Chapter 14: The Man Offers Himself

Next to the Maybach, Qiao Chengxun patiently waited for his new bride.

His patience was almost worn away, but upon seeing her bid farewell to her best friend like an innocent little girl, for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to hurry her along.

Wen Meimei talked to herself a lot and only stood up when her feet grew numb, then she walked over awkwardly.

By the time she arrived at the car, Qiao Chengxun had already gotten in, and she hurriedly took her seat.

As soon as she was in the car, Qiao Chengxun immediately reminded her, "Don't touch me casually in the future, I'm not used to it."

"Oh," Wen Meimei obediently responded, without any sign of disgust or discomfort on her face. Like a suddenly tired kitten, she quieted down.

Qiao Chengxun's eyes turned deep as he looked at the girl's lifeless demeanor, and for some reason, he felt annoyed.

Wen Meimei was in a bad mood because... she had just gotten married.

There were neither blessings nor family members to see her off, and the saddest part was, at the moment of her departure, she couldn't find anything worth lingering for.

Thinking of this, she felt inexplicably sad.

Wen Meimei took out her phone and posted on her social circle: Leaving without anyone to say goodbye to, just like that, I got married.

She soon received a few messages from her besties.

[Plague] Married?

[Bullet Head] Whoa, Sister, you got married?

Wen Meimei replied one by one: Yeah, just got the certificate today.

[Plague] Who is he?

[Bullet Head] It's not that rich second-generation guy you slept with, right?

Wen Meimei curved her lips into a light smile and answered: Right, it's the man I've slept with, he said he wants to marry me.

"Marrying you?" the man beside her uttered with a hint of skepticism.

Only then did Wen Meimei realize that he had seen all that she had just done.

Her face turning red, she said smilingly, "I get married without a single relative to send me off, can't I brag a little bit to my friends?"

Her unintentional complaint became an unintentional thorn in Qiao Chengxun's heart, causing a nagging pain.

Even if it was a marriage for business, it was still a marriage after all.

Just like she said, on the day of her wedding, not a single person was willing to see her off, so she could only go to her neighbor's doghouse and say goodbye to a dog.

"If you have any other relatives, I'll accompany you to see them when we're finished."

"There are no more."

Qiao Chengxun was suddenly at a loss for words. Was she really that alone?

Wen Meimei put her phone away, yawned lazily, leaned against the car window, and closed her eyes.

...

When she woke up, Wen Meimei found herself in a completely foreign place—Qiaohao Garden, Qiao Chengxun's private villa.

The moment Wen Meimei set foot there, she was deeply captivated by the beauty before her eyes.

Beyond the luxurious and magnificent classical villa, there was an orchard, gardens, a swimming pool, as well as a basketball court. Now, as the sky darkened, dim, soft lights illuminated the estate, transforming it into a dreamlike paradise.

However, it felt a bit strange for a big man to live in such a place.

Qiao Chengxun, with his still solemn expression, walked up beside her and said in a deep voice, "Let's go inside."

Wen Meimei quickly followed, asking as they went, "Mr. Qiao, is anyone else living here?"

"A few Servant Jiadings."

"Your family doesn't live here?"

"They occasionally come for a short stay; they have their own places."

"Oh," she finished her questioning, her curiosity sated.

As they were about to reach the villa's entrance, suddenly a pretty girl in a pink poofy skirt came running over, "Brother Chengxun, you're finally back, I've been waiting for you for ages!"

Her coquettish tone was so cloying it was unbearable.