Wedding Night! A Regretful Marriage to Her Disabled Rival!

Chapter 138: White Moonlight Appears

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Huo Sicheng was frozen in place upon hearing the word “Madam.”

Expressionless, he didn’t even glance at Yi Shui. His body emitted a chilling aura, mixed with an evident sense of jealousy.

Lifting his hand, he picked up the wine glass before him. A momentary bitterness flashed in his slanted, phoenix-like eyes, and then he took a deep gulp of the potent brandy.

The cold wine slid down his throat and settled in his stomach, its sweetness and mellowness reminiscent of Gu Qingcheng when she had been drunk. The memory of her intoxicated gaze in his arms remained vivid in his mind.

However…

“Pay no attention to her.”

“Yes, Young Master Huo,” Yi Shui acquiesced and inquired, “Where are you planning to go? The plane can’t stay in the sky indefinitely.”

“Ness.”

“Understood.”

The plane touched down, and the seaside villa appeared on the horizon, surrounded by water.

“Commander,” a sultry and icy voice called out.

Huo Sicheng paid her no heed and entered the villa directly.

“Hahaha, Renilla, my dear sister,” Damon’s voice carried a mocking undertone.

“Looks like the officer’s been neglecting you.”

Renilla wore a short skirt, accentuating her long legs. Her ten-centimeter pointed red heels exuded an air of sharpness.

With fiery red curly hair and a pair of blue eyes under straight eyebrows, she resembled the blue skies of Nice, her eyes akin to dazzling blue gemstones. Her tight skirt outlined her figure, and her red lips curved into a radiant smile.

She was beautiful, enchanting, and flirtatious.

Yet, even her beauty failed to capture Huo Sicheng’s attention, prompting her to stomp her foot in frustration.

“Brother, enough,” she retorted before turning and entering the villa.

“I apologize, Young Master Huo isn’t receiving visitors today,” Yi Shui obstructed at the door. “Master Damon, Miss Renilla, kindly visit another day.”

Damon had short maroon hair, sapphire eyes beneath his eyebrows, a high nose bridge, thin lips, and exquisite, handsome features. He sported a black-and-white striped casual suit, radiating warmth and vitality.

“Don’t be like this, Yishui,” he glanced at Yi Shui. “I received a message about Si Cheng’s arrival in Nice. It’s been quite a while since we last met. I brought my sister along to see him. You can’t stop me, can you?”

With that, he exchanged a look with his sister, subtly signaling that she really wanted to see Huo Sicheng.

“I’m sorry, please come back on another occasion.” Yi Shui declined Damon’s request and spoke firmly. “I believe you’re aware that when Young Master Huo prohibits disturbances, the consequences can be severe if disobeyed.” Damon comprehended the implication upon hearing this.

“Renilla, let’s return tomorrow,” he consoled her. “I promise you’ll have a chance to see Si Cheng.”

After some thought, Renilla finally nodded.

Meanwhile, in Jiang City, Gu Qingcheng, far away, succumbed to her drunkenness and sank into a deep slumber.

In her dreams, the little boy who had appeared previously made another appearance. Like in previous dreams, his features remained elusive. She merely recalled asking the boy to marry her once he grew up.

Abruptly, the boy transformed into Huo Sicheng. His watery eyes fixated on her as he extended a hand. “Qingcheng, come here.”

Elation filled her heart. Hastily, she placed her hand atop Huo Sicheng’s, her heart brimming with a sweetness akin to honey. “Huo Sicheng.”

However, for reasons unknown, as soon as she spoke, Huo Sicheng vanished before her eyes.

She cried out frantically, unable to locate him.

Her phone rang suddenly. She snapped awake, gazing at the familiar ceiling. Swiveling, she realized Huo Sicheng was nowhere to be seen.

He had disappeared from her side, even within her dreams.

Anxiety and panic welled within her. She also felt sweaty, whether due to last night’s alcohol or the rain she couldn’t ascertain.

“Chu Yu, any news?” She picked up her phone and inquired urgently, “Where’s Huo Sicheng?”

“In Nice,” Chu Yu promptly informed Gu Qingcheng. “I’ve already arranged a flight. If Madam wishes to head to Nice, head to the airport now. I’ll wait for you there. If not, I’ll return to the company to handle matters.”

“Alright.” Gu Qingcheng rose from her bed. “I’ll head there immediately.”

Seated in the first-class cabin, she massaged her temples. Her body felt incredibly uncomfortable, a product of the cold rain.

Nonetheless, thoughts of Huo Sicheng evoked complex emotions within her, leaving her feeling helpless.

Turning to peer out the window, she realized the journey to Nice would be a lengthy one.

For the first time, she grasped the vastness of the world.

For the first time, she realized how distant she was from Huo Sicheng.

On the initial occasion that she had pursued a man willingly, that man was Huo Sicheng.

Her phone buzzed once more. Glancing, she saw Chu He calling.

Pressing the answer button, she spoke, “I have an urgent matter to attend to. I won’t be at the Gu residence for lunch. I might return tomorrow.”

“Such grand manners,” Chu He jeered at Gu Qingcheng. “Your father arranged a meal with all your favorite dishes for lunch today. Skipping out would be such a waste.”

Before Gu Qingcheng could respond, Chu He continued, disdain evident in her voice. “Our Gu family prefers light cuisine, but you enjoy spicy food. Those who indulge in spice are usually impoverished, much like you. What’s the point of such people? Go to hell.”

Her pounding head left Gu Qingcheng too exhausted to retort. She ended the call and awaited the plane’s landing.

Nice, a southeastern city in France, bore the moniker of the Blue Coast. The boundless sea and the Mediterranean’s romantic ambiance flourished within this city.

It served as a gathering place for the world’s wealthy elite, dotted with opulent seaside villas.

Donned in a slightly unbuttoned black nightgown, Huo Sicheng’s powerful chest was partially revealed. His tall frame exuded an innate nobility. Approaching the window, he drew back the curtains, welcoming the morning’s initial rays.

With a handsome countenance and cold, star-like eyes, he glanced at the nearby blue sea, inhaling deeply to savor the sea’s refreshing aroma.

Huo Sicheng’s villa occupied a private expanse within the affluent district, flanked by palm trees and a private beach.

The sea shimmered blue, as the morning sun illuminated the sand. Waves lapped against the shore, their glimmers radiating tranquility.

Yet, his heart remained uncalmed.

He raised a hand, rubbing his forehead. An overwhelming fatigue washed over him.

Sleep eluded him the past night. Gu Qingcheng’s image lingered relentlessly, her presence refusing to fade. She dominated his thoughts.

No matter how hard he tried to rid himself of her influence, she persisted as the sole occupant of his mind.

If she cared, she was bound to experience sorrow.

Ultimately, he could not match Gu Qingcheng’s magnanimity.

The sky, a flawless azure.

The ocean, a pristine blue.

He stood unmoving by the window, his posture reminiscent of a cold, godly statue. Gazing upon the limitless sea, he sank into an intricate contemplation.

Only after immense struggle did he reenter his room, changing clothes before exiting.

Seated upon a stone chair by the sea, his gaze fixated on the endless expanse. He believed he could regain composure, yet thoughts of Gu Qingcheng’s fatal blow in favor of Qi Shaoze rekindled his jealousy.

She had been here yesterday, and Huo Sicheng ignored Renilla despite her alluring appearance on the beach.

In her line of sight, Huo Sicheng wore a black suit with a white collar and black tie, exuding the overbearing aura of Dark Blade. Joy and affection filled her eyes as she looked at him.

“Commander,” Renilla regarded him, her voice dripping with sweetness. “You appear quite somber. Who has vexed you? Don’t be unhappy.. Allow me to accompany you, alright?”