The President's Substitute Little Wife.

Wrong room

Wen Nuan felt a chill all over her body. When she woke up, she had transformed from a girl into a woman. She thought she had given herself completely to the man she loved on her most beautiful and special day.

In that moment, she believed she was the happiest woman in the world.

However, Fang Liu Cheng's words shattered her happiness. She could clearly hear the sound of her heart collapsing, but what was it? She didn't know, and she bit her lip tightly, murmuring, "Brother Liu Cheng, you..."

"Don't make such a pitiful sound, Wen Nuan. I never expected you to be this kind of woman; I can't believe you played me." He interrupted her, and Wen Nuan had never heard Fang Liu Cheng speak so coldly, with a hint of relief in his tone. "Considering you've liked me for so many years, I was originally going to give you a sweet night before the storm, to fulfill your silly little wish. Since you tricked me, we're even now."

She completely didn't understand what he was saying. Why had Fang Liu Cheng's voice become so cold and unfamiliar? Why couldn't she comprehend his words? Wen Nuan felt a foreboding sense of unease.

"What are you saying?" Her voice trembled with fear.

The man on the other end of the phone seemed like a devil, a devil she didn't recognize, not her gentle Brother Liu Cheng.

Fang Liu Cheng chuckled, half mocking, half teasing. "Wen Nuan, no matter where you are, you'd better go home now. Also, thank you for liking me all these years."

......

He hung up the phone, and Wen Nuan felt frozen and stiff all over. A cold breeze swept in from the door, piercing her to the bone. The woman's face turned as white as paper; something must have happened.

Wen Nuan hurried to get up, but in her rush, she inadvertently pulled a muscle in her leg, reflexively leaning on the bed. Glancing at the bright red mark, her face paled even more; what she had thought was a beautiful token now felt ironic and embarrassing.

Memories of last night resurfaced. She couldn't see his face clearly, but the pleasure he had given her and the memories could not be erased. Wen Nuan clutched her chest, wondering who he was and why it wasn't Fang Liu Cheng.

But at that moment, she had no time to ponder; she quickly gathered her things and rushed out, only to look up and see the room number, gasping in horror.

Fang Liu Cheng had booked room 5208. Had she walked into the wrong room while in a daze?

Wen Nuan felt like crying without tears, gritting her teeth, and fled in a panic.

Oh God, the boldest thing she had ever done in her life was to meet Fang Liu Cheng at the hotel, but the stupidest thing she had ever done was misread the room number.

Damn alcohol.

As she stepped into the elevator, the door to the 52nd floor opened. A handsome man in an Armani tailored suit stepped out, took out his room card, and entered 5203. Seeing the empty bed, the man curled his lips into a cold smile.