Temptiung My Fiance's Uncle

A Luxurious Private Club. "Do you know who I am?" The man was holding Alice in his arms, sweat beading on his forehead. Yet, just before the final moment, he paused. Alice murmured hazily, "Justin." A flicker of something unreadable flashed in the man’s eyes. Justin? His dear nephew? She was his nephew’s fiancée? "Honey, didn’t you always say I never let you touch me? We’re getting married tomorrow. Tonight, I’m giving myself to you. Do you like it?" Enzo looked down at the woman beneath him, his eyes cold with mockery. "I’ll give you one last chance. Take a good look—do you really know who I am?" Alice squinted, still dazed. She had deliberately downed that “courage liquor” her best friend had been saving for years. Top shelf, indeed—one sip felt like ascending to heaven. Even in her drunken haze, the man before her looked just like her fiancé. Laughing softly, she reached up and hooked her arms around his neck, then kissed him. "I know who you are. You're the one I really, really, really love." Enzo raised an eyebrow. He hadn’t set foot in the country for years, yet his three-years-younger nephew had already prepared such a dramatic “welcome gift.” Well, since she’d delivered herself to his doorstep, why not accept it? Consider it the first token of repayment from the Gu family. The Next Morning. Alice slowly woke up, feeling a strong arm wrapped around her waist. She smiled shyly. She had finally given herself to him. Thinking back on last night, her face flushed. Who would’ve thought cold and proper Justin could be so wild in bed? But the moment she turned around, her entire world froze. That... wasn’t her fiancé. He looked similar, yes. But it wasn’t him. Alice felt all the blood drain from her body. Who was this man? Flashes of the night before hit her like a wave. She shut her eyes in regret. How could she have drunk so much she couldn’t even tell faces apart? Still... with a face like that, and what appeared to be a height of at least 188cm... Alice suddenly wondered—do male escorts nowadays come in this kind of quality? Then she remembered—she was supposed to get married today. Wincing from the soreness, she slipped out of bed, only to see her torn-up dress scattered across the floor. Yikes, things got really intense last night. Her dress was unwearable, but his shirt would do. It was big enough to be a dress. She found a string to belt it at the waist. Just as she was about to leave, she looked back, pulled out her wallet, and emptied all her loose change onto the table. What she didn’t know was—just moments after she walked out, the man in bed opened his eyes. He glanced at the coins left behind—about two bucks. So that was it? He was worth 100 yuan now? Did she know how much his time cost—millions per minute? He tossed off the blanket, but then his eyes caught something on the bed—a spot of red. Thinking back to her murmured confession about “giving herself” to Gu Siming, Gu Qingcheng raised an eyebrow. Still, his expression remained void of guilt. After all, he had returned for revenge. Five minutes later, Lin, his assistant, walked into the suite and stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide at the scratches on his boss’s neck. “Enzo... you, last night…” But he hadn’t arranged anyone. And his boss didn’t even have that kind of... interest. Enzo was staring at a note and a red bill in his hand. Lin accidentally caught a glance at the note. It read, in elegant script: “Mediocre. Extremely mediocre!!!” Those three exclamation marks were soul-crushing. Alice was in pain. She couldn’t even walk properly. Lin’s mouth twitched. He couldn’t help it—he burst into laughter. His boss... got slept with... and got a bad review? Even after all these years working under Enzo this was something else. Enzo gave him a look. “Are you laughing at me?” “N-no! Absolutely not!” Lin panicked. “I swear I’m not—let me explain—” Enzo raised a hand. “No need.” “Thank you,.” Lin breathed a sigh of relief. But Enzo smiled. “You’re thanking me too early, Lin.” A chill ran down Lin’s spine. Then the cold sentence dropped: “Salary deduction.” Lin: “But President, you’ve already deducted my salary three times this month. I’ll have nothing left!” “No worries. If it’s not enough this month, we’ll start on next month’s.” Lin: How can a man say something this cold with a body that’s 36.5°C?! One Hour Later. The Wedding Hall. "Hey! You little brat, where the hell have you been? Get in there and get your makeup done—the guests are already here!" Alice raised her eyebrows at her stepmother’s nagging. How surprisingly considerate she was today—actually showing up to care about her wedding. Wasn't she the one who'd been dying for the rich family to call off the engagement so her own daughter could marry Justin? But Alice didn’t think too much about it. Though today’s chaos had been unexpected, she knew she bore some responsibility. After all, she had lost her virginity to another man the night before her wedding. To hide the marks on her neck, Alice told the makeup artist she’d do her own bridal makeup. Her skills were more than good enough. The wedding dress she slipped into was adorned with dazzling diamonds—the one she had chosen together with Justin. She could still remember the look of amazement in his eyes when she stepped out of the fitting room. “A woman dresses up for the one she loves.” That day, Alice finally understood the meaning behind those words. As she walked down the aisle, her father by her side, her gaze locked with Justin’s from across the stage. Her eyes shimmered with tears— She was finally going to marry her hero. Justin was her first love, the only man she had ever loved. Fairy tales weren’t all lies. Sometimes, a girl really could marry the man she fell for at first sight. “I’m entrusting my daughter to you.” Alice looked at her father, eyes stinging with emotion. He might have remarried, but he had never been a bad father. He had always treated her well. Justin smiled and took her hand like making a vow. “Don’t worry, sir. I’ll take good care of Alice.” Alice was wrapped in joy—until the officiant spoke: “Alice, do you take Mr. Justin to be your lawful husband, to have and to hold, for richer or poorer, in joy or sorrow, for all the days of your life?” Just as she opened her mouth to say yes, she saw a man sitting beside Justin’s father. Him? The man from last night? What was he doing here? Sitting next to Justin’s father no less. Was he here to ruin the wedding? The officiant continued, “Alice, do you…