"I heard that workers work on the construction site all day and night. They must be dark and strong. Tonight, he must satisfy you well? Sister, you must cherish this wedding night, hahahaha!"
The woman's laughter was particularly arrogant and overbearing. Wen Yan couldn't listen any longer and hung up the phone, afraid that the person taking a bath would hear.
Today was her wedding night.
In this rental room, less than twenty square meters, there were no guests, no wedding, not even a wedding dress, only a white mesh skirt.
Her husband was the lowest-level worker on the construction site. It was the first time they met. The twilight was dim. He only said, "Go take a shower," and went into the bathroom with his clothes.
For a woman, marriage was the most important thing.
Wen Yan's eyes eventually turned red, but there was no other way. If she didn't marry this man from a declining family in place of her cousin, she wouldn't be able to save her brother who was still in the hospital.
The moment tears were about to fall, Wen Yan took a breath and forcibly held them back.
No matter what, since they were together, it was for a lifetime.
Although the Leng family had declined, he was willing to work as a laborer, starting from the lowest level, which showed that he was a hardworking person. Her mother had said that a family depended on the management and effort of two people.
The sound of water stopped.
The bathroom door opened.
Wen Yan's body couldn't help but tremble. Her peripheral vision only caught sight of the man wrapped in a bath towel. Under the warm light, his wheat-colored skin looked even more robust. The water droplets that hadn't been wiped off slid down his eight-pack abs, and his perfect inverted triangle physique was simply breathtaking.
But thinking about what was about to happen, Wen Yan was so nervous that she didn't dare to look at the man's face.
A cool mint scent wafted over. The man sat beside her, his voice low and indifferent, "You must be tired too. Rest!"
Wen Yan mumbled an indistinct "Mm."
The man's long fingers reached out and turned off the indoor light, leaving only the faint glow of the bedside lamp. He lifted the quilt and lay down on the bed.
The room was silent, and one could even hear the occasional cicada chirping outside.
Wen Yan took a deep breath and slowly lay down. The space beside him was very narrow, and she could only lie on her side to avoid falling off.
A hand unexpectedly placed itself on her waist, its large palm, calloused and hot.
Instantly, Wen Yan's whole body tensed up.
The next second, the world spun, and her breath was filled with the man's cool mint scent. When she was put down, she was already lying on the inner side of the bed.
In the dim light, the man's deep, magnetic voice sounded, "Sleep."
She was slightly stunned.
She cautiously observed the man. He made no further moves. Was he worried that she would fall off if she slept on the outer side?
An inexplicable emotion welled up in her heart, and Wen Yan's heart finally settled. She closed her eyes to rest.
She thought she wouldn't be able to sleep in a strange environment, but in reality, listening to the man's rhythmic snoring, coupled with the fatigue of the day, she gradually drifted off to sleep.
The next morning.
Wen Yan habitually woke up very early and got up at six o'clock to make breakfast. There weren't many things in the refrigerator. She used the limited ingredients to fry two eggs and make two egg pancakes, and finally ground two cups of soy milk.
The kitchen plates were on the cabinet above. Wen Yan had to move a small stool to get them. As she stepped on the stool, she accidentally slipped and fell towards the floor!
Ah—
She closed her eyes in fear.
In the nick of time, the man's large hand suddenly grabbed her waist. She leaned into his embrace, her face pressed tightly against his chest.
Through the thin fabric, she could feel his strong pectoral muscles.
Wen Yan's face flushed. Still shaken, she quickly steadied herself.
The man, however, frowned and carried her down from the stool.
"Next time, ask me to do this," he said in a deep, sexy voice.
Wen Yan nodded shyly. Only then did she get a clear look at the man's face.
The morning sun shone on his face, casting a faint golden edge. His features were rugged and handsome, his eyes were dark and deep, and his wheat-colored skin was flawless up close.
He could easily outshine many popular young idols in the entertainment industry.
"Have you seen enough?" the man asked with a half-smile, his voice magnetic and exceptionally charming.
Wen Yan's cheeks turned even redder. "I, I've made breakfast. Let's eat."
Wen Yan thought she had made too much breakfast, but the man had an unexpectedly good appetite. In less than five minutes, he finished the egg pancakes. Hesitantly, she gave him half of her egg pancake. Meeting his probing gaze, Wen Yan explained, "You'll be working later, right? You need to eat well to have the energy to work."
"Mm," Leng Xunze said, not being polite. "And you?"
"I want to tidy up the house."
"Don't work too hard," he instructed.
Wen Yan softly agreed. Although they were newlyweds, their conversation was so polite that she inexplicably felt like laughing.
After the man left, Wen Yan began to tidy up the house. After cleaning, she arranged the items neatly, and finally pasted the wallpaper she had bought during a cheap sale. After doing all this, the dilapidated rental room was instantly renewed.
She was very satisfied. The sky outside had also darkened, and she went to cook.
She thought the man would come back for dinner, but after she finished cooking, she didn't see him. When she wanted to call, she remembered they hadn't exchanged phone numbers.
However, she often heard the Wen family say that he worked as a laborer at Biyuan Garden.
Construction workers often worked overtime, but it was manual labor. It wouldn't be good if he went hungry.
Wen Yan thought for a moment, packed up the dinner, and headed to Biyuan Garden.
Biyuan Garden was located in the Second Ring Road area and was designed in a high-end residential style.
When Wen Yan arrived, it was slightly dark, and many people were busy inside.
There were too many people here. Wen Yan looked around but couldn't find Leng Xunze. So, she found someone and asked, "Hello, master, excuse me, do you know where Leng Xunze is?"
The moment the person turned around, Wen Yan's expression changed immediately.
She almost wanted to throw away the food and leave.
In the dim night, the man's face looked even more terrifying. Upon seeing Wen Yan, the corner of his lips curled up, revealing a devilish smile. He said word by word, "Wen, Yan?"
Wen Yan clenched her fist and bolted.
But her wrist was suddenly grabbed.
"Let go of me!" she tried to break free, but couldn't.
"Wen Yan, we're old classmates. Why are you running?" Jiang Yaocheng pressed against her from behind. "It's been a while, and you've become even more beautiful!"
"Who are you calling an old classmate! Get lost!" Wen Yan trembled with anger.
Back in college, Jiang Yaocheng had pursued her, but Wen Yan had always refused. She didn't expect Jiang Yaocheng to get involved with her cousin later.