Pure white Samoyed… a transparent glass greenhouse… flowers of all colors… a lake blue Bugatti Veyron with silver-black trim… a serious yet handsome recent photo of Dean… and then… Misha was stunned, there was also Ye Ye nestled in Dean’s arms, her face radiant with a sweet smile… one photo, two photos… and every subsequent one… the background… was either the study, the glass greenhouse, or every corner of the villa! Misha jumped up as if electrocuted! She let out a low growl, crying, clutching at her collar, pushing against the wall, slowly squatting down… The only feeling she had now was that the sweetness between Ye Ye and Dean had turned into a sharp sword, piercing her heart cruelly! It was easy to imagine that when Dean was working, Ye Ye would snuggle in his arms, taking selfies with her phone… and those dogs, the greenhouse, the car, they must be things Ye Ye liked, right? She thought there was no trace of any woman in the study, but unexpectedly, traces of Ye Ye were everywhere in Dean’s world, even the wallpaper on Dean’s usually serious work computer was a photo of Ye Ye!! Unable to bear such blatant humiliation any longer, Misha stood up and quickly left Dean’s suite, rushing to the other end, entering any unoccupied room. She slammed the door shut, buried herself under the covers, and muffled her sobs… Dean stood at the turn of the staircase on the second floor; he had long finished his call with his brother Lei Jie. He knew Misha was in his room and that she had seen the traces of his life with Ye Ye… but he didn’t think to hide them. Although he felt a bit guilty, he didn’t feel heartache… Instead, he was preoccupied with concern for Ye Ye, who had left in confusion… Her injuries hadn’t healed yet… Hearing Misha crying and running to another bedroom, Dean sighed in relief. He didn’t want to face her, not out of fear, but because he didn’t know what to say to her. If he went to see her in this situation, he wouldn’t know whether to comfort her or explain. These actions didn’t seem like something he would do. He knew Misha was a good woman, and he had once told himself that even if he couldn’t love her, he would take care of her, give her the best. But while he could give her the best and take care of her, he couldn’t treat her with respect and kindness in terms of emotions… Perhaps this was the sorrow of a marriage with no love, or love only from one side! — Once again, Dean began to question whether his decision to marry Misha was right or wrong! [From Passion to Burning Passion: Eighty-Four, The Inevitable Helplessness 1 (Two-in-One)] This chapter is a two-in-one chapter, genuinely over 4000 words, equivalent to two updates. From now on, I will basically upload a chapter with over 4000 words daily. I’ve run out of drafts; I need to start writing quickly! Hehe…
Nangong Xun drove the silent Ye Ye to Dean’s Imperial Hotel, with Simon Xu always following behind. The car stopped in the underground parking lot, and Xun bent down to lift the listless, silent Ye Ye, walking into the elevator. Simon Xu’s eyes flickered with a complex emotion, but he still followed into the elevator without stopping. The top floor was reserved exclusively for Dean and members of the Fu Ken family. Nangong Xun placed Ye Ye in Dean’s room. Since Ye Ye didn’t speak, he didn’t know where to send her. Simon Xu quietly leaned against the door, watching silently. Nangong Xun put Ye Ye on the large bed, pulled over the blanket, and covered her, who was only wearing Dean’s shirt. A faint light of tenderness shone on his handsome face, and his artist-like long fingers hesitated, wanting to touch Ye Ye’s clearly lost face, but after a moment’s hesitation, he let his hand drop in resignation. His well-proportioned eyebrows slightly raised, he opened his mouth and said, “Rest well. If you need anything, call me or Xu. We’re at the hotel.” Ye Ye looked up, met Nangong Xun’s handsome face, and nodded slightly, saying nothing. Simon Xu watched Ye Ye thoughtfully, then left with Nangong Xun. Facing the room’s silence, Ye Ye got up, feeling no desire to sleep, unable to sleep. Her mind was filled with Dean’s image and Misha’s sudden arrival… This was the consequence of her stubbornly intervening in Dean’s life, knowing he was married – awkwardness, embarrassment, loneliness, pain, no standing, no confidence, and an inability to vent her frustrations, a love she must suppress along with her unwillingness… Even if she was pure and selfless at heart, she still had to endure… And in such a situation, she had no one to confide in… Ye Ye leaned against the cold floor-to-ceiling window in self-mockery, the cold glass reminding her – this is the situation you deserve, what right do you have, why pity yourself? Wasn’t the agreement to leave gracefully after settling the bet with Dean? Now that his wife has arrived, why are you so shocked and heartbroken? Could it be, not just a little bit of liking, but you’ve already fallen deep? Ye Ye was surprised by her fleeting thought, her heart contracting painfully. No, how could she fall so deeply in such a short time? It’s just liking, like the liking of a first love, the liking of Longyu… not love… it’s not! No, she mustn’t overthink! She mustn’t be so quiet! She rushed to the bedside, picked up the phone in a hurry: “Room service, send a set of makeup, skincare, clothes, and a black wristband! Quickly, to the 50th floor… now!” She wanted to go out, to vent, to forget, to stop this absurd imagination!
Ten minutes later, there was a knock at the door. The room service attendant respectfully handed over the bag to Ye Ye. Anyone who could stay in the presidential suite must be no ordinary person, and both managers, Simon Xu and Nangong Xun, had specifically instructed that whatever the guest in this room wanted, they must provide! Ye Ye thanked her and took the bag. Twenty minutes later, an elf of the night appeared, with deep purple smokey eyeshadow, silver glitter spread across her eyelids and collarbones, purple glossy lipstick… Her long hair flowed straight behind her, bangs neatly covering her forehead… Black leggings, a purple crystal belt, and a black strapless bandeau top with a six-centimeter wide purple crystal trim tightly hugging Ye Ye’s chest, the length reaching the belt, with a casual vertical pleat at the bottom. The wound on her left arm was still there, covered by a black wristband hiding the white gauze. Although the wound was bandaged, it was from a bullet, and in just two short weeks, it hadn’t healed completely. Ye Ye shook her head, knowing that the Empire Grand Hotel had a top-tier bar… If she continued to stay alone in silence like this, she would be driven mad by her own thoughts! She needed to go out and release her loneliness and the fire in her heart…
