Marriage First, True Love Later Novel

Chapter 30: How Did You Hurt Yourself?

Translator: Vicky_ Editor: Vicky_

Of course, it was because they both felt that they were right for each other, that they decided to have a flash marriage.

Anran didn’t ask any more questions. In fact, their current situation was much better than she had imagined. Most of the surprises concerned his identity, and even then it was because she had underestimated him instead of the opposite. Fortunately, his mother didn’t seem particularly snobby or condescending toward her because of her background, so she was truly in luck!

Anran had just mustered up the courage to initiate a discussion with him concerning their future, but before she could open her mouth, his phone started to ring. Apparently the call was from the section chief of some unit and concerned the approval of certain documents.

Anran left the study, returned to the master bedroom, opened the luggage that she had just brought back from home, and started to unpack. Opening the not-so-large, floor-to-ceiling wardrobe, she saw his clothes hanging neatly on the racks. Anran stared at the row of suits and white shirts in a state of wonder. From then forward, her wardrobe would no longer solely consist of her clothes. The other half of her wardrobe will belong to the man she will spend her future with. Instead of fancy dresses and suits, there would be dull-appearing suits and white shirts, she thought with a sense of awe. Of course, this was a drastic change, but she told herself it was a change she must adapt to.

Anran pushed his clothes aside and hung the suits and dresses she usually wore to work next to his clothes. She had already prepared a small storage box for her underwear beforehand, and she found that it was indeed the perfect place to put them. Finally, she placed her shoes in the shoe cabinet by the entrance.

After she finished unpacking everything, Anran saw that there was still a bag on the ground filled with her reference books and drawings. She looked around the room with a little frustration and contemplated whether or not she should discuss with Su Yicheng the matter of setting up a writing desk for her. This would make it much easier for her to do her drawing designs later on. With her mind on this thought, Anran pushed open the door and walked toward the study. She saw him holding the phone with one hand as he quickly rummaged through the documents while muttering something into the phone. Seeing this, Anran understood that, as someone of his position, he was probably busy, so she left instead of bothering him.

She returned to the master bedroom again, then glanced around the room and stared hard at the double bed for a long time. She finally let out a tiny sigh, then turned around and took out a set of pajamas from the closet and headed straight into the bathroom.

Since she was afraid that Su Yicheng would return to the bedroom, Anran dared not shower for too long, so she took a quick shower before changing into her pajamas.

Yet it seemed like fate was always playing tricks on her. The more you avoid something, the more likely it is to happen. As soon as she stepped out of the shower, she encountered Su Yicheng entering the room. Their eyes met, and they stared at each other awkwardly.

Anran’s pajamas were very conservative, and neither her thighs nor her chest was showing. Besides the fact that her bare shoulders were showing, it really was a non-revealing, plain set of pajamas.

Anran snapped out of it and started blushing. Then, she strode across the room, quickly lifted the quilted covers, and wrapped herself in them tightly. She then said, “I’m going to sleep now.” After that, she lay down without making another peep.

Only then did Su Yicheng come back to his senses. He didn’t expect himself to become so distracted over her. He wasn’t enthralled by her pajamas since they weren’t particularly sexy, but the instant she stepped out of the shower, he was allured by the breathtaking flush of red on her cheeks, and he felt his heart throbbing.

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Su Yicheng couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the sight of her tightly wrapped in blankets. Although she was twenty-eight, occasionally, her cute, funny, and childish behavior made her seem more like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old.

Looking at the time, he discovered that it was almost 11 o’clock. He had been wrapped up in the affairs of the Deputy Bureau in the City Bureau Of Construction for nearly an hour, then afterward he sorted out the information that needed to be used for the meeting the next day. Before he realized it, the time had flown by. He took off his watch and placed it on the nightstand. Then, he turned around to open the closet with the intention of taking out his pajamas to change into after taking a bath. But when he opened the closet, he had a blank stare on his face at first, then he turned toward Anran, who was sleeping peacefully on the bed.

Anran wanted to sleep because then she wouldn’t need to bear the awkwardness. However, the more she tried to fall asleep, the more wakeful she was. She could even hear the sound of water running in the bathroom. Even though it wasn’t loud, nonetheless, she could still hear it very clearly.

The sound of water running in the bathroom suddenly stopped. Su Yicheng seemed to have finished taking a shower. Anran quickly turned her back so she was facing away from the direction of the bathroom, but accidentally smashed her hand into the corner of the nightstand because of her overly vigorous movements. Although she was in so much pain that her teeth were clenched, and she had to cover her wounded hand with her other hand, she dared not make a peep.

When Su Yicheng came out again, he had already changed into his pajamas, and he stood at the door of the bathroom as he watched Anran lying on the bed in a fetal position. The covers were even trembling because of her nervousness.

Su Yicheng couldn’t help but feel a little faint-hearted. He was an average guy with a normal libido, but he also considered himself a gentleman. If she objected, he certainly would not force her.

Su Yicheng lifted the covers and turned off the lamp on the nightstand. In the dark, Su Yicheng moved his body closer to Anran. Even before his hand touched her, he could already sense the stiffness of her body, and her entire person was tensed up.

Su Yicheng reached out, embraced her from behind, and placed her body into his arms. Now he could clearly feel that her body was as rigid as an iron block and extremely stiff. With a sigh, Su Yicheng whispered a little helplessly in her ear, “Anran, if you move toward the edge any further, you’ll fall off the bed.”

Anran didn’t speak. Her eyes were tightly closed and she dared not even let out her breath. The back of her hands hurt so badly that she thought it was probably swollen, but now she couldn’t focus on that. All she wanted was for Su Yicheng to think that she had fallen asleep so she could evade him for the night. Although she knew that the day would eventually come sooner or later, she really wasn’t ready today, so she needed at least a few more days of mental preparation.

Seeing that she still remained silent, Su Yicheng asked again, “Am I really that frightening?” He touched her hand, but as soon as he touched it, he suddenly heard her suck in a breath as if in tremendous pain.

Su Yicheng frowned, and suddenly sensed that something was wrong. He grabbed her hand and hadn’t even exerted much force before he heard her hiss in pain.

So now he knew that there was definitely something wrong. Su Yicheng let go of her, then sat up and turned on the bedroom light. He watched the figure on the bed with her back turned away from him in a fetal position, and he frowned. He said coldly, “Anran, turn around.”

Anran remained motionless and continued to play dead.

Seeing this, Su Yicheng no longer bothered opening his mouth and simply reached out to turn her body toward him. There was a frightened expression in Anran’s eyes, and after his hand dug into the quilted covers to pull her hand out, Su Yicheng finally saw the large red welt on the back of her hand. His brows furrowed even further, and he asked with an impassive expression, “How did you hurt yourself?”