Married to the Protagonist

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It was a scene of red lanterns and green wine, people moving and twisting.

Men and women alike were venting their stress, unrestrained in their heartiness.

Onstage, a song ends, and people underneath were cheering and begging for another song.

Chen Jinyao ordered a glass of light alcohol and took a sip before gradually shifting her gaze to the lead singer. Looking up, she moved her eyes to a certain compartment. Women aren’t always honest with themselves after all.

Standing next to her was Ah Tai. Yan Cheng had sent him to watch over her.

Even though the Er Pavilion had been ordered to rectify their behavior, there was no guarantee that a few people would come to play with less than pure intentions. With a bit of alcohol in their minds, a man could go pretty outrageous things.

In short, Ah Tai’s role was to prevent Chen Jinyao from being accosted by men.

Chen Jinyao sighed and beckoned Ah Tai closer. “Hey, go help me spy on things a little, will you?”

There was a moment of silence between them.

Ah Tai looked serious and said to her, “I think it’s better if you go personally.”

Zhou Xue walked up the stairs to the first private compartment.

There were multi-colored lights lit within the compartment. She took a seat on the sofa and the smile on her face had stiffened, but she was still watching Yan Cheng with her dark eyes.

She had indeed come to see him for Zhou Chao’s matter.

At the same time, there were other psychological factors as well.

Zhou Xue had confidence of her place in Yan Cheng’s heart even after not seeing each other for a few months. She had already gotten used to it. She had been using men to achieve her goals since she was in middle school, and a man’s willingness to satisfy her padded her pride.

She also took it for granted that Yan Cheng would accept any request as long as she asked of it, even if he had a problem with Zhou Chao.

But at this moment, under Yan Cheng’s false smile and almost mocking gaze, Zhou Xue felt her heart drumming and she unconsciously pursed her lips, tugging at the corner of her jacket.

Yan Cheng, “You’re coming here all thick-faced and expecting me to bow down to you? So what, you came here to scrounge some food off me for that useless cousin of yours?”

With her knuckles turning white, Zhou Xue bit her lip and lowered her tone, sounding a bit wronged. “Yan Cheng, you weren’t like this before.”

“I thought you knew what you amounted to.” The man leaned forward with his legs crossed, elbow on his knees and hand on his chin, narrowing his eyes.

No hint of emotion could be found in his voice, but it sounded a bit cold.

Zhou Xue was completely stunned.

Under the mottled light and shadows, Yan Cheng looked gloomy.

After a while.

Zhou Xue rubbed the back of her hand. When she looked up again, she saw a smile on Yan Cheng’s lips.

It was as if that earlier gloominess was just an illusion.

She gulped and could vaguely sense that something was wrong.

“Heh.” Yan Cheng sneered. When he starts putting in his weight, not many people can match him when it came to having a venomous tongue. “What, you really think of yourself as some goddess?”

“You really think I liked you?”

“Zhou Xue, did you really think I didn’t see through those thoughts of yours in college?”

He barely said much but Zhou Xue’s complexion had already turned bad.

Her face was pale but she didn’t respond.