Ji Sang’s vision was filled with red. She struggled to blink her eyes, but everything appeared blurry.

She shook her head forcefully, feeling a heavy weight on top of her. Her hairline was pulled harshly backward, and a buzzing sound echoed in her ears. She felt dizzy and wanted to lie down.

Her moist fingertips randomly groped around, as if searching for something to hold onto, tightly gripping to prevent herself from falling. Her head hurt so much, as if it had been run over by a wheel.

Before she could make sense of what was happening, she heard a low, magnetic voice from above her head.

“Since you have entered the Wen family, you must adhere to the virtues of a wife. I need to strive and study to achieve success… This… The relationship between husband and wife will only affect my studies.” Wen Jian, facing the new bride forced upon him by his parents, felt no ripples in his heart. The dim red candle light reflected off his expressionless handsome face, adding a touch of coldness. He pursed his thin lips, as if afraid she wouldn’t understand, and impatiently explained, “In short, I will not touch you, so don’t stir up any trouble for me.”

Ji Sang strained to listen to the man’s inexplicable words.

At this moment, all she wanted was a good night’s sleep. She would figure out what had happened when she woke up. When she heard him say, “I will not touch you,” her heart suddenly relaxed.

But as soon as she relaxed, the dizziness became more apparent.

She stroked her forehead and reluctantly replied, “Alright.”

When the words left her mouth, even she was momentarily stunned.

This voice…

Like a melodious oriole, gentle and moving, as if soaked in water.

It wasn’t her voice.

Before she could think further, her head tilted slightly, and she fell into darkness, lying on the bed covered with a bright red quilt.

Wen Jian’s breath sank sharply as he observed the scene. His handsome brows furrowed deeply, as if he could crush a fly, and an inexplicable annoyance surged within his chest. The person on the bed, lying on her back, had the corner of the red quilt lifted, revealing plump red lips with a faint sheen, appearing particularly soft.

The lips were slightly parted, emitting soft murmurs and sighs.

Wen Jian furrowed his brows, his eyes pitch black, lost in his own thoughts. His Adam’s apple unconsciously bobbed up and down as he swallowed, then he flicked his sleeve and went to sleep on the nearby couch…

A desk was placed at the edge of the room, and behind it was a bookshelf recently bought by his father from the market, neatly stacked with bamboo slips. In the past, all he needed to do was grab a bundle, recite and memorize, and he could fall asleep.

Today, whether it was because there was an extra person in the room or not, he felt irritable and couldn’t focus on a single word…

Wen Jian simply threw the bamboo slips from his hand, swept his gaze over the unfinished chessboard, and held a black chess piece, dominating the game.

This wedding night could be described as peculiar—

A unique experience.

…

Ji Sang felt something covering her head, as if a large hand was strangling her neck, making it difficult to breathe. She abruptly woke up from her dream and touched her face, immediately removing the object and tossing it aside.

Her dark eyes scanned the surroundings, only to find a red quilt.

Ji Sang gasped heavily, and a moment of clarity flashed through her just-awakened eyes. She lowered her head and glanced at her attire, freezing in place. She took another look at the environment, and four words suddenly popped into her mind.

Ancient and elegant, exuding a strong scholarly atmosphere.

Where was this place?

She clearly remembered that the college entrance exam had just ended, and she had made plans to go mountain climbing with her classmates early tomorrow morning.

What was happening?

Just then, the door opened.

Following the sound, Ji Sang looked and saw a man striding into the room.

This man is truly handsome, with a tall and graceful figure. His wide sleeves gently fluttered with his every step, and his long hair cascaded down his shoulders like a waterfall. Every inch of his face seemed to be the most perfect creation from the heavens, as if favored by all. No matter who held a brush, they would be unable to capture even half of his extraordinary beauty.

Ji Sang couldn’t help but stare, feeling somewhat dazed.

She wasn’t a star-chaser, but she knew that a man like him would undoubtedly shine brightly in the entertainment industry.

“You’re awake?”

His voice was clear and cool, and his indifferent gaze wandered over her.

“Once you’re awake, quickly freshen up. We… need to pay our respects to our elders.”

Pay respects to elders?

Ji Sang was completely puzzled. “Who are you?”

Wen Jian fixed his dark gaze on her for a long time. Her pair of clear and innocent eyes, shining like glazed glass under the morning sun, unconsciously made his Adam’s apple move. The dryness from last night seemed to return.

Ji Sang felt a tingling sensation on her scalp from being stared at, while a clear smile emerged in Wen Jian’s chest.

“Ji Sang, you drugged me without hesitation, wanting to have intimate relations with me, and now you’ve been forcibly brought into my room according to my parents’ wishes.”

“And now… you’re asking who I am?”

“What kind of act is this again?”

…