Chapter 1 Substitute Fiancee
- Every woman dreams of marrying the man she loves.
- I am no exception.
- Today, I married the man I have loved for twelve year, except that I was using my sister's name, Qin ZiQin.
- I and my sister had the same face. However, because of a hospital's mistake, I winded up in an orphanage.
- I did not return to the Qin family until three years ago.
- As an outsider, I never fitted into the gigantic Qin Family. Still, I sought after the promise of the parental love that have been absent much throughout my life desperately. I was extra cautious around everything in hope that I will eventually be accepted.
- First, it is because I love Zen. Secondly, I did not want to disappoint my family the first time they asked me for anything.
- Right now, it's midnight already, and Ji ZeYan had left right after the wedding without paying me any attention.
- Bitterness filled my heart as I studies the wedding ring on my hand.
- The sound of car engine turning off downstairs drawn my attention back to reality - ZeYan had returned. I hurried over to the mirror to fix my hair, and walked nervously out of the bedroom.
- Then I paced down the stairs.
- Finally I stopped at the entrance, waiting with slippers in my hands.
- Upon seeing ZeYan entering, my lips raised into a happy smile typical of a housewife. I placed the slippers next to his feet, "Zeyan, welcome back..."
- The mixed smell of perfume and alcohol shrouded my nose before I could finish my sentence.
- I frowned.
- Where did he go?
- The answer was too obvious.
- This thought filled my heart with sadness, but I kept my smile.
- When I raised my eyes again, he had already taken his shirt off. The warm bedroom light added a particularly seductive allure to his muscular figure.
- I turned around while my face went red with embarrassment. As I struggled with an apology, an arm reach over from behind.
- Faster than I could react, I was thrown onto the bed.
- Although the bed was soft, but the fall still hurt my back.
- Ji ZeYan glowered down next to the bed. Although his expression was hidden behind the shadows, his hostility still chilled me to the bones.
- He suddenly asked me next second, "What is your name?"
- I am not Qin ZiQin. My name is Qin ZiQi.
- However, I can't say that.
- Right after I answered, he bent down and gripped my hair, forcing me to look at him, "Qin, Zi, Qin, right?"
- It was until then did I see his face clearly. There was no warmth in those eyes.
- Rather, I only found hatred that seeped down to the marrow.
- When he spoke of my sister, a cavernous rage filled his black eyes.
- Even though it was mid summer, sweat still lined my forehead out of nervousness.
- My hair was still in his grip, so I couldn't even turn my face away. All I could do was nod while staring into those eyes.
- My heart has been in my throat.
- My acknowledgement only turned his eyes colder, "I hope you know what you are getting into. I am no Mr. GoodGuy after all."
- In the next instance, I heard my own red dress ripping.
- Then he ignored my struggle altogether....