Arrested for impersonating a powerful figure's girlfriend, but forced into a formal relationshi

The night was deep outside the window, and only a dim yellow wall lamp remained in the room, casting a honey-like hue over the tranquil atmosphere.

After a restless night, the person finally snuggled into bed and fell asleep peacefully.

Sheng Yinian stood by the bed for a while, and only lay down on the other side of the bed after confirming that she was completely asleep.

He sank to the edge of consciousness and fell into a familiar, viscous darkness.

Inside the dilapidated house, the smoke was acrid and pungent, forming clumps and clusters like damp, moldy fluff, blocking every breath.

The sour, rotten smell of alcohol, mixed with the cheap, cloying scent of cheap cosmetics, wafted from the cracks in the floor and the dirty corners of the table, making one want to vomit.

"Found...found!" A chilling voice came from the bedroom. "He's here."

He walked toward the bedroom door.

The murky atmosphere around them seemed to have materialized.

The heavy weight pressed down on my mouth and nose, and my consciousness gradually collapsed and spun as I suffocated.

Just as his breath was about to be completely extinguished.

A cool breeze suddenly swept over my face.

Weak, yet extremely stubborn.

It deftly and skillfully sliced ​​through the thick, sticky grime, bringing a touch of cleanliness.

Sheng Yinian slowly opened his eyes, his gaze gradually focusing.

A soft, white hand was resting outside the blanket, gently and slowly fanning him.

The owner of this hand was facing him sideways.

Her little face was buried in the pillow, as if she was worried about something, and she wasn't sleeping very soundly.

He didn't move.

Let this refreshing breeze gradually dispel the tightness and pain in my chest.

It wasn't until her scent filled my breath that I fully recovered.

He warmed that slightly cool little hand in his palm, then lifted the blanket and placed it inside.

However, the next second, that little hand stubbornly reappeared.

He continued fanning himself in that direction, muttering incoherently.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, just fan it and it'll be fine, just fan it..."

The morning light is faint.

Yun Miao woke up slowly, feeling a heaviness in her waist.

Looking down, I saw it was a man's arm.

He rested his chin on her shoulder, hugged her from behind, and pressed her back against his chest without any gap.

This was the first time Yunmiao had been so intimate with him in the early morning, so she felt a little uncomfortable.

She gently lifted his arm, trying to break free from his embrace.

She had only lifted it halfway when that arm wrapped around her waist again.

With no other option, she carefully turned over in his arms.

I looked up and met a pair of eyes.

He was awake.

He didn't speak, but just watched her quietly.

There was not a trace of the drowsiness or languor of someone just waking up in his eyes.

All that remained was a silent, pitch-black darkness.

It was so dark, so intense, that it frightened her.

However, she could sense that his emotions were not quite right at the moment.

So she didn't flinch or say anything, but just quietly let him hold her.

after awhile.

She raised her arms and slowly wrapped them around his waist, gently patting his back with her small hands.

Just as she was patting herself to sleep, the breathing above her head gradually became even.

Her consciousness began to fade little by little.

When she woke up again, she was all alone in the huge bed.

She stretched and sat up.

"Not going to sleep?"

Sheng Yinian, dressed neatly, came out of the dressing room carrying a dress in his hand.

Yunmiao observed his eyes.

Calm and still, it was nothing like it had been in the morning.

"Okay, I'm not going to sleep."

Sheng Yinian walked to the bedside and helped her change her clothes.

Are you feeling dizzy?

"I'm not dizzy."

"Go wash up, and after you have breakfast, I'll take you to school."

"it is good."

After washing up, Yunmiao walked out of the master bedroom and down the spiral staircase.

Sheng Yinian, with one hand draped over his suit jacket and the other carrying her bag, followed behind her at a leisurely pace.

Butler Zhang was already waiting at the stairwell.

Seeing the two slowly walking down the stairs, he smiled and went to greet them.

"Miss Yun, what type of butler service would you prefer for today?"

Yun Miao paused for a moment before remembering her outrageous actions last night, and her face flushed red.

Before she could say anything, Butler Zhang had already bowed slightly.

"Yes, Miss Yun, the daily mode of Butler Zhang has been automatically switched for you."

Sheng Yinian swept his cold gaze over.

Butler Zhang ignored her and focused solely on leading Yunmiao toward the restaurant.

"Miss Yun, today's breakfast includes your favorite Meiling porridge, crystal shrimp dumplings, matsutake mushroom shumai..."

Yunmiao had class at 10 a.m. this morning, and she wasn't in a hurry to leave after breakfast.

Seeing that Sheng Yinian had gone to the study, she went to the courtyard.

I plan to take a good look at this villa that is a popular topic of conversation among students of Yan University.

Butler Zhang wanted to accompany them, but Yun Miao politely declined, telling him to go about his business.

Anyway, she was just taking a casual stroll to digest her food.

Twenty minutes later.

She leaned against a carved pillar, her legs a little sore.

I feel like I'm not here for a leisurely stroll, but for rigorous training.

Looking up, the eaves and corners are layered upon each other, stretching as far as the eye can see.

I just asked a gardener, and she said that she only walked through the warm-up section of the east wing viewing corridor.

Yun Miao almost collapsed to her knees; this pre-show hype lasted longer than her life.

Along the way, you can see uniquely shaped Podocarpus macrophyllus trees everywhere.

Each one exudes an aura of "I'm expensive, take care."

And there's that huge artificial lake.

The swans on the lake were so proud that they didn't even glance at her.

I really don't understand why they dug such a big lake and then kept some useless things there.

It's nothing like throwing a flock of geese in there.

If you get hungry in the middle of the night, catch one, pluck its fur, and throw it into the big iron pot.

Here comes the midnight snack!

She hasn't had the authentic version of this famous dish yet; she definitely wants to try it sometime.

I looked out into the distance.

A group of gardeners are digging holes in a lawn that is on higher ground.

Isn't this just a waste of money?

Why dig rows and rows of holes in a perfectly good lawn!

And that glass conservatory that looks like a crystal palace.

The flowers are so beautiful and colorful, why are there a group of people around shoveling them?

Isn't this just crazy?

However, she can now understand why imperial concubines in ancient times could get lost in the imperial garden, because it was just too big.

The thought of having to walk back later made her legs go weak.

"Miss Yun, the sightseeing bus is ready. If you are tired, you can take the bus back."

The respectful voice of Butler Zhang rang out from behind.

Yunmiao turned around happily.

"Okay, thank you, Uncle Zhang."

Could Butler Zhang be an angel?

Yunmiao took a sightseeing bus back to the front of the main building.

When the car came to a stop, Sheng Yinian came over and carried her off the sightseeing bus.

Do you like it here?

Yunmiao tilted her head, pretending not to hear.

Jealousy makes people deaf.

After tidying up briefly, Sheng Yinian led her to the garage.

The garage is huge and filled with all kinds of rare luxury cars.

Cool sports cars made up half of them.

strange!

With so many sports cars, how come she's never seen Sheng Yinian drive one?

At least, she had never ridden in his sports car.

Sheng Yinian seemed to have seen through her thoughts.

"Which bus would you like to take?"

Yunmiao pointed to the cool black Bugatti.

"This one will do."

The Bugatti roared onto the private road outside the Zijian Villa.

Sheng Yinian glanced at her sideways.

"How are you feeling?"

Yun Miao: "..."

What, do you need to know what it feels like to sit in a sports car?

"Emmm...lightning fast, exhilarating, unrestrained driving, heart-pounding..." Words fail me. "Great car, great car, great car!"

"Not dizzy?"

"I'm not dizzy!" Yun Miao shook her head vigorously to prove that she was in good condition.

"Don't want to throw up?"

"No……"

and many more!

Sheng Yinian was never one to talk nonsense.

Did she miss something?

A few seconds later, the scene at the entrance of Yongxi Pavilion that day suddenly flashed into her mind.

Sheng Yinian offered to take her home.

She said she gets carsick in sports cars, and even... vomits a lot.

!!!

Indeed, fabricated stories are the easiest to forget.

"that……"

She hooked a strand of black hair with her index finger and twirled it around.

"I usually don't get carsick in the morning, only at night."

A low, yet unmistakably joyful laugh came from beside me.

"Okay, from now on I'll only sit in the morning."