Fatal Preference

The city of Nanyang, every May, always rainy. In the evening, the fine rain first breaks, the humid air is dense with thin white mist, even the wild roses in front of the hotel are dyed with wet decadence. In the back garden outside the private banquet hall, Lai Pretty leaned against the wall of the rain porch, looking at the handsome man who was chattering in front of her, a hint of impatience flowing from the bottom of her eyes. "So, you hear me, right? I am not going to like you, much less marry you. Regardless of how the marriage contract between us actually came to be, I advise you to dismiss the idea of marrying me before it's too late." The person who said this, named Shang Lu, was said to be a famous doctor with a high price tag. Lai Pretty didn't know much about him, only that the only bond between the two was a baby bond that was brought out of their mother's womb. It's a very commonplace story! Ri Pretty stood a little tired, slightly moving her ankles and sighing softly in an ethereal voice: "Well, understand." "Also, you don't expect ...... uh?" Shang Lu's words are still hovering around his mouth, as if he did not expect Li Qiu to agree so painfully, suddenly stunned. Outside the rain corridor again pattering down a light rain, tick tock the sound of rain beat on the banana leaves, crisp and melodious. Shang Lu was shocked back to his senses by the sound of the rain, and when he fixed his eyes on it, there was no one in front of him. He looked around, and the only thing left at the corner in front of him was the dark green skirt. ...... Li Qiu strolled along the rain corridor, through this corridor, not far away is a piece of glass rain viewing platform. The VIP lounge on the right is empty. Lai Pretty tucked her skirt and took a seat, looking out the window at the grey sky, but her mood was extraordinarily comfortable. In fact, she and Shang Lu are officially meeting for the first time today, and the doll's marriage that has bound them together for so many years is not at all a childhood sweetheart set-up. Even in her opinion, this marriage is of unknown origin, otherwise the family's attitude should not be so secretive. So, lifted or good, save future trouble. Lai Pretty was thinking, along with the weakening sound of the rain, she seemed to hear a cry for help. "Help, I--" It was not an illusion! That voice was so faint that it was barely audible. It was like it was being strangled, pleading with difficulty. Lai Pretty straightened up from the high-backed sofa and listened sideways for a few seconds before getting up and walking towards the open-air greenery garden near the rain-appreciation platform. The twilight was getting thicker, and overhead was a dark dome of sky, with furry rain falling silently. Following the intermittent cries for help, Lai Pretty bypassed the vegetation of varying heights, and at the end she gently plucked away a banana leaf, but the sight before her eyes was unexpected. Deep in the turquoise-coloured garden, under the octagonal pavilion, the man sitting steadily like a mountain in front of the stone table was clearly visible. In her twenty-two years of life, Lai Pretty had never seen any man who could wear black so handsomely and appropriately. Black shirt, black trousers, immaculate leather shoes, rolled up sleeve arm supporting the stone table, as well as the collar slightly spacious curvature seems to permeate the wild untamed. In this small space, Li Qiu could feel his powerful aura coming from his face. "Master Diffractor, I know I'm wrong, please ...... save me ......" The cries for help resounded again, and Ri Pretty shook her head, her vision wandered, and only then did she see a thin middle-aged man with an extremely pained face sprawled on the slippery green brick floor. Seeing this scene, she secretly said that it was not good, knowing that she seemed to have intruded into a place that she should not have intruded into. At this moment, the man known as Master Diffractor slowly raised his hand, slowly smoothing out the folds on his sleeve, and his low, magnetic voice came out, "It seems that you have forgotten the rules of the Southern Ocean!" The moment the man opened his mouth, Lai Pretty inexplicably shivered. She looked up at the drizzly sky and rubbed her arms, intending to return the way she came. Li Beauty had no intention of offending other people's territories, especially in this bizarre situation, and she was also unwilling to invite trouble for herself. The moment she had just turned around, a resounding sound of footsteps came from far and near from behind her, "Big brother! Are you there, big brother?" This voice was somewhat familiar, it was actually Shang Lu! Lai Pretty furrowed her brows, in a bit of a dilemma. There is only one path in the garden, surrounded by wet vegetation and sparse heights, there is no place to hide. Li Beauty weighed the pros and cons, and finally chose to wait and see what happens. At this time, the man under the gazebo lifted his fingertips without a different colour and instructed the bodyguard at his side, "Send him to the Dark Hall." "Yes, master." "Master Diffraction, don't, I really know I'm wrong, I'll never ...... again." The middle-aged man's voice begging for help was stopped by the bodyguard pinching his jaw and disappearing around the corner of the gazebo in the twinkling of an eye. At the same time, Shang Lu walked over with big strides and raised his eyes to see Lai Pretty by the pathway. He narrowed his narrow danfeng eyes, shook the broken hair in front of his forehead, with an expression of 'I knew you couldn't possibly die of heart', and mocked with a cold smile, "You really refuse to die of heart?!" Lai Pretty looked back at him slyly and asked regretfully, "I've heard that ...... healers don't heal themselves, is that right?" Shang Lu didn't think deeply about the meaning of her words, still holding his chin sarcastically and arrogantly, saying, "Yes, what's the problem?" Ri Pretty looked at Shang Lu with eyes full of sympathy, pulling the corner of her mouth in a word, this marriage ...... withdrawal can be too right! "Second Master, the master is calling you over." At this time, the bodyguard under the gazebo stood on the other side of the banana leaf and suddenly opened his mouth from a short distance away. Shang Lu glanced at Lai Pretty, snorted coldly, and took the lead in pacing forwards, his mouth still chanting, "Don't think that just because you ran to my big brother that you'll be able to keep this bullshit doll's marriage, I'm telling you, it's impossible!!!" The bodyguard standing aside with one hand propped up on a banana leaf, glanced at Shang Lu, and then turned his eyes to survey Lai Pretty, a hint of amazement quickly swept across his eyes. Just now, this girl, should be sarcastically saying that the second master was sick. But their second master, it seems ...... not to hear it, difficult to get oh! Lai Pretty naturally caught the eyes of the bodyguard, she nodded slightly to indicate, then paced over. Since the mistaken intrusion was discovered, she has no reason to hide. And if the man across from her was Shang Lu's elder brother, then she already knew who the other party was. The most mysterious man among all the people of the Southern Ocean, the Overlord of the Southern Ocean: surname Shang, first name Yu, character Shaoyan. As it turned out, it was him! ...... At this time, the pavilion around the rain-proof eaves have dense water curtains falling, like a natural rain curtain will Shang Yu cage in which, his body reserved cold and powerful aura also added a few sense of oppression to the surroundings. As Li Qiao's approaching, she vaguely smelled the smell of blood in the air. Not long after, Shang Yu took the towel handed over by the bodyguard, slowly and methodically wiping his well-proportioned and slender fingers, occasionally lifting the curtains of his eyes to survey Li Qiu walking in the drizzle. The girl was wearing a dark green waistband sleeveless dress, her shoulders and neckline fabric were soaked by the rain, outlining the perfect curvature of her collarbone. The line of sight upwards, is the girl's unperturbed pair of deer eyes, dark and clear, even if the footsteps of the green brick is still blotched with a puddle of blood washed out by the rain, she is as if she has not seen it, and her gaze is fearless and unafraid.