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"You—how can you be so shameless!" Lanyou was at a loss for words, her face turning as red as a ripe tomato.
"Hahaha—" Han Yuming found her flustered state genuinely amusing.
"When you laugh... you look really... radiant." Seeing a rare, genuine smile on Han Yuming’s face, Lanyou was momentarily dazed. His smile was so dazzling—like warm sunlight—that it made her feel a strange sense of comfort.
"What? Falling for me already?" Han Yuming brought the car to a smooth stop. He leaned in slowly toward Lanyou, his eyes locking onto her shimmering gaze.
"H-how is that possible?" Lanyou didn't dare meet his eyes and quickly turned her face toward the car door.
"Is that so? Then... get out." Han Yuming turned and exited the car.
While Lanyou had been too shy to lift her head, they had already entered the gates of Han Yuming’s private villa.
Han Yuming’s grandfather lived in the UK year-round. His mother, heartbroken and spiritless, had passed away from excessive drinking when he was nine—just two years after his grandfather had taken him to England. Consequently, after returning to the country, he refused to live in the old Han family estate. It held too much pain and too many memories he wished to forget. Instead, he had bought this villa in the suburbs to live alone.
"Ah... oh..." Lanyou realized where she was a beat too late.
What was that just now? she wondered. She found herself unable to get angry with him. Her heart was racing like a trapped deer. Seeing that sun-like smile had made her feel happy—happy from the bottom of her soul. She really, truly loved his smile.
Every flicker of emotion on Lanyou’s face was caught by Han Yuming. He understood immediately: this little girl had feelings for him. Having spent so much time among women, he could read these signs with ease.
A woman is always a woman—forever the loser when it comes to love, he thought. Since she’s accidentally fallen into the trap, I might as well let her experience it: the agony of being betrayed and humiliated by the one she loves.
"There’s everything you need in the wardrobe of the second-floor guest room. Get changed and washed up, and I’ll take you home." His expression was much softer than before. Having decided to fight fire with fire, he knew he first had to make Lanyou fall in love with him. He was very confident he could do it.
"Okay, thank you." Her heart still hadn't settled, so she hurried upstairs just to get away from him.
The Purple Bedroom
There were three guest rooms on the second floor. Since he hadn't specified which one, and she didn't want to go back down to ask, she picked one at random.
The room was spotless, clearly cleaned daily. However, it was decorated like a young woman's bedroom, with a romantic purple color scheme. Has a woman lived here before?
The thought left a sour taste in Lanyou’s mouth. A playboy like him probably has eight or ten girlfriends, she thought bitterly.
She opened the wardrobe and found it filled with women’s clothes and various styles of sexy nightgowns. It seemed her fiancé certainly knew how to enjoy himself.
She wanted to leave immediately. The thought of Han Yuming and other women being intimate in this house made her want to flee this "filthy" place at once.
Lanyou simply found a set of clear bra straps to replace her broken ones and rushed back downstairs without even taking a shower.
"Finished so soon?" Han Yuming heard her footsteps and looked up.
"No. It’s too dirty," Lanyou said, her face dark.
"Too dirty? How is that possible? A part-time cleaner comes every day." Han Yuming’s expression shifted slightly as he moved to go upstairs and check.
"I’m not saying the room is physically dirty. I’m saying the air is foul. It makes me feel sick!" Lanyou said indignantly.
"The air? Foul?" Han Yuming was still confused.
"I mean, I'm not comfortable in someone else's room. I’m going home!" Lanyou didn't want to deal with this man who seemingly only thought with his lower body anymore.
"Oh... so you're jealous!" Han Yuming suddenly realized.
"I am not! It’s just... just that I find 'that kind of thing' disgusting!" As a woman who had only recently lost her innocence, she still needed time to process and adapt to such matters.
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