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I found myself inexplicably walking up to the safe, my heart racing. After hesitating for a moment, I tried turning the combination lock, and to my surprise, it opened.
Inside the safe were some file folders and an exquisite wooden box.
I trembled as I picked up the files and began to flip through them. The contents inside left me utterly shocked.
With a soft "thud," the files slipped from my hands and fell back into the safe. At that moment, a piercing alarm suddenly blared, its sharp sound echoing in the empty room, making me even more flustered.
I realized that I had accidentally triggered the alarm system inside the safe.
"Damn it!" I muttered under my breath, frantically trying to put the files back in place.
Just then, hurried footsteps approached from outside the door, growing louder and clearer.
My heart sank; it was Huo Ze! He was back!
Before I could react, the door swung open, and Huo Ze appeared at the entrance, looking panicked. Our eyes met, and the atmosphere instantly froze. He was out of breath, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, clearly having rushed back.
"Jiang Yao, what are you doing here?!" Huo Ze's face turned pale as he saw me standing in front of the safe, his eyes filled with shock.
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I held two small red books in my hand.
Huo Ze's gaze was cold as I leaned against his shoulder, smiling brightly with the thrill of having won money.
Huo Ze said, "I have a business trip tomorrow and will be back in two months."
I was too focused on looking at the marriage certificate to pay attention to what he was saying. The wedding date was written as May 20, 2022. I casually took a photo and sent it to the group chat: "From today on, I'm officially a certified person."
The responses flooded in with blessings: "Congratulations," "Wishing you a lifetime of happiness and early arrival of children."
I couldn't help but smile widely, making the most of it, and I could even earn two extra credits at school.
Huo Ze seemed quite speechless. He looked me up and down and scoffed, "It's just a marriage certificate; do you really need to be this excited?"
"Mind your own business." How could such a dull man understand this kind of joy?
His gaze was cold. I pursed my lips and saw him out the door. "Alright, take care."
Five
Huo Ze was on his business trip for three months without sending me a single message, except for the money transfer.
I thought he must have been heartbroken and decided to lock himself away from love.
Huo Ze leaned back on the sofa, looking displeased. "The smell of alcohol is too strong; it's suffocating me."
I ground my back teeth and turned to head to the bathroom.
After washing up, I realized that the clothes I had left on the shelf were soaked.
I opened a small gap and poked my head out. "Huo Ze, can you please get me my clothes?"
"The clothes are wet."
He wanted to say something else, and I pointed at the loose towel around his waist, "There's only one, and you're wearing it."
He gritted his teeth, "Just wait."
After a while, Huo Ze returned, "Open the door."
I reached out to grab it, but when I saw it was the one I bought, I threw it back, "Not this one."
I met his gaze and winked at him, "The one I asked you to buy for me."
Before the business trip, Huo Ze took me to the mall. Perhaps in a hurry, he randomly picked a set of pajamas—wine-red silk fabric with spaghetti straps, perfect for summer wear.
I wrung out my hair and accidentally bumped into the cup while using the hairdryer.
With a loud crash, it fell to the floor.
"Jiang Yao."
The sound from the bathroom speaker drowned out Huo Ze's call as I continued drying my hair.
Unexpectedly, Huo Ze kicked open the door and looked at me, "What are you doing?"
Not expecting Huo Ze to come in, I fell onto the floor and covered my ankle, tears welling up in my eyes, "I twisted my foot."
He gasped and strode over, "You really have a lot of problems."
I took the opportunity to wrap my arms around his neck and secretly laughed for a while.
As history shows, deep affection cannot be retained; only schemes can win a person's heart.
He lowered his head and glanced, his expression darkening: "Dressed like this on purpose, trying to seduce me."
"But this pajamas is what you bought," I said innocently. There wasn't much fabric to begin with, and after a little fuss, the straps kept slipping down, making it feel like wearing it or not made no difference.
I wiggled my toes: "Don't get ahead of yourself."
His expression turned cold: "That's good. Don't forget our contract."
The contract lasts for three years, and if either of us finds someone we like, we can walk away.
Huo Ze exhaled warm breath against my neck, making my ears flush, and then placed me on the bed: "Just sleep honestly, don't cause trouble."
Before falling asleep, I received another payment on Alipay.
The message read: "Buy a few more pieces of clothing, don't let others say I'm treating you poorly."
7
It just so happened that because of Huo Ze, I had a dream that night.
In the dream, there were flowers, wine, and beautiful people; more importantly, the beauty was Huo Ze.
He lay on the bed, hands tied with straps, his voice hoarse as he said: "Jiang Yao, hurry up."
I did this and that to him, feeling quite happy.
"Jiang Yao—"
The dream abruptly ended.
As I opened my eyes, I found myself staring at Huo Ze's handsome face magnified before me. He wore simple black clothes and pants, his eyelashes half-lowered, quietly standing by my bedside.
Damn, it's a crime to be this enticing so early in the morning.
I stared at him without blinking.
He awkwardly touched his face and said, "What?"
Since he interrupted my sweet dream, I would make him pay for it personally.
I grabbed his hand and pulled him forward, catching him off guard as he fell onto the bed.
"Get off."
As I said this, I was about to start tugging at his clothes.
Huo Ze firmly grasped my hand that was trying to lift his shirt and helplessly said, "Jiang Yao, you're a woman."
"Do you look down on women?"
He gritted his teeth and replied, "Don't twist my words."
"Then stop stalling."
As I attacked, he defended; in the back-and-forth struggle, Huo Ze's clothes became a wrinkled mess.
"Jiang Yao, you brought this on yourself."
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