My Ex-Husband Is Proposing Again

As the legal wife of Ye Qilan, Su Hongxing was contemplating whether to assert her rights.

However, her instinctive reaction was to squat by the railing, secretly turn around, and sneak back to her bedroom.

But as she turned, she ran into a pair of male legs.

Following the shape of the man’s legs upward, she could vaguely make out his facial features under the dim light. He resembled Ye Qilan, only much more wickedly devilish in appearance.

The man curved the corner of his lips above her, looked down on her for a while, then squatted down to her level.

He tugged at her conservative sleepwear, then tugged on her hair, almost like he had ADHD. “So you’re the ugly wife that Sisi married?”

He straightened her chin and examined her meticulously. The woman’s facial features were pretty. She was just a bit overweight, which made her face look as though it was buried in a pile of flesh. Hence, he found her unattractive.

Well, he might be used to seeing beauties, but he still thought Su Hongxing was ugly.

Although Ye Qilan had peculiar tastes, he wouldn’t have gone so far as to marry such a woman.

He was curious about what exactly about Su Hongxing had attracted Ye Qilan.

From what he knew, at that time there were five potential brides and Su Hongxing was the most unattractive. How could Ye Qilan have chosen someone with such a commonplace name…

“Your name is Su Hongxing?!,” he asked, then introduced himself, “I’m Ye Xiandong, Sisi’s brother.”

Su Hongxing nodded, “Nice to meet you.”

“Your name is Su Hongxing, right?” Ye Xiandong repeated his question.

Su Hongxing coughed lightly and responded, “Yes, is there a problem?”

Ye Xiandong fell silent, his mischievous smile disappearing without a trace. He watched her intently, finally realizing why Ye Qilan had chosen Su Hongxing. It must have something to do with her name.

The corner of his eye caught a glimpse of a man and woman separating downstairs, and immediately, he hid Su Hongxing in a dark corner.

His finger on the corner of her lips, he whispered, “Stay quiet, i’ll take you somewhere.”

Su Hongxing listened carefully, recognising the man’s footsteps as Ye Qilan’s and the woman’s as Du Qingyu’s.

As their footsteps drifted into the distance, Ye Xiandong led Su Hongxing downstairs and into a red sports car.

The sports car left the mansion, and Ye Xiandong couldn’t help but take another look at Su Hongxing, who was quiet and calm, “You’re quite…” In what way? Not prone to hysteria, unlike most women.

In such a situation, in a strange city with a stranger, Su Hongxing remained calm. He found her intriguing.

“Aren’t you afraid I’m going to sell you?” Ye Xiandong wore a devilish grin, moving his face closer to hers.

He expected her to express some fear, but to his disappointment, she remained calm and composed.

Being so close, he could see her clear, bright eyes, like black pearls.

Under her gaze, he found himself unable to do anything bad.

Ye Xiandong coughed uncomfortably, ceasing to tease Su Hongxing.

Forty minutes later, the sports car pulled up in front of a garden villa.

As Su Hongxing got out of the car and walked towards the villa, she saw two flamboyant words on the plaque: “Apricot Garden.”

“Come, let’s go inside,” Ye Xiandong led the way into the Apricot Garden.

Su Hongxing followed closely and soon saw a large expanse of apricot trees.. It was the peak of July, the trees flourishing with life…