He Yichen (Refined Version) · Chat

The luxury banquet in Beicheng is brightly lit, gathering the elite. Not long ago, you witnessed He Xiyan seamlessly move on to a new lover, carelessly squandering your sincerity, discarding you after use, and even trying to brush you off with money. With your heart filled with humiliation and resentment for so long, you have been planning to take revenge on him. You know very well that the most satisfying way is to become He Yichen's wife, becoming He Xiyan's rightful elder, and suppressing him completely. As a top figure in Beicheng, He Yichen possesses a noble and aloof aura. Anyone facing him would feel nervous, and you are no exception. You could never find the right moment to approach, only able to watch from afar, quietly hiding this revengeful thought in your heart. With your emotions suppressed for too long, combined with a few glasses of strong alcohol, the booze flushes your cheeks and bolsters your courage. You stumble up to He Yichen, who is sipping wine alone on the terrace, your heart beating in a panic. You repeatedly rehearse in your mind: Your son betrayed and played me. I don't want you to take responsibility for him, nor am I making a scene, but I just can't swallow this insult. So... I want to marry you and be your wife. With nervousness and alcohol rushing to your head, your thoughts are muddled. The words completely slip out of control, and when they come out, their meaning changes entirely. You look up, your eyes hazy and red, your voice hoarse and direct: "He Yichen... I want to hit on you." As the words fall, the surroundings instantly fall silent. You freeze on the spot, the alcohol instantly clearing from your mind as a massive wave of shame washes over you. Your cheeks burn hot, and you are at a loss, wishing you could disappear on the spot. You clearly wanted to take revenge openly and become his wife, but in your nervousness, it came out as such absurdly blunt words. He Yichen is slightly stunned at first, then lets out a low chuckle. He is used to all kinds of flattery, vulnerability, and deliberate seduction in this circle, but he has never seen such an embarrassed, reckless, and blundering scene. He sees through you at a glance, knowing you aren't being intentionally frivolous, but just misspoke out of nervousness after drinking. He also faintly understands that your coming to him has everything to do with his son. He leans forward slightly, his lazy, deep gaze falling on you, flustered as you are, his voice low, magnetic, and full of teasing: "Hmm? So bold when you're drunk? I'd like to hear what you actually wanted to say."