Although Guan Xing truly wanted to, and Sun Yiran, with her charming allure, had also clearly expressed her willingness, he ultimately did not step into the bedroom. That bed no longer belonged to Guan Xing—though he himself did not know that when Sun Yiran woke up at dawn and saw him sleeping on the sofa, the look on her face revealed a quiet, unmistakable glow of happiness.
She had never truly trusted any man before. This time, her decision was unusually bold because she was genuinely exhausted. Her soul longed for something to lean on. Being rescued three times created a sense of fate that made Sun Yiran feel this was the path Heaven had chosen for her. Thinking about it that way, even if handing herself over to this man meant another round of heartbreak, she was willing to accept it.
Yet at such a moment, this man still did not take advantage of her. That alone made her believe he was worthy of her sincere devotion.
She had seen all kinds of men—every shape and temperament—but deep down, all of them wanted to take advantage of her. Only this man, whose indifferent gaze carried nothing but compassion and tenderness toward her. For her, that was already enough.
In truth, Sun Yiran did not even know whether Guan Xing had a wife or a girlfriend. The reason she spoke as she did was also to give herself an excuse. She did not want to become a seductress or a third party, even though many men had already labeled her that way behind her back long ago.
Slowly crouching beside the sofa where Guan Xing slept, Sun Yiran herself could hardly believe that in just two short days, she felt as though everything had already passed. The burdens of life, the sense of powerlessness, and all her worries vanished at this moment. She even believed that she could become the best possible wife.
All the persistence of the past now seemed like illusions—flowers reflected in a mirror, the moon mirrored on water. Only this moment felt real and solid.
Of course, Guan Xing had no idea that his barely restrained resistance to temptation would give Sun Yiran such an understanding, allowing him to quietly and unknowingly walk into her heart.
It felt a bit like a dream, yet when the dream ended, it was still beautiful. A woman as stunning and sensual as Sun Yiran—if she were truly willing to wash away all vanity and become the wife of an ordinary family—would undoubtedly be a man's boundless blessing. On this point, even Guan Xing could not deny it.
"Don't think about the past anymore. From now on, you have me. This is for you—the password is six zeros." No matter what this woman might think, Guan Xing still carried a sense of guilt. After all, he had once been a member of the Huaxia Group, and Sun Yiran was someone who had been hurt by Huaxia.
Sun Yiran did not decline. In those affectionate, gentle eyes of hers, there was an added trace of emotion—not because of the platinum card itself, but because of that single sentence: You have me.
Ever since she began drifting through the city, how she had longed for an embrace, for someone to rely on—someone who could shield her from the wind and rain. In others' eyes, she might once have been considered a strong, capable woman, but no one knew that she was still a woman at heart, desiring the same things as any ordinary woman.
Guan Xing went to work and, of course, had breakfast. It was simple and plain, yet a home with a woman in it felt different after all. Even Guan Xing himself could not tell whether, at this moment, he hoped she would stay or hoped she would leave.
Let fate decide.
Carrying a basket woven from reeds, Sun Yiran's joyful mood was like that of a little bird. Yesterday's heaviness had completely disappeared. Even the sunlight felt warmer and gentler than before—something she had never truly enjoyed. She liked this kind of life, this kind of feeling.
She had never imagined that she would truly become a woman willing to wash clothes and cook for a man. Yet now, taking advantage of the beauty of the morning, she went out to buy fresh ingredients. Watching Guan Xing drink the three-delicacy soup with satisfaction made Sun Yiran feel that this was happiness.
So it turned out that being a "little woman" was not that difficult after all.
Taking out the bank card, Sun Yiran felt even more moved. This man trusted her, while she herself had never trusted any man before. But today, she knew she would trust Guan Xing forever—because he was her husband, her lifelong support.
Even if she were only to be a lover kept in the shadows, she had decided she would not refuse. She knew that if she left this man, she would never find anyone better.
For the sake of "something better," she had searched for a full ten years. This year, she was already twenty-eight. She did not want her beauty to fade away with time. At this moment, she would grasp this chance tightly.
In the past, she would never have stood in line so calmly, surrounded by older women—big sisters, aunties, and middle-aged ladies. Yet now, Sun Yiran felt only a sense of authenticity. This was life, and she had truly blended into it.
The hard days gradually drifted away as she grew more mature. Over the years, she seemed to have forgotten something—pursuing fashionable and affluent living while neglecting the fact that ordinary life itself was also a form of possession.
Sun Yiran had already planned it out: she would withdraw a week's worth of grocery money, living expenses, and some pocket money to buy women's personal items—underwear, sanitary pads, and the like. She would not spend a single extra cent, because she was now a woman with a husband, and she wanted to save for him, not let him work too hard.
Having a man to think about in her heart was also a kind of fulfillment. For Sun Yiran, this was a first.
Her mood was light, and the future looked beautiful. But when she inserted the bank card, the number displayed stunned her. It took great effort for her to count the zeros at the back—twenty million. There were actually twenty million in this card.
A billion-yuan investment, which she had once traded her body for, only earned her five million. And now, twenty million lay in her hands.
It was only when the person behind her urged her that she snapped back to her senses. She hurriedly withdrew five thousand yuan, took the card, and clutched it tightly in her hand. As an investment department manager, she was not unfamiliar with large sums of money—but she had never owned such wealth herself. Her flustered emotions only made her appear even more delicate and alluring.
Her heart rippled endlessly. She knew that a man who could casually hand over twenty million could not possibly be just a doctor. She remembered every word Guan Xing had ever said—clearly remembered that he had said he was a doctor.
She smiled—a sweet, radiant smile. This time, she had truly found a treasure.
At Feiyang Company, a large group of people arrived, even alarming Xi Hengsheng. That fatty Qian Bao had his face wrapped in bandages, one arm hanging in a sling around his neck, clearly injured badly. His chest was plastered with over a dozen medical patches—Cheng Yayun's kicks had indeed been ruthless.
He had been hospitalized, but his men did not stop. After a frantic search, they finally found Feiyang. There was no helping it—Guan Xing's "King" car was simply too conspicuous.
"May I ask your surname?" Xi Hengsheng asked, barely suppressing a laugh. This group barged into his office with aggressive momentum, but as a successful businessman, he knew how to defuse tension.
The skinny man with glasses stepped forward and shouted, "This is our young master, Qian Bao. Ever heard of Shengtian? We're from Shengtian. Chairman Xi, hand over Guan Xing from your company immediately, or our young master is going to lose his temper."
At this very moment, Qian Bao was already furious. He had been bottling up his rage for three whole days with nowhere to vent it.
Xi Hengsheng was taken aback—it was Doctor Guan. He quickly smiled and said, "So it's Young Master Qian, what a rare guest. What happened?"
He had certainly heard of this notorious playboy. Though he looked down on him, he still had to give face to Qian Bao's father.
"That brat beat our young master into this state. Our young master says he wants to cripple both of his legs. Chairman Xi, hand him over now." It was the same glasses-wearing lackey again. That night, among the three of them, only he had managed to escape—but he had since become Qian Bao's punching bag, cursed relentlessly.
Xi Hengsheng understood immediately. His expression cooled slightly as he said calmly, "I'm sorry, everyone. Doctor Guan is indeed an employee of our company, but unfortunately, you are not the police. You do not have that authority. Young Master Qian, please."
With a subtle glance from Xi Hengsheng, dozens of security guards at the door slowly moved in. Shengtian was indeed not someone to offend lightly, but he had already come to regard Guan Xing as a friend. Even without knowing the full story, Qian Bao's reputation alone made it obvious—this brat deserved a beating.
Qian Bao's face was injured, and every word he spoke caused pain, so he merely glared in rage and let his subordinates speak. Seeing that Xi Hengsheng refused to give face, his anger surged. He abruptly stood up from the sofa and cursed loudly, "Old bastard, you dare disrespect me? Men—smash the place!"
This time, he had brought many skilled fighters. Ten burly men in sunglasses stood behind him, all infamous tough guys in the capital, hired at no small cost.
The security guards were only physically strong and stood no chance against these men. In just one clash, seven or eight guards were already lying on the ground groaning, blood seeping from the corners of their mouths. These men fought viciously—breaking hands or snapping arms without mercy.
Xi Hengsheng's expression changed. He had not expected these people to be so formidable. Within minutes, nearly half of the dozens of guards in the spacious office were down.
With a loud bang, the office door was kicked open. Guan Xing walked in with an innocent look on his face. Seeing the guards on the ground, a sharp, blade-like glint flashed in his eyes—yet the smile on his face only grew brighter.
"Looking for me?"