A gentle love story from betrayal to happiness

He Ning clutched her phone, a faint flush appearing on her pale face, restoring a glimmer of vitality to her ailing form. Tonight, she resolved to surrender her innocence to her fiancé, Xie Yihui. Xie Yihui had long urged her to yield herself, but He Ning had wished to reserve her first time for their wedding night, and thus had continuously declined his intimate advances. His unwavering support and meticulous care throughout her illness had deeply touched He Ning, leaving her feeling indebted. She had finally consented to advance their relationship. When the call connected, Xie Yihui’s rich, resonant voice came through, “Hello, He Ning…” He Ning’s heart raced, her emotions stirred, causing her to overlook the faint sounds of his labored breathing. “Yihui, are you free tonight? Could you come see me? I’m at the hotel; I’ll send you the address.” He Ning gathered her courage and spoke in one breath. The sight of her alabaster skin captivated Xie Yihui’s gaze, rendering him inattentive to her words. “Yihui?” He Ning called again, puzzled by the odd noises on the other end, but she did not consider them further. How could she imagine that her normally affectionate and considerate fiancé was currently with another woman? “Send me the address,” Xie Yihui replied dismissively and hung up. The woman draped her arm around his neck, her voice dripping with seduction, “Did your sister summon you?” “She wants me to go to the hotel.” Xie Yihui’s voice carried a hint of disdain and contempt. Were it not for the familial engagement, he would have long discarded the indifferent He Ning. His handsome features were marred by a trace of irritation, his usually gentle demeanor now tempered with a serious edge. He Man Ni gazed at his profile with rapt fascination, entranced by his every detail. Such a stunning man, with such a distinguished background—how could she allow her sister to claim him so easily? “She’s near death; why should she still hold onto you?” He Man Ni expressed her sorrow. Xie Yihui replied, “She still controls the shares of the He family. I need to go. Man Ni, wait for me.” …… He Ning, absorbed in her current happiness, remained oblivious to the betrayal and repeated infidelities between her fiancé and sister. She remained immersed in her dreams of bliss... After ending the call, He Ning sighed with relief, her face flushed as she sent Xie Yihui the hotel address and room number. Then, she glanced down at the stock transfer document in her hand. Her kidney disease had persisted for some time, and the doctor had stated that a transplant was her only option; otherwise, she would not live beyond three years. Fortuitously, her twin sister, He Man Ni, had volunteered to donate her kidney, demonstrating a resolute and touching sisterly bond. The surgery date was approaching rapidly. He Ning decided that, regardless of whether her illness could be cured, she would transfer all the He family shares to her sister. This sister, whom she had cherished for over twenty years, had wholeheartedly reciprocated her love. And for Xie Yihui, her only return would be her body and her boundless love… With a swift stroke of the pen, He Ning signed her name on the share transfer agreement, thus rendering it effective. She poured herself a glass of wine, gently sipping it, taking small, deliberate gulps. She was still quite inexperienced in matters of the heart. Without a bit of wine, she wasn't sure if she could muster the courage to take that step with Xie Yihui. As the wine warmed her insides, her face flushed a deeper shade, blooming like the vibrant flowers of spring... The blush spread from her cheeks, down her neck, and reached the base of her ears. The rosy hue accentuated her skin, making it appear even more delicate, like pure snow under the first light of dawn. He Ning slowly stepped towards the bathroom. Her slender, graceful legs eased into the bathtub, the warm water rising from her ankles to her waist, eventually submerging her shoulders, leaving only her elegant neck exposed. She gathered a handful of bubbles and gently applied them to her skin, anxiously yet blissfully awaiting Xie Yihui's arrival... In the depths of the night, the headlights of a Bugatti Veyron pierced through the darkness. Inside sat a man whose stern expression and imposing aura commanded attention. The passing streetlights cast flickering shadows across his sharply chiseled, impossibly handsome face. He was as striking as a deity, his features meticulously sculpted as if by the hand of God. His thin lips were tightly pressed together, and his brow furrowed slightly, a cold, distant frost radiating from him. The assistant driving knew all too well the torment his boss was enduring. Whenever he drank, his body reacted with a severe allergy, causing his blood to race through his veins at an alarming speed. In other words, each time he suffered an allergic reaction, the only remedy was a woman's presence! But because of his unmatched aversion to physical contact, he couldn't bear to let any woman near him. So far, he had always resorted to cold water to quell the fire within him. And tonight, he had drunk quite a bit! "Master Shen, perhaps I should bring Miss He, your fiancée, here… She is, after all, your betrothed in name," the assistant suggested, unable to bear seeing Shen Jingyu in such distress. “No need,” Shen Jingyu coldly rebuffed. He would rather let the flames consume him than allow any woman to approach, even if that woman was the fiancée chosen for him since childhood. With no other choice, the assistant drove him to the hotel. Shen Jingyu raised his hand, signaling for the assistant to stay behind; this was still within his control. He pushed open the hotel room door, impatiently yanked off his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, and swiftly shed all his clothes, revealing his chiseled abs. His powerful legs carried him towards the bathroom. As usual, a cold shower, followed by his extraordinary self-control, would quell his current condition. But as he entered the bathroom, he sensed something amiss. His sharp, narrow eyes lifted, and the scene before him tested the limits of his restraint. His body, which had barely begun to cool, now burned with even greater intensity— Through the mist, a graceful and exquisite woman sat in a bath filled with bubbles. A captivating flush adorned her face, enhancing the flawless white of her skin, while the curve of her body teased through the foam. Her soft red lips parted slightly, an image of pure allure. For once, Shen Jingyu, who was typically immune to feminine charms, found his eyes narrowing as a fierce, predatory gleam flickered within them. A surge of unfamiliar emotion coursed through him.