Beloved Bride: Captured by the Top Playboy

"No way, I have an emergency now, and I don't have time to wait for the police and the insurance company to show up. I want to settle this privately!" The beauty also raised her head as she spoke.

"I am a good citizen; I don't do private settlements. After a car accident, it is only right to call the police and let them determine who is at fault! I will never evade responsibility if it's mine," Suxin said, looking up at the beauty with an unmoved expression, her anger rising, "If you won't call, then I will!" With that, she reached into her own pocket.

"My phone? Where's my phone?" Suddenly, Suxin remembered that she had thrown it out during the accident, turned around, and looked everywhere, only to find it near the rear wheel of the red sports car.

Holding her phone that was cracked and shattered in her hands, Suxin's own hands trembled. This was an iPhone 5S! The gold one, too – it was her birthday gift from Liu Haoran last year, and it cost over five thousand yuan!

"Now I definitely need to call the police; your car also crushed my phone!" Suxin said, staring at the beauty.

"The phone was thrown by you, so whose fault is it if it's broken?" The beauty laughed, tossing her head back.

"You're not calling the police, huh? Well, then neither of us is leaving today!"

"Ziqian!" The beauty's voice turned coquettish as she ran towards the red sports car.

That's when Suxin noticed a man sitting in the passenger seat of the sports car. He was young, handsome, wearing sunglasses. There was a smile on his face, and he lazily rested his long arm on the side of the car, sitting back with the look of someone watching a show.

"Ziqian, won't you come down and help me out? Look at this woman, she's simply an unreasonable shrew!" The beauty cooed, tugging at the man's arm.

Chen Ziqian opened the car door and stepped out, walking over to Suxin with a cool stride. This auntie had brandished a kitchen knife at him last night, mistaking him for a thief, and just earlier, she was on a date with an old gorilla at the café, where their conversation nearly killed him with laughter. And now, he'd run into her again so soon, with her current serious and truthful demeanor. How could she be described as anything but intriguing?

"You want to call the police, right? Are you sure you won't regret it?" Chen Ziqian asked with a smile looking at Suxin.

"Regret? Why would I regret it? I'm a pedestrian. You only have a scratch on your car, while I'm injured. No, more than that, my phone is also broken. My loss is definitely greater than yours!"

"If you insist on that, then fine, I'll call. After all, the sports car got scratched up front when swerving to avoid an accident. It's good timing to find someone to compensate for the damage!" The man said, pointing to a sign on the side of the road.

That's when Suxin noticed the sign next to her: What? Are you kidding me? This is the exit of the underground parking lot; pedestrians are not allowed! Violators will bear their own damages!

Just as she saw the numbers being pressed, "Wait!"

"Hmm?" The man raised an eyebrow, looking at her.

"Uh, I think I'm not hurt after all; there's no need to bother the police officers, right?" Suxin put on a smiling face; calling the police would mean the full blame was on her, wouldn't it?

"So, how do you suggest we deal with the scratches on my car?" The beauty was unrelenting, "Ziqian, call 110!"

"Wait!" Suxin hurriedly interjected, "I think we should settle this privately. Your car is scratched, and my phone is broken, too. My phone cost me over five thousand last year. We might as well both consider ourselves unlucky, okay?"

"No way!" The beauty refused outright.

"Sasha, aren't we in a hurry? Why bother arguing with this auntie over this? Let it go," Chen Ziqian said finally.

"Auntie?" Suxin's eyes widened, stung by the term "auntie". Had she walked under some bad luck? Last night, a young thief had called her "auntie," and now she was being called "auntie" again. How did she resemble an auntie?

"You... you..." This figure, this appearance—isn't this the same little thief from this morning? Does he think she can't recognize him just because he's wearing sunglasses?

"We happen to have something to do today, so let's just forget about this!" The beauty huffed, and then walked towards the sports car with Chen Ziqian's arm in hers.

Suxin just watched as the red sports car sped past her in a blur.

"Have I been haunted by bad luck these past few days?" Suxin looked up at the starry night sky overhead, on the verge of tears, "It's true that when it rains, it pours!" Clutching her broken cell phone, Suxin angrily headed for the subway station.

The nights alone seemed especially long and exceedingly lonely. After taking a shower, Suxin fiddled with her computer, but she just couldn't find a movie she wanted to watch. The room seemed so quiet it was almost frightening.

Habit is a terrifying thing. Over the years, she had grown accustomed to Liu Haoran's company. Suddenly losing him, she felt as if a huge empty space had opened up inside her heart, like a black hole with no bottom in sight.

She didn't know how long it would take to fill that black hole, or if it could ever be filled again. Just like her heart, which seemed to have forever lost the capacity to love after Ling Yuanhang's departure…

Ling Yuanhang, the man beneath the century-old Chinese parasol tree at T University, dressed in white, floating elegantly—she fell for him with just one glance, and she knew very clearly that it was love at first sight…

That year, she was nineteen, and he was nineteen too.

She would always remember that day; the sky was so blue, as if drenched in water. That day was her second day at T University, and as fate would have it, they were classmates.

Tears blurred her vision and streamed down her face. Suxin reached up to wipe her cheeks and forced a smile. Liu Haoran was right—she was a wolf who couldn't be tamed by warmth, capable of being sweet and intimate with him, yet deep in her heart, there was always a pure land that belonged only to Ling Yuanhang.

"Yuanhang, are you doing well in the UK? In this life, is there really no day when we will meet again…?"

"Xinxin, don't get married so soon. Wait for me to come back. I want to see you in a wedding dress with my own eyes…" This was the last thing Ling Yuanhang said to her before he left.

He called her Xinxin—that was his special name for her.

"Yuanhang, it's been five years. You... you haven't come back..."

She caressed the phone back and forth. The Apple was broken, so she switched back to her old OPPO music phone. She didn't have Ling Yuanhang's number in her phone—he had called her after arriving in the UK, but Liu Haoran had deleted it. On top of that, he had also changed her number for her, and just like that, they lost contact…

The melodious ringtone of the phone rang out, particularly jarring in the darkness of the night.

The screen clearly flashed the words "Mom".

"Mom, why are you still not asleep? It's already half-past ten.

"I've been calling you. Why has your phone been turned off?"

"Oh, my phone suddenly ran out of battery. I've just charged it," Suxin didn't tell her mother her phone was broken as the older lady was hesitant to spend money, "Mom, what's up?"

"We've chosen the date for your and Haoran's wedding. It's set for the eighth of May. There are two more months, which should be enough time to prepare."