The Young Mistress of a Wealthy Family

  As I walked out of the hotel, a torrent of tears burst forth uncontrollably.

  The heartache, the longer it's suppressed, the more ferocious it erupts. Tang Nuan walked to a coconut tree, gazing out at the sea, and scalding tears slid down in large drops.

  The sea breeze blows, and the skirt flies up, and the hair that was tied up also becomes disheveled.

  Looking at the surging seawater in the darkness, she felt a deep sense of intimacy, as if that was her ultimate haven. In this world, she was lonely, having lost her family, husband, and even the first love hidden in her heart, all gone without leaving any memories behind.

  A white rose suddenly appeared in front of her, startling her so much that she didn't even have time to wipe away her tears, and she took two steps back, retreating into a wall of flesh, with an additional large palm on her waist.

  She slightly raised her head in terror, taking advantage of the moonlight, she saw a face wearing a mask, a tall top hat, the only thing visible was the narrow and straight nose, as well as the thin lips like cicada wings, those eyes were covered by the brim of the hat, exuding an air of mystery.

  "Who are you?" Not knowing whether he was Chinese or a foreigner, Tang Nuan spoke to him in English.

  The man encircled her waist with his arm and shook out a white rose in his hand into a handkerchief "I am a magician!"

  Tang Wan's eyes widened in surprise as she stared at his hand, and naturally took out a handkerchief to wipe it off. Just now, it was clearly a flower... "So amazing——"

  "Beautiful lady, a handkerchief is for wiping, not for pulling." The man pulled up her hand, gently pressed it to his face, and wiped away the tears on her face.

  A stranger, a simple action, made her heart feel warm and fuzzy inside.

  She also saw that he wore a slender tail ring on his little finger, and in her pupils, it shone with silver light.

  Her actions at this moment were so ambiguous, yet she didn't push him away. This kind of frivolous closeness to a stranger made her feel like she was standing on the edge of a cliff, dangerous and decadent, but also felt free, as if she could speak her mind freely.

  "Magician, you know, in this world, everyone needs warmth, but I'm so cold, so lonely."

  "Don't be afraid, just hold on tight and you won't feel cold" The man's strong arms wrapped around her, bending his waist to rest his head on her shoulder, a fluent French phrase that sounded sweet and captivating.

  Tang Nuan slowly curved up a smile "You're right, as long as I hold onto something, I won't feel cold, it's just that I don't have anyone to hold onto".

  "Don't you have a husband?"

  "There is, but he will never be the one who holds me tight, because he doesn't love me."

  "Do you love him?" The man's voice revealed a hint of tension.

  She thought for a long time and finally didn't dare to answer honestly, because she was afraid that after hearing it herself, she would become even more desperate.

  The man's lips, without any warning, pressed down on hers, covering her mouth with intense desire, scaring Tang Wan into hastily breaking free and fleeing into the hotel.

  Sitting on the sofa in the living room, she was still in a state of shock, thinking to herself that she had just been too crazy earlier, and almost got assaulted by a stranger!

  She didn't know how long she had sat there, the wound between her legs opening and healing again, the white handkerchief that Fourth Uncle had tied for her was completely stained red. She hobbled back to her room, and when she reached the door, she suddenly saw Luo Jun Tian standing in front of her door with his hands inserted into his belt, his tall and straight posture, his handsome face, revealing an innate nobility.

  Seeing her, he frowned and asked "Where have you been?"

  "Go with your lover." Tang Nuan said bluntly.