Financial reporter Zoey, known for her pride and icy beauty, and with a formidable business acumen, finds herself at the center of a scandal on the very day she and financial tycoon Barlen are to get their marriage license. An insider exposes her, claiming that she loves only Barlen's wealth and that their marriage is merely a product of her exquisite acting skills. Unaware of the brewing storm, Zoey and Barlen are in the midst of obtaining their license when the news breaks. Barlen, upon reading the revelations, 'borrows' Zoey's phone and promptly turns it off, facing the onslaught of public opinion with firm evidence in hand. Surrounded by media reporters, Barlen is bombarded with questions about his perspective on the scandal. He deliberately twists the narrative: "My wife, she doesn't just love my money. Could she possibly love someone else's?" The reporters press on, clarifying their query: "Do you mean she only loves money, not you as a person?" Barlen remains composed: "She loves my money, and I love her as a person. Is there a problem with that?" In a single sentence: He redeems her with all his love and warmth. How could I not be enamored with someone like you?
View MoreBarlen placed the bags properly and then made a call to his secretary, asking for pictures of some brand bags, specifically mentioning 'limited edition.'Unable to sleep, Zoey opened her eyes and glared at him, "If you're going to make phone calls, go to the study. You're keeping me awake!"Barlen set his phone aside: "If you calm your mind, you'll fall asleep naturally."Zoey shot him a look and buried her face in the pillow, trying to drift back to sleep. She still lay on her stomach, the blanket haphazardly wrapped around her waist, legs exposed and dangling off the bed.Barlen caught her ankle, placing it back on the bed, and felt her cold feet. He pulled out the blanket she was pressing under her and covered her properly, then turned up the air conditioning a few degrees.Zoey protested, "What are you doing? I'm boiling here!""Don't worry, you won't overheat," Barlen reassured her, putting away the remote, "Girls should avoid getting too cold in the summer. It's not good for you
Zoey woke up the next day after nine o’clock. She had fallen asleep on her stomach, monopolizing both pillows with her arms and coiling a leg over Barlen's abdomen, nearly pushing him off the bed. Her sleeping position, usually neat, had become more unruly since being with Barlen.Initially, Barlen was irritated by her bed-hogging ways, but over time, he indulged her quirks, though her bad habits were hard to break.Zoey carefully removed her leg from his stomach and shared half of the blanket with him. Barlen was deeply asleep, a rare occurrence unless he was truly exhausted. His biological clock was precise, and he was not one to linger in bed.Zoey watched him for a few minutes, noticing scratch marks on his shoulders and chest that she had left the night before. Rubbing her neck, she lay back for a moment before getting up to find a nightgown and heading downstairs for water.After drinking a large glass of warm water, her thirst was quenched. Her stomach growled with hunger from
The dormitory area was quite a distance from the north gate of the school, and Zoey walked for over ten minutes to get there.The effects of the liquor she had drunk earlier were now hitting hard. Her eyelids battled each other in a bid to stay open, her head felt heavy, and her steps were unsteady, almost floating.Close to midnight, the school gate was still bustling with students coming and going in groups.Zoey, her vision blurred, scanned around but didn't see Barlen's car. She stood by the flower beds near the gate, waiting.Her head pounded fiercely, and nausea churned in her stomach. She pinched her forehead, trying to clear her mind.Suddenly, a car horn honked, accompanied by a voice calling, "Zoey!"She looked up to see a taxi a few meters away, its rear window rolled down halfway.Barlen rested his right hand on the window, wearing a black shirt with several top buttons undone, sleeves rolled up to his forearms. His hair was loosely styled, less stern than usual.Zoey, in
When Barlen called, Zoey was in the midst of a confession. The noise around her was so loud that the ringtone of her phone was drowned out, unheard by her.The call continued. Barlen, listening to his phone, opened the door to a dark and empty home.After setting down his suitcase, he lightly touched a few sensors near the entrance. Instantly, the room lit up and the curtains drew close.On the phone, the music stopped. Zoey didn’t answer.Barlen, with his left hand on his collar, began absentmindedly unbuttoning his shirt, staring at his phone screen for a few seconds before texting Zoey: Asleep?Zoey, completely unaware of her phone’s ringtone, also missed the text notification.Suddenly being confessed to, she was caught off guard."Bob, Bob," someone whispered.Bob didn't respond.A classmate, impatient, couldn't resist kicking him. Bob, unsteady on his knee, nearly fell over in his nervousness, turning around abruptly in annoyance.His classmate gestured and whispered, "The flowe
When Barlen called, Zoey was in the midst of a confession. The noise around her was so loud that the ringtone of her phone was drowned out, unheard by her.The call continued. Barlen, listening to his phone, opened the door to a dark and empty home.After setting down his suitcase, he lightly touched a few sensors near the entrance. Instantly, the room lit up and the curtains drew close.On the phone, the music stopped. Zoey didn’t answer.Barlen, with his left hand on his collar, began absentmindedly unbuttoning his shirt, staring at his phone screen for a few seconds before texting Zoey: Asleep?Zoey, completely unaware of her phone’s ringtone, also missed the text notification.Suddenly being confessed to, she was caught off guard."Bob, Bob," someone whispered.Bob didn't respond.A classmate, impatient, couldn't resist kicking him. Bob, unsteady on his knee, nearly fell over in his nervousness, turning around abruptly in annoyance.His classmate gestured and whispered, "The flowe...
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