After getting the marriage certificate, she was spoiled by her rich husband

The next morning, bright sunlight poured in through the window like a golden beam of light, gently illuminating every corner of the room.

Su Qianman's eyelids trembled slightly, like petals dancing in the wind, and she slowly opened her eyes.

When her eyes fell on this strange room, a strange feeling suddenly surged in her heart, as if a huge rock was suddenly thrown into the calm lake, splashing ripples.

Her heart was in a state of panic, and countless questions flashed through her mind: "Where is this? Why am I here..."

She quickly turned her head like an alert little animal, looking around anxiously.

However, the moment she turned her head, a shocking scene suddenly caught her eyes.

There was a man lying next to him. He was sleeping soundly like a sleeping lion.

Su Qianman's eyes widened, her face full of astonishment, and her mind began to frantically recall what happened last night.

Suddenly, some fragmented fragments of memory flashed back.

After drinking that glass of wine, I lost consciousness...

What's next? Oh my god!

The scenes of my intimacy with the man flooded into my mind like a tide.

"Ahhh, I must be crazy. I actually took the initiative to..."

Su Qianman exclaimed in her heart, regret and self-blame intertwined.

She couldn't accept that she had done such a crazy thing. If time wasn't tight, she would have cursed herself a thousand times in her heart.

She sat up in panic, her heart beating faster and faster, pounding in her chest like a drum.

He clutched the quilt tightly with both hands, his face was as pale as paper, completely bloodless.

She didn't dare to delay for even a second, and got out of bed in a hurry, completely ignoring the pain coming from her lower body.

He stumbled into his clothes and ran out of the room with unsteady steps.

The moment she left the room, she couldn't help but look back and gaze at the still sleeping man again.

The man's facial features seemed to be carefully carved by a master sculptor, with clear and deep lines. His tightly closed eyes were like a deep pool. Under his high nose bridge, his lips were slightly upturned. His hair was scattered messily on the pillow, but it did not affect his handsome face at all.

Su Qianman's heart was filled with confusion and fear. She murmured to herself, "Who is this man? Oh my god, I deserved to die last night."

She just felt that the whole world became so strange and terrifying, as if she had fallen into an absurd and bizarre vortex.

Yes, she ran away.

The man was still sleeping quietly, as if the troubles in the outside world had nothing to do with him.

Maybe because last night was too crazy, he was really tired and slept very soundly.

After a while, the man's eyelashes began to tremble slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

When he realized that Su Qianman was not in the room, his brows furrowed slightly, and an indescribable feeling of loss surged in his heart.

He focused his attention for a moment, narrowed his eyes slightly, and carefully recalled everything that happened last night.

At first, a barely perceptible smile appeared on his face, a smile that contained a nostalgia for certain moments of the previous night.

However, this smile was only short-lived and was instantly replaced by a face full of dissatisfaction and anger.

He frowned tightly, pursed his lips slightly, and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "Damn it!"

The voice was filled with annoyance and resentment.

There was a flame of anger burning in his eyes, as if he was denouncing the woman for her actions.

"After treating me so rudely last night, you actually ran away secretly?" He shouted angrily in his heart.

His fists clenched unconsciously, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged and beat vigorously, as if venting his inner excitement.

At this moment, he was completely shrouded in dissatisfaction and could hardly break free.

Suddenly, a gentle knock on the door broke the originally angry atmosphere.

Special Assistant Liu gently pushed the door open and walked in. An ambiguous atmosphere mixed with the aftermath of pleasure hit him in the face.

He frowned slightly, and his eyes involuntarily glanced around the room quickly.

What caught my eye was the messy bed and the clothes scattered everywhere, as if telling of last night's passion.

His heartbeat quickened slightly, and he instantly understood everything that happened in the room, but he didn't dare let any flaw in his expression.

He took a deep breath and reported to Leng Xiaochen respectfully and seriously: "President, what happened last night was done by the young lady's sister Su Qianyi."

Leng Xiaochen's voice was as cold as ice, and he said coldly: "Okay, I understand."

Assistant Liu hesitated for a moment and continued to ask: "How to deal with them?"

Leng Xiaochen's eyes flashed with determination, and he said coldly: "Teach those three people a lesson and warn them that if they dare to touch the young lady of the Leng family again, they will be killed without a burial place."

"Then...what about Su Qianyi?"

"Send all this evidence to her."

However, Special Assistant Liu was full of doubts. He really didn't know who to send the evidence to, so he timidly asked, "Who?"

At this moment, anger began to appear on Leng Xiaochen's face, and his voice was filled with suppressed anger, "Young Madam."

"Okay, got it."

Listening to this angry voice, Special Assistant Liu was filled with a desire to survive.

Although Leng Xiaochen is a little angry with her now, he still cares about her and is willing to stand in her shoes and consider her.

At present, the two have not yet married, so Leng Xiaochen feels it is inconvenient to directly interfere in Su Qianman's family affairs.

Because of this, he wanted to send all the evidence to Su Qianman and let her deal with it personally.

After all, Su Qianyi is Su Qianman's sister, so it would be more appropriate for her to handle it.

"Go prepare a set of clothes for me. I need to take a shower."

Leng Xiaochen spoke expressionlessly, his cold tone leaving no room for doubt.

Assistant Liu replied respectfully: "Yes, President."

Afterwards, Special Assistant Liu quietly walked out of the room and carefully closed the door.

Leng Xiaochen pulled back the quilt and was about to get out of bed, but his eyes were attracted by the dried bloodstains on the white sheets.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, a faint smile appeared on his face, and he thought to himself: "She was really passionate and charming last night."

There was a sound of water splashing in the bathroom, and the air was filled with mist, like a layer of gauze.

Leng Xiaochen's broad shoulders were faintly visible in the mist, his strong muscle lines were smooth and natural. The water slid down his hair, dripped onto his muscular chest muscles, and then flowed down along his strong abdominal muscles.

He looked down at his body. His chest and thighs were full of traces of passion, and a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

Ten minutes later, he came out of the bathroom and quickly put on the clothes prepared by Assistant Liu.

The straight shirt wrapped around his muscular body, and the trousers showed off his slender legs, making him look energetic.

Leng Xiaochen walked out of the room with steady steps. Special Assistant Liu was already waiting there.

They walked together with firm steps towards the company.

The sun shines on them in the early morning.

Leng Xiaochen's figure appeared particularly tall and straight in the light and shadow, and his steps were full of confidence and determination, as if the whole world was under his control.