from her. She reached out to grab the phone.

But Song Yi was prepared. With a swift motion, he raised the phone out of her reach and firmly refused. “No way. This is the keepsake of our special night.”

“My dear wife, you should listen to it a few more times. Maybe it’ll help you remember everything you forgot about yesterday. Otherwise, if I’m the only one who remembers our beautiful encounter, wouldn’t that be so boring?”

Wang Xiaoke was livid. “Beautiful encounter? Like hell! Whoever wants to remember it can do so themselves!”

But her arms were too short, and she could only flail her hands in frustration, watching helplessly as the phone remained just out of reach. She was so anxious she broke into a sweat.

“Wife, you should know that morning is not the time to provoke a man. If you keep moving around like that, I can’t promise we won’t end up doing something again.” Song Yi said, his other hand resting lightly on her smooth back. Watching her struggle amused him, and as her movements became more frantic, his deep voice grew slightly husky.

It was only then that Wang Xiaoke realized she was lying on top of him, and something beneath her was pressing insistently against her. Her face instantly turned crimson.

Wang Xiaoke felt like crying but had no tears. After clumsily climbing out of bed, she looked as though she’d lost her soul.

“Where are we going?” she asked blankly, still stuck in a daze, as the man dragged her into the car.

Song Yi looked completely justified as he replied, “To the Civil Affairs Bureau to get our marriage certificate!” He patted her head affectionately, his face full of indulgence. “You forgot? Didn’t we agree on this together last night?”

Wang Xiaoke thought for a moment. It did seem like something along those lines had happened… but something felt off.

“Wait… are you serious?” Her wide eyes were filled with disbelief as she stared at the man in front of her, as though he were some kind of rare creature.

Song Yi’s tall figure loomed over her. He pinched her flushed cheeks gently, his expression turning serious. “I never joke.”

“Wait, we’ve only known each other for a day. Don’t you think this is moving a little too fast?” Wang Xiaoke tried to phrase her refusal as tactfully as possible, hoping to avoid yet another awkward situation. In reality, though, she was the only one who ever felt awkward.

Song Yi’s handsome face darkened slightly as he frowned in thought. After a moment, he suddenly muttered in a low voice, “I see.”

Finally, he understands! Wang Xiaoke was overjoyed. Thank goodness! We can just pretend nothing happened and move on with our lives. How perfect—no more entanglements, no more awkwardness, and everyone’s happy.

But then Song Yi spoke again. “So all those things you said last night… were just lies to trick me into sleeping with you, right?” His voice was heavy and dejected.

“Wait, what?!” Wang Xiaoke’s mouth fell open.

The man’s mood sank even further. He looked like an abandoned puppy, his gaze wounded as he stared at her. Finally, he sighed and concluded, “You just wanted a free ride. You never intended to take responsibility.”