After leaving the pool party, Du Ruoxin, Grace, Caroline, Miranda, and Ning Ning, five women, wanted to find a place to gather and have some drinks.
Someone suggested going to a bar or KTV, but Kristino disagreed and directly took Du Ruoxin away.
Under the "tyrannical might" of a certain person, everyone had no choice but to follow and head to Kristino's super-large flat villa in the heart of New York City.
They partied late into the night.
But as soon as it struck one in the morning, Kristino burst in again.
Before Du Ruoxin could speak, Caroline stood up, "Got it, got it, Sister Xin, go to sleep quickly."
"You're pregnant, you can't stay up late."
Du Ruoxin: "..."
She wanted to party all night with her sisters, but her elder brother was truly annoying—
Fine, she was also getting tired. Her eyes were already fighting to stay open, and coupled with not being able to drink too much, she could only watch her good sisters drink cup after cup with gusto.
While she suffered.
"Why don't we all call it a night? We have to wake up early to work tomorrow," Grace raised her wine glass and said.
Miranda and the others chimed in, "Alright, let's finish the wine in our glasses and retreat, retreat."
Upon hearing the party was breaking up, Du Ruoxin, like a night owl, her eyes shining brightly as she searched for the wine bottle, wanting to pour herself half a glass.
However, another hand was faster than hers.
Kristino, sensing the woman's intention, took the wine bottle.
Du Ruoxin: "—"
Truly, her elder brother was so annoying.
In her past life, he must have been surnamed Guan!
There was nothing she could do but watch her sisters drink enviously while she herself drank plain water.
After toasting, everyone retired to their rooms.
Grace took a shower and finished her personal hygiene. It was already half-past one in the morning, but she felt no sleepiness at all.
Lying in bed, her thoughts seemed frozen.
Her mind was filled with the image of Qin Yunxi cutting himself all over with broken glass, covered in blood.
She couldn't shake it off.
She didn't want to think about it, but she couldn't control it.
Grace was going mad.
An hour later, she still hadn't fallen asleep.
Two hours later, she was still wide awake.
Three hours later, she couldn't take it anymore and decided to find something to do.
She reached for her phone, but Grace's actions were faster than her thoughts. This time, her reason seemed to be dominated by a devil, and she clicked on a missed call.
Qin Yunxi had called 15 times in over an hour.
She then slid open WeChat. It was full of unread voice messages from him, she didn't know how many, very many.
Grace slid several times before reaching the first one.
She clicked on it.
Placing the phone by her pillow, she closed her eyes and listened intently.
"Wife, where are you? I've arrived. What swimsuit are you wearing tonight? Is it a bikini? I bet it's not."
"Although I want to see you in a bikini, I don't want other men to see it."
"Later, in my private pool, wear it just for me, okay?"
"It will definitely drive me crazy."
"Drive me so crazy I get a nosebleed."
...
"What should I do? I must be under your spell. I've lost interest in those fair-skinned, beautiful, long-legged, big-breasted, gorgeous women."
"I see all of them as you."
"Each of you, giving me seductive glances and playing hard to get."
"Tsk, you must not know that just you tossing your long hair can make me lose control, make me want to pounce on you regardless of anything."
...
"Wife, you don't know how charming you are. You've stolen my heart, stolen my soul, stolen all my joy."
"Where exactly are you?"
"I miss you, I want to see you, don't hide from me, okay?"
...
"Wife, I miss you, miss you, miss you..."
Listening to the lecherous voice in the voice messages, Grace silently shed tears, wetting the pillowcase.
A man so adept at sweet talk and so promiscuous, his words could never be taken seriously.
To take them seriously was to lose.
But—
But—
Even though she knew he was a scumbag, knew he was a playboy, knew he had said every word to countless women, she still kept them in her heart.
【Qin Yunxi...】
Grace, over and over again, murmured these three words in her heart.
It was as if with each silent recitation, a stroke was etched in her heart.
It was as if with each stroke etched, her heart twitched fiercely.
An infinite loop.
Until those three words were left in the most hidden depths of her memory, never to be erased.