Caught off guard, Ou Xueman stepped back and fell to the ground.
The woman glanced at her briefly before walking toward the villa in the woods, supported by Di Xihuang, who remained indifferent.
The morning sea breeze carried a chilling coldness, disheveling her hair and unsettling her calm.
“What are you still doing here?”
Di Xihuang had somehow appeared beside her. His sudden voice startled her, fear filling her eyes as she looked up at him.
“I…”
Ou Xueman opened her mouth to say something but trembled, unable to speak.
Di Xihuang removed his sunglasses, impatiently saying, “Come inside and meet my aunt.”
Thinking back, she realized he had never told her about his family or his past. She had been blinded by the sweet surface he created and her own romantic fantasies, completely overlooking everything. He seemed to know her completely, while she knew nothing about him.
Looking at his broad chest, which she once thought was a refuge, she now realized it was just a trap to draw her into his control.
It was only after arriving that Ou Xueman learned this woman had married the president of the Japanese Sakura Financial Group, Tian Muyi, to help Di Xihuang. All of Di Xihuang’s initial startup funds came from the Sakura Financial Group. Surprisingly, the woman’s original name was Di Ying, sharing the same surname as Di Xihuang. The reason behind this would only be revealed in the impending storm.
That night, while listening to the waves, she looked up at the sky, trying to find the celestial body she was fascinated by. However, tonight the moon was dark and the stars were sparse. Clouds obscured the last trace of moonlight, leaving behind a pervasive gloom.
Di Xi Huang had been in the study all along, leaving Ou Xueman unaware of his activities. His busyness allowed her to avoid the intimacy expected between husband and wife. She gave a self-deprecating smile, reflecting that besides holding hands, they had never kissed. What she once anticipated as intimacy had become something she least wanted to confront.
Perhaps the sea breeze was too gentle or the sound of the waves too beautiful; she suddenly felt the urge to take a walk. The night was deep, and she walked barefoot on the cold floor, unwilling to disturb the midnight tranquility.
