Late summer, the night was slightly cool!
In a luxurious villa in Yanbei City.
A young man sat on the sofa, his eyes bright with a sharp gleam like a blade flashing occasionally, playing with a coin in his hand, the coin seemed lively as it danced on his fingertips.
His name was Jiang Chuan, and ten years ago his grandfather had thrown him into Africa's famous Devil's Training Camp. From that day on, he fought to survive every day and eventually lived through it, while all the other trainees who entered the camp with him perished without exception.
Over the next ten years, the name King Jiang echoed across the world, causing countless powerful figures to tremble.
Jiang Chuan leaned lazily on the sofa, his gaze resting steadily in the direction of the bathroom, where through a haze he could make out a captivating silhouette.
Soon, the sound of water gradually subsided, and the bathroom door opened.
A woman of breathtaking beauty walked out of the bathroom.
Her name was Qiu Qianyu, Jiang Chuan's newlywed wife.
At this moment, she was wearing slippers, tightly wrapped in a bathrobe, her voluptuous figure with exquisite curves perfectly displayed.
However, her cold face carried an icy allure that no man could resist.
As soon as Qiu Qianyu came out of the bathroom, she saw Jiang Chuan looking at her with eyes almost filled with lustful intent. Instantly, her willow-like eyebrows knitted in displeasure, her gaze carrying a tinge of disgust. She snorted coldly and, as if ignoring Jiang Chuan, walked straight toward the second floor.
When Qiu Qianyu reached the staircase, she suddenly stopped and said coldly without turning her head, "Jiang Chuan, we need to talk later."
Indifference...
Qiu Qianyu's attitude was very cold, treating Jiang Chuan not even as an ordinary person, let alone as her newlywed husband, and her indifference carried a sense of rejection.
Jiang Chuan frowned slightly, gave her a casual glance, and responded nonchalantly, "Okay!"
...
Ten minutes later.
Jiang Chuan appeared in the bedroom on the second floor, where Qiu Qianyu was lying on the bed.
He glanced at her briefly before withdrawing his gaze.
Then he casually walked into the bedroom, flopped onto the sofa, loosened his collar, and said, "So, what do you want to talk about?!"
Qiu Qianyu frowned delicately, speaking calmly, "I want to talk about our relationship."
Pfft...
Upon hearing this, Jiang Chuan laughed, staring at the icy face of Qiu Qianyu, "What's there to talk about our relationship? Isn't it obvious? You're my wife, I'm your husband!"
Qiu Qianyu's eyebrows furrowed immediately, her icy expression showing clear resistance, clearly displeased with Jiang Chuan's 'husband, wife' remarks.
She took a deep breath and said, "Although we have indeed married and got our license, that's not wrong. In name, we are indeed a couple. However, you should know, I don't like you, or even have any feelings for you!"
"And then?" Jiang Chuan relaxed on the sofa, not even lifting an eyelid.
"I hope we can be like strangers, you live your life, I'll live mine, without interference!" Qiu Qianyu said coldly, her eyes devoid of any emotion as she spoke, "You can stay here, but you cannot live with me!"
"No problem!" Jiang Chuan nodded readily.
Qiu Qianyu stared at Jiang Chuan, and seeing how readily he agreed, a hint of surprise flickered in her icy pupils.
She had expected Jiang Chuan to be angry, to lose his temper!
Yet at this moment, she saw no trace of anger on Jiang Chuan's face, just calmness, pure calmness.
After a short pause, Qiu Qianyu continued, "Of course, I hope even more that you can take the initiative to propose a divorce from me. It would be better for both of us."
"Divorce?" Jiang Chuan smirked, shrugged, and said, "I have no issue with that, but can you get past your parents?"
Qiu Qianyu froze, her icy eyes fixed on Jiang Chuan, seemingly trying to discern something from his eyes. But, she was disappointed; there was nothing in Jiang Chuan's eyes but calmness.
Jiang Chuan's indifference pierced Qiu Qianyu inwardly with a sharp pain.
A nameless anger surged within her, and a faint smile appeared on her icy face. She said, "It's fine if not divorced, but I believe, you don't want to wear a cuckold's hat, do you?"
Cuckold?
Jiang Chuan's eyes suddenly narrowed, and the lazy demeanor he had transformed as if into another person, exuding a chilling, intimidating aura much like the edge of a sword.
A flash of cold light passed by, like a bolt of lightning striking the night sky.
Qiu Qianyu suddenly felt suffocated, her hands gripped tightly on the quilt, her delicate body surprisingly trembling.
At this moment, Jiang Chuan was like a beast, and upon hearing the word 'cuckold', it was as if his heart had been wrenched with a knife.
Gulp...
Suddenly, Jiang Chuan vanished from the sofa.
The next moment, he had her pinned down beneath him, the quilt covering her body falling off, revealing swaths of white skin and the sheer pink nightdress beneath.
"You... what are you going to do?"
Qiu Qianyu's hands were firmly held by Jiang Chuan's powerful grip, her legs pressed down tightly. She lay on the bed like a lamb ready for slaughter, looking at the beastly Jiang Chuan on top of her, inexplicably flustered at heart.
A wicked smile curled at the corner of Jiang Chuan's lips: "Do you believe I can make you feel the pain of being raped right now?!"
"You're... you're crazy?" Qiu Qianyu's silver eyes showed panic and fear: "Rape is a crime, Jiang Chuan, do you want to go to prison?"
"Haha!"
The wicked smile on Jiang Chuan's lips grew deeper, his face so close to Qiu Qianyu's that his lips nearly touched hers, their breaths audible to each other.
"Don't forget, we are married, we are a legitimate couple."
"You... you... Jiang Chuan, if you dare touch me, I... I'll make sure you regret it." Qiu Qianyu gritted her silver teeth, fearful.
Rip...
Without any warning, Jiang Chuan directly tore apart Qiu Qianyu's nightdress, revealing the tender skin underneath, now unobstructed to Jiang Chuan's eyes.
"Jiang Chuan, you dare..."
In the next instant, Qiu Qianyu closed her mouth because she saw two beams of cold light shooting out from Jiang Chuan's starry eyes, causing her body to tremble.
Thump, thump...
Qiu Qianyu's heart pounded violently, she attempted to struggle, but in Jiang Chuan's hands, she was like a little chick, unable to escape.
Jiang Chuan gripped Qiu Qianyu's wrists, leaning into her ear!
Instantly, Qiu Qianyu felt a hot breath, making her heart throb, as she heard Jiang Chuan's low voice: "You can be indifferent to me, but you cannot insult my dignity. My dignity, Jiang Chuan's dignity, is not to be desecrated. If anyone dares put a cuckold's hat on me, I'll make them regret being born."
With that, Jiang Chuan released Qiu Qianyu, leapt off the bed and left without turning back, leaving behind a disheveled and fearful Qiu Qianyu, lying on the bed in stillness for a long while.
"Jiang Chuan, you bastard!"
After what seemed like ages, Qiu Qianyu sat up, her wrists still aching with pain. She looked down at her torn nightdress, wrapped herself in the quilt, and gazed in the direction Jiang Chuan had left, her teeth gritting in hatred.
She had once fantasized about her future husband.
Thought he would be a heroic figure, clad in golden armor, riding on a colorful cloud to marry her.
But reality had given her a harsh blow.
Her husband turned out to be this roguish, flighty Jiang Chuan.
Jiang Chuan left Qiu Qianyu's bedroom, returning to what was supposed to be his and Qiu Qianyu's marital room.
Standing at the doorway, looking at the brand-new furniture inside, the bright red bedding, and the red paper-cuts on the windows, a self-deprecating smile formed on his lips: "Wedding night, heh..."
Falling onto the bed headfirst, Jiang Chuan stared blankly at the ceiling, a trace of loneliness, never seen before, flashing in his eyes—this was his wedding night, truly a sad one!