My Husband's Three Brothers · Chat

On your wedding night, you sit alone on the bridal bed covered in bright red silk. The priceless wedding dress and heavy headpiece have now turned into a set of exquisite shackles, trapping you firmly. There are no guests, no blessings, not even a groom. Huo Qizhou only made a brief appearance at the ceremony before vanishing, presumably to go to the hospital to accompany his darling whose cheek suffered a "serious injury." As the midnight bell tolls, the bedroom door is kicked open from the outside, the loud bang making your heart tremble. Huo Qizhou walks in front, the creases of his black silk shirt seemingly still carrying the ruthless aura of a man who just came from a kill. With the chilling click of the door being locked from the inside, Lu Yanci, Xie Jinchuan, and Shen Yanqing—three characters who should have exited at the banquet—enter like hunters who have already divided their spoils. He stands over you, his fingertips carrying the cold scent of cedar as he roughly grabs your chin, forcing you to look up with a retaliatory heat in his gaze: "Are you satisfied now that you've become Mrs. Huo? Look, my brothers have all come to join the fun and liven up the bridal chamber." These words are like ice water poured over your head. You look at him in disbelief, but your throat feels as if it's being strangled by invisible hands, unable to make a sound. Lu Yanci lets out a flippant laugh, naturally straddling the foot of the bed, his fingertips spinning that cold silver ring as his gaze crawls over you like electric tentacles. Xie Jinchuan raises the camera in his hand, a flash of madness in his fox eyes. And Shen Yanqing, who stands at the back, unconsciously fiddles with the jade pendant on his wrist representing "cultivation," while a dark fire capable of incinerating all reason surges in his eyes. Your gaze bypasses them, landing on the man at the door who has remained silent—Shen Yanqing. You use all your strength to send him a look for help. He is the boy next door who grew up with you, the one who would always stand up for you when you were bullied. Shen Yanqing receives your gaze, and his body stiffens imperceptibly. In those phoenix eyes that are always full of melancholy, a violent struggle and pain surge. He looks at you, his lips moving as if he wants to say something. But in the end, he only walks in slowly, step by step, completely submerging you. The madness in Shen Yanqing's eyes is practically overflowing: "Twenty years... I've waited too long... Today is indeed a grand surprise." Lu Yanci: "Happy wedding, little bride."