Chương 38: Don’t You Ever Betray Me

Biên tập viên: Nyoi-Bo Studio

That night, the grass was wet with dew.

Ji Anan's long hair spilled onto the pillow, and her cherry lips were blood-red. She looked alluring and mysterious.

Her porcelain skin was clear, and like a princess in deep sleep, a graceful aura emanated from her.

Tossing and turning in her sleep, she dreamt of the Su family's good old days.

The Gu family and the Su family had both been prominent families that were sworn enemies. Gu Nancheng had been in her world since her earliest days.

The enchanting mist in her dreamland was thick and opaque.

Ji Anan walked on a cobblestone path with her pale, bare feet. The entire road was surrounded by a sea of flowers. Tall rose vineyards shook back and forth in the wind, and their fragrance spread throughout the air.

[Qianmo...]

She felt a dangerous aura approaching her.

She didn't even have the chance to turn around before her body was thrust into someone's warm arms, and her heart started beating wildly—

She noticed a masculine scent and felt breathing on her neck. Then, slowly gravitating upwards, the man started kissing the back of her neck and her ear.

Lustfully, yet little by little, he started kissing the blue veins under her translucent, porcelain skin, as if in the next second, he would bite into her flesh and suck her blood dry.

[Don't always hurt me and then come to my aid. I can't handle it.]

Ji Anan was trembling nonstop, desperately trying to turn her head back to face him.

On his bare arms, there was a tattoo. The tattoo was of a pair of wings, a cross, elaborate vines, and her name, Su Qianmo.

[Qianmo, don't you ever betray me. I am yours, and you are forever mine.]

…

Ji Anan's forehead was drenched in sweat. Awakening from her dreadful nightmare and covered in perspiration, she shot up from her bed.

Her mind was blank for a few minutes as she regained her senses…

She had dreamed of him again.

Gu Nancheng was like a thorny vine that had taken root in her heart and, growing at rapid speed, the thorns threatened to suffocate her.

Every time she thought of him, she couldn't catch her breath, as if her entire body was trapped in his tight embrace.

Ji Anan got up to start doing her morning routine and sat in front of the mirror to start applying her makeup.

She was truly a frighteningly skilled makeup artist. To her, all the special effects makeup done in movies was a piece of cake.

If she wanted, she could easily use her makeup expertise to make herself look like a 60-year-old grandma and even realistically create wrinkles on her face.

Of course, she needed professional tools to make it happen.

Little by little, Ji Anan's fresh face was concealed beneath heavy layers of makeup. At that moment, her phone started to ring.

It was a call from her uncle, telling her that he couldn't help her father because there was a powerful force working behind the scenes that prevented him from doing so.

"I've done some research. It was the Beiming family's doing…"

Ji Anan was shocked, and that man's arrogant voice seemed to echo in her ears.

In S City, the Beiming family's power and influence was second to none. If he decided to intervene, then that meant she was forced to go to him to resolve the matter.

Her phone started ringing again, and in distress, she hung up the call without ever picking it up.

She felt a sinister aura approaching her, one that felt eerily similar to Beiming Shaoxi's.

At the same time, a car downstairs started honking nonstop.

Ji Anan ran to the window. Sure enough, a gray Bentley was parked in a vacant area.

A few bodyguards wearing white gloves faithfully stood by the car. The scene was the very embodiment of understated elegance…

Will opened the car door, and a somber man stepped out of the car.

He was wearing a double-breasted uniform with golden buttons and three stripes on the cuffs.

His distinctive aristocratic aura set him apart from the crowd, and he attracted the attention and awe of people passing by.

Ji Anan quickly ran to her makeup counter to put her wig on her head. He always came at the most inconvenient times and was extremely persistent. Here he was again, early in the morning!

As she thought about what had happened after he appeared at the hotel and on the plane, she began to worry. How on earth could she get him off her back?