After a flash marriage, he was doted on by a yandere CEO

Ling Shuang walked towards the figure through the weak light. In her anxiety, she didn't notice that there was a small coffee table in front of the swivel chair.

He tripped over the corner of the small coffee table and fell forward with his weightless body.

Just when Ling Shuang expected that she would pounce on him, a strong arm wrapped around her slim waist and pulled her into his arms.

"Mr. Han!"

Ling Shuang shouted confidently, she was very familiar with this embrace and the smell of perfume.

"It's frizzy." Cheng Sihan laughed and scolded.

Ling Shuang stood firm, put her arms through Cheng Sihan's armpits, hugged him tightly, and pressed her face tightly against the chest in the velvet shirt.

"Where have you been?" Ling Shuang sobbed softly, a little caring, a little worried, a little scared, and a little blamed.

"Do you want to ask me?" Cheng Sihan gently brushed Ling Shuang's cheek with the back of his hand.

"I want to!" Ling Shuang tightened her arms again, "I'm so scared. I'm afraid I'll never see you again. I'm afraid you won't want me anymore."

"Shuang'er..." Cheng Sihan's kiss fell on Ling Shuang's hair, forehead, ears, and tears on her cheeks, "As long as you are good, you can always stay by my side."

Ling Shuang slapped Cheng Sihan's chest and said aggrievedly: "Don't disappear silently like this in the future, Shuang'er will be good."

Cheng Sihan wiped the bright eyes shining in the darkness with his thumb, and lowered his head to get the crystal soft lips.

Two months of waiting made that night extremely crazy.

Perhaps he was afraid that Cheng Sihan would disappear again after waking up. His body was so exhausted that he didn't even want to move his fingers. If there was any noise around him, Ling Shuang would reflexively hug the arm in his arms.

"Be good, let's take a shower."

After fighting all night, her body was really sticky and uncomfortable, so Cheng Sihan carried her into the bathroom.

Cheng Sihan seemed tireless and struggled in the bathroom again.

Ling Shuang couldn't stand it anymore. After saying goodbye, she raised her wrinkled hands and begged for mercy. She left Cheng Sihan behind and escaped from the bathroom.

Ling Shuang was sitting in front of the dressing table wiping her wet hair. A notification popped up on the desktop to attract her attention.

"The marriage between the Cheng family, a century-old family, and the House family, a North American conglomerate, is about to happen..."

Ling Shuang didn't care about the text behind it. She saw the familiar back in the thumbnail attached to the message.

Ling Shuang's heart skipped a beat, and the towel in her hand fell to the ground. Her fingers trembled on the screen. She wanted to click in, but she didn't dare to click in.

In the end, Ling Shuang didn't have the courage to click on the message. She covered her phone and sat blankly in front of the dressing table, rubbing her fingers vigorously.

"Why don't you blow dry your hair? You may catch a cold."

Cheng Sihan came out of the bathroom, covered Ling Shuang's head with the towel in his hand, and rubbed the water from her hair.

Ling Shuang raised her hand, held Cheng Sihan's hand, lowered her head and asked, "Where have you been in the past two months."

Cheng Sihan was silent for half a minute before replying: "North America!"

When Ling Shuang heard this answer, her heart went cold. She rubbed her fingers together again and said in a trembling voice, "Are you going to handle business?"

Cheng Sihan looked at the covered mobile phone on the dressing table, closed his eyes, exhaled a long breath, and said in a low voice: "You know everything?"

This rhetorical question is undoubtedly an admission.

"Do you know?" Ling Shuang turned around and raised her little face that was already wet with tears, "Is the marriage true?"

Cheng Sihan frowned, with a cold face, and nodded.

Looking at Cheng Sihan's cold face, Ling Shuang's heart instantly fell into the ice cellar.