Proofread by Yin Jing

He thought she liked him, so he did not feel like forcing her to do something that she was unwilling to do, and naturally, he could not understand what her resistance was for.

His voice was deep as a tipple but sharp as a knife: “why did you marry me?”

“I…Ijust…I am not ready yet.” Ai Changhuan took his hand suddenly. It is not the appropriate time to leave. “Please give me some time.”

As long as she proved the relationship between Du Yucheng and Qin Zhan, she would leave, not showing up in front of him any more, and hoping that he could forget her as well.

The next day, Ai Changhuan was awakened by a loud trumpet call. It was her first morning in the independent brigade military area. Lu Zhanke had gone, leaving her alone on bed. Stunned for a while, she picked up the phone and checked the time. It was 5.30 am, but she could not fall asleep any more.

So she turned on her phone and started looking through Weibo to see if anything had happened recently, only to be surprised by the headlines.

The affairs between Ji Xingfan, the latest reputed actress, and Ye Chen, the king of screen, have become reel-to-real.

She clicked in, finding the number of comments has been tens of thousands. Some viewed it as a hype. Some remarked that Ji Xingfan was riding on Ye Chen’s coattails. And others were watching the scene of bustle. Of course, the more common situation was Ye Chen’s fans launching an attack on Ji Xingfan, criticizing her climbing to a higher level by means of man’s power.

Seeing those comments, Ai Changhuan could not help smiling. If Ji Xingfan wanted to be more popular, she could make it within minutes with the help of her wealth but not the help of a man.

She clicked on the photos again and found that Ji Xingfan could still be recognized though the picture was quite hazy. Subliminally, she took a deep breath, and even felt secretly worried about the paparazzi who reported this gossip.

She called Ji Xingfan, but there was no answering all the time. Was she really……?

What Ai Changhuan guessed was right, however, that guy was not Ye Chen but Bai Jin

Ji Xingfan did not get up until noon. As soon as she opened her eyes, she was directly slapped by someone on the face. Although stunned by the beating, it was still easy for her to recognize that the person who beat her was her mother Zhou Nianxin.

Zhou Nianxin threw a stack of photos on her face and said coldly, “Look at what you’ve done. You’re so capable!”

Zhou Nianxin was in a black suit, hair coiled, and anger surged over her plain face.

Ji Xingfan did not dare to talk back. When she quickly picked up the pictures and looked at them one by one, her hands were shaking. It was not the first time she was secretly photographed, but the first time with Bai Jin.

But fortunately, though their postures were ambiguous, their faces were not clear. And because the hotel was a members-only facility that paparazzi couldn’t get in, and they were not able to take any more pictures.

“Now the news is uproaring on the internet. Why are you so shameless?”

Ji Xingfan twitched the corner of mouth, scorning, “If I want to do anything with Ye Chen, why should I wait until today?”

Staring at her neck, Zhou Nianxin expressed a cold snort, “It’s your own business to humble yourself, but you can’t ruin your uncle Bai’s plan. Do you think that the Lu family wants a notorious daughter-in-law?”

Ji Xingfan suffocated in her chest, almost spitting a mouth of blood. Although she was good-natured, it did not mean that she could swallow her pride.

“You’re selling your daughter. Why do you behave so grandly? You have devoted so much for the Family Bai that you even exhausted ten years of youth. But what did you get? The number of women, whom Uncle White kept outside, I am afraid, is more than ten fingers can count. Has he ever loved you even for a second?”

“You!” Zhou Nianxin was stabbed in the sore point. She became furious because of the embarrassment. She slapped Ji Xingfan twice, “You can’t butt in on my business yet.”

With a taste of blood spreading in mouth, Ji Xingfan raised her head slowly, looking at Zhou Nian with pity.