**Headache.**
It was as if her consciousness was sinking to the cold and turbid seabed. Every time she tried to float up, she was hit hard by the heavy waves. Su Wan opened her heavy eyelids with difficulty. Her vision was blurred for a long time before she could barely focus.
What came into her eyes was not the yellowed ceiling of the small apartment she was familiar with, but the extremely high and far dome inlaid with complicated crystal chandeliers. The crystal chandeliers reflected the overly bright light coming in from the window, which hurt her eyes.
An unfamiliar, extremely clear and oppressive cold fragrance strongly invaded her breath.
She turned her head sharply.
The area around her sank a lot.
A man.
Even in deep sleep, the side lines of a man were as sharp and perfect as if he had been cut by a knife. Thick eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes, and his thin lips were pursed, with a sense of alienation that kept strangers away. Even with her eyes closed, the sense of oppression from being in a high position for a long time silently permeated the air.
Helian Cheng.
The name of Jingjiang City, which could change the situation with a single move, exploded like a thunder in her chaotic mind!
Su Wan froze instantly, and her blood seemed to have solidified. The dull pain from the hangover was completely crushed by the huge panic. She suddenly opened the quilt - under the silky and expensive silk quilt, there were two naked bodies, their intimate postures, and the ambiguous red marks on her body that could not be mistaken, silently announcing what happened last night.
The world was spinning.
The fragments of memory were in chaos: the celebration banquet, the cocktails, the enthusiastic congratulations from colleagues, and then... then there was a blank. How could she be here? How could she be with Helian Cheng? !
Panic was like a cold vine, instantly wrapping around her heart. She almost rolled off the ridiculously large and luxurious bed, and the cold marble floor made her shiver. Her legs were so sore that they didn't feel like her own. She grabbed the clothes scattered on the carpet - a men's silk shirt that looked expensive, wrapped herself in panic, and staggered towards the heavy carved wooden door.
Her fingers just touched the cold door handle -
"Click."
The door was opened from the outside.
A man in a perfectly tailored black suit without a single wrinkle stood at the door. He was tall and expressionless, and his eyes were as sharp as a scanner. He instantly took in Su Wan's embarrassment. He held a tray covered with velvet in his hand.
"Miss Su." His voice was as calm as his expression, as formulaic as a machine. "I am Chen Mo, Mr. He's assistant. Mr. He ordered that you wash and change into this set of clothes." He turned slightly sideways, and two maids behind him, also in uniform, with respectful expressions but downcast eyes, walked in silently.
Su Wan seemed to be nailed to the spot, wrapping the oversized shirt tightly around her body, with cold fingertips: "I... I want to go home."
Chen Mo's eyes stayed on her face for a second, his eyes were calm, but with an unquestionable power: "Sorry, Miss Su. You can't leave until Mr. He wakes up and gives instructions."
He nodded slightly and motioned the maids to come forward: "Please move Miss Su to the bathroom."
The two maids came forward in a well-trained manner, with a respectful posture, but their movements carried an irresistible sense of guidance. Su Wan felt like an item that had been arranged for a program, and all her struggles and questions were easily blocked by this silent and powerful sense of order. Like a puppet, she was escorted into the bathroom that was larger than her entire apartment and as luxurious as a palace.
The warm water washed over her body, but it couldn't wash away the coldness and confusion in her heart. A pale and confused face was reflected in the mirror, with lingering panic and confusion in her eyes. What on earth was she involved in?
After washing up, the maid brought a brand new skirt. Soft pearl white, simple and smooth design, warm to the touch, with a low-key and restrained sense of luxury. The size was exactly the same. The chill in Su Wan's heart became even heavier. She was wrapped up and returned to the huge bedroom.
Helian Cheng had woken up.
He leaned against the head of the bed, casually wearing a dark velvet nightgown, with a slightly open collar, revealing a well-defined collarbone. The morning light outlined his deep outline, his eyes were clear and sharp, with no signs of hangover at all, only the calmness of controlling everything. He was looking down at a document, and his slender fingers turned a page, making a slight sound.
He looked up when he heard the noise.
Those eyes, as deep as a cold pond, looked over, and their gaze fell on Su Wan accurately. There was no temperature, no emotion, only pure scrutiny and evaluation. Su Wan felt like an item on display at an auction, measured inch by inch by the ruler of his eyes.
She subconsciously took a half step back, her fingers twisted together nervously.
Helian Cheng closed the document, put it aside, lifted the quilt and got out of bed. His movements were full of natural elegance and strength, and his tall body cast a long shadow on the carpet, and he walked towards her step by step. The clear cold fragrance mixed with the strong masculine scent formed an extremely aggressive sense of oppression, which made Su Wan almost breathless.
He stood in front of her and leaned over slightly. Su Wan could clearly see his thick eyelashes and straight nose, as well as her own reflection in his bottomless eyes - pale, weak, and panicked.
His fingers reached out, with a slightly cool touch, gently pinched her chin, forcing her to raise her head and look directly into his eyes.
"Su Wan." He spoke, his voice was low and pleasant, but like the impact of ice spikes, every word carried the weight of no questioning, "From now on, you are Mrs. He."
Su Wan suddenly opened her eyes wide, her lips slightly parted, but she couldn't make any sound. Mrs. He? These three words were like an absurd bomb, exploding in her mind.
"No..." She resisted subconsciously, her voice was weak and mosquito-like.
Helian Cheng seemed not to hear her objection at all, or rather, her objection was meaningless in his eyes. He let go of her chin, but his fingertips rubbed her lips that were slightly trembling due to shock, seemingly gentle but actually with absolute control.
"Be good." His tone was calm, but it was like an order that was quenched with ice. "Come with me later."
He turned and walked towards the cloakroom. Chen Mo immediately stepped forward and handed over a well-ironed suit jacket.
An hour later, in the banquet hall of the Pullman Hotel, the top hotel in Jingjiang City.
The flash lights were like dense starbursts, almost blinding people's eyes. The voices were noisy, and the long guns and short guns filled the entire space. The air was filled with an excited restlessness waiting to dig out shocking secrets. All the cameras were aimed at the entrance.
Su Wan felt like a prisoner pushed to the gallows.
She was wearing that expensive pearl white dress, and was firmly held in Helian Cheng's arms in an absolutely possessive posture. His arms were strong and powerful, holding her waist, making her completely unable to break free. She could only passively stick to his solid body and feel the unquestionable control transmitted through the expensive suit fabric.
The cold fragrance and powerful aura on his body were like an invisible barrier, isolating some of the noise, but trapping her deeper into his territory.
"Mr. He! May I ask who is the lady next to you?"
"Mr. He, is the photo on the hot search headlines this morning true?"
"Miss, what is your relationship with Mr. He? Did you..." last night?
The reporters' questions came like a tide, sharp and direct, and the microphone almost poked Su Wan's face. She was dizzy from the dazzling flashes, her face was as pale as paper, and her body couldn't help shaking slightly. She could only instinctively rely more tightly on the only but most dangerous pillar beside her.
Helian Cheng looked calm, and there was even a very faint, gentle smile on his handsome face that was enough to turn everyone upside down. He tilted his head slightly, and his deep eyes fell on Su Wan's panicked little face, and his eyes were so focused that it seemed as if she was the only one left in the world. He raised his other hand, and his slender fingers brushed away a slightly messy strand of hair on her cheek very naturally and with a kind of declaration of intimacy.
This action was so gentle that it was almost doting, and instantly set off the shutter sounds of the whole audience.
Then, he raised his head and faced the forest of cameras. The smile on the corners of his lips deepened a little. His deep and mellow voice was clearly transmitted throughout the banquet hall through the microphone, with a certainty of control over the overall situation:
"Everyone."
With just two words, the boiling scene miraculously quieted down, and you could hear a pin drop. All eyes were focused on him, waiting for his verdict.
Helian Cheng tightened his arms around Su Wan's waist, letting her fit closer to him, and then, he clearly and unquestionably uttered three words:
"My wife, Su Wan."
Boom——!
It was like throwing ice cubes into a boiling oil pan, and the whole banquet hall was instantly set off! The exclamations, gasps, and crazy shutter sounds almost blew the roof off! All the cameras were greedily aimed at Su Wan, especially the huge, breathtaking pigeon egg diamond ring on her left ring finger that shone brightly under the flash.
#The mysterious wife of Helian Cheng, the helmsman of the world, is exposed! #
#Mrs. He! Su Wan! #
#Wedding of the century or a secret marriage? #
Similar titles and photos, at the speed of viral fission, completely dominated the front pages of major social networks and news media around the world within the first minute after the press conference ended.
The whole world saw how the man at the top of power declared his ownership of an unknown girl in an extremely gentle manner. Overwhelming envy, blessings, and crazy speculations swept in.
No one saw that Su Wan, who was half-hugged and half-carried by Helian Cheng and forcibly taken away from the noisy scene, had no shyness of a newlywed on her face, only a dead paleness. The flash left a glaring afterimage in her hollow eyes, and her fingertips turned white because she pinched her palms hard.
The extended version of the Rolls-Royce Phantom was like a mobile fortress, isolating the crazy world outside. The interior of the car was spacious and luxurious, filled with the same cool and cold fragrance as Helian Cheng.
The moment the car door closed, the deafening noise outside was completely isolated, and the car fell into a suffocating silence.
Su Wan seemed to have lost all her strength, and she pressed tightly against the cold car window, her body still trembling slightly uncontrollably. The storm-like press conference just now, the flashes and screams that almost swallowed her, and the hand as hot as a branding iron on her waist, all made her feel a kind of overwhelming panic.
Helian Cheng was sitting next to her, close at hand.
The gentle smile on his face when facing the camera had long disappeared without a trace, replaced by a deep and elusive calmness. He slowly adjusted the valuable sapphire cufflinks on the cuffs of his suit, his movements were elegant and precise, as if announcing the marriage news in front of the whole world was just a trivial matter.
Su Wan finally found a little of her voice, with the trembling of surviving a disaster and the uncontrollable anger: "Why?" She turned her head and looked at his perfect but cold profile, "Helian Cheng, what do you want to do? We don't know each other at all!"
Helian Cheng turned his head slowly.
The light and shadows that passed by the car window flickered in his deep eyes, like a deep cold pond, reflecting no emotion. He looked at Su Wan's pale little face, looked at the shock and confusion burning in her eyes, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be slightly raised, the arc was cold, with a kind of condescending playfulness.
He did not answer her question.
Just leaning forward slightly, a strong sense of oppression instantly enveloped Su Wan. He stretched out his hand, and his cold fingertips, with irresistible force, gently stroked the huge diamond ring on her left ring finger, which was almost crushing her finger. His fingertips slowly rubbed the cold diamond, and his movements carried a kind of intimate possession.
"Su Wan," his low voice sounded in the closed car, like the lowest string of a cello, hitting Su Wan's tense nerves, "The game has begun."
His eyes locked on her frightened eyes, and every word was clear:
"From now on, remember your identity - Mrs. He. And, my rules of the game."