Chapter 3

Qianqian's voice replied, "As long as he likes it."

Rong said, "Aren't you worried your fiancé will find out? You barely just got him out of the asylum. Don't go triggering him right back in."

Qianqian answered dismissively, "If he finds out, he finds out. He'll throw a fit for a bit and then fall back in line. It's the same routine every time. Doesn't he ever get tired of it?"

Light, breezy, taking everything for granted.

Then came Pan Ning's voice, the one who claimed I was untamed. "Honestly, he's much easier on the eyes now. At least he's quiet. Hey boss, now that you've got him back, have you trained him yet? Is he still so awkward in bed?"

"Enough." Qianqian's tone dropped several degrees, cold as ice.

The study instantly fell dead silent.

I sat on the couch, turning a page of my book, my heart completely untroubled.

Rong was the first to emerge from the study. She strolled over to the couch, looking me up and down with an amused smirk. "Well, Mr. Wei, you're looking much healthier. If you ever need company again, you know who to call."

I didn't respond.

She sat down beside me. "To be honest, that night last year? I still think about it."

Pan and Yingnan filtered out of the room right after.

Yingnan's eyes lingered on my waist as she laughed toward Rong. "He looks a lot leaner now. Wonder if he still feels as good to hold."

Pan gave a mocking sneer. "No wonder Qianqian got sick of him. Look at that wooden face. Boring as a log."

Qianqian was the last to step out. She looked down at me and said, "There's a gala tonight. Get ready, you're coming with me. You are my fiancé, understand?"

"What time does it end?" I asked her.

A flicker of confusion crossed her face, as if wondering why on earth I would care about the time, but she answered anyway. "Ten."

My flight was booked for eleven.

So, I nodded, agreeing to go.

Her three friends exchanged knowing smirks.

At the gala, Qianqian paraded me around, socializing and introducing me to everyone.

Truth be told, she didn't need to introduce me at all. That public scandal back then had made massive waves; everyone in high society remembered that I was the lunatic who slept with his fiancée's three best friends and was personally dragged into a mental ward by his own bride-to-be.

None of them knew about Qianqian sleeping with Guangqi, of course. Qianqian had more than enough money and power to bury any scandal involving herself.

Those guests plastered flattering smiles across their faces for Qianqian, but when their eyes shifted to me, their gazes carried something else entirely—a humiliating pity.

I offered polite smiles, completely unfazed.

"Qianqian," Guangqi's loud, flamboyant voice rang out.

He naturally glided over to Qianqian's side, lightly squeezing her hand. "Thank you so much."

As he spoke, he intentionally tugged at his tie, popping the top button of his collar and lifting his chin.

The hundred-million-dollar necklace around his throat caught everyone's eye even more blatantly.

Qianqian's expression didn't waver. She even gave him a gentle smile. "As long as you like it."

It was as if I didn't even exist.

A surge of nausea washed over me. I quietly pulled my hand away from Qianqian's grasp. "I'm going to the restroom."

Qianqian leaned in close, whispering sharply into my ear, "If you want to throw a tantrum, wait until we get home. Don't make a scene in front of everyone, understand? Come back quickly."

I gave a faint "Okay," then headed to the restroom and vomited violently.

My head spun with dizziness. In my hazy state, I suddenly recalled the moments in the asylum when the nurses pried my jaws open to force-feed me sedatives just to shut me up.

Fortunately, I wouldn't lose my mind anymore. And no one would ever force-feed me pills again.

Stepping out of the restroom, I walked past an open terrace and spotted Rong and Pan.

They were leaning against the railing, sipping red wine.

The moment they saw me, they started in on me.

Rong took a delicate sip. "Look at him. Acting all tough, isn't he? Dying of jealousy again, I bet."

Pan let out a quiet giggle. "Guangqi really is something else, though. Flaunting that necklace right in front of him. Guess he won't be happy until the poor guy goes crazy again."