Beloved Bride: Captured by the Top Playboy

"Sorry... really sorry..." Suxin kept nodding in apology, her face an awkward expression, knowing that she had lost her composure. She never did anything so embarrassing before, and all at once, she didn't care about being called "auntie" anymore--she just knew she had done something truly disgusting but didn't know how to make amends for it. If she had been the victim, she would have pounced on the culprit already.

"I, I'll help you take your clothes off!" Seeing Chen Ziqian standing there with his hands hanging, not knowing where to start, Suxin quickly rushed over and began unbuttoning his shirt without another word.

"Hey, auntie, what are you doing?" Chen Ziqian took a step back, and Suxin followed with a step forward.

"I'm helping you take your clothes off!" As Suxin said this, she forcefully tugged at Chen Ziqian's shirt buttons.

Chen Ziqian stopped moving because he was already pressed against the wall, and they were very close to each other. He merely watched as Suxin's hands undid his shirt, button by button, through the filth.

But what did she see? Beneath the shirt was a smooth chest, but why was his figure so good? Six-pack abs? So manly! Suxin was almost mesmerized by the sight, having never seen such a perfect body before. Liu Haoran had a nice build too, but his was of the scholarly kind, lean but without any abs!

"Auntie, what are you staring at?" Seeing Suxin gazing at him, almost drooling, Chen Ziqian felt goosebumps all over and wished he had a blanket to wrap around himself right then and there.

"Helping you undress!" That shout snapped Suxin back to reality. She had definitely drunk too much, she could feel saliva dripping down her chin. After just throwing up, and now drooling like this, she was mortified, wishing she could crawl into a hole. Luckily, she didn't know this pretty boy, so it didn't matter if he saw her at her worst. She could just pretend she'd never seen him again!

Comforting herself with that thought, Suxin stripped the shirt off Chen Ziqian in one quick motion, and puh, such a strong sour smell, truly stinky! But there was no choice; she had to endure it now, as she was the one who'd brought it upon herself.

"I, I'll help you wash this shirt and give it back to you," Suxin murmured while hugging the shirt, her eyes lingering on Chen Ziqian, looking timid and innocent.

"You've ruined the shirt like this, I don't want it back even if you wash it!" Chen Ziqian grumbled as he headed for the door, quickly typing in the passcode, "beep beep beep," and with a "click," the door opened, and he stepped in.

"If you don't want it after it's washed, then I'll buy you a new one to make up for it!" Suxin followed him inside, not one to enjoy taking advantage of others.

"Whatever!" As soon as they entered, Chen Ziqian went into his own room and slammed the door shut with a loud "bang." He lived in the master bedroom with an en suite bathroom. He needed to take a shower right away, as he reeked!

Looking at the master bedroom door slam shut, Suxin pouted her lips, picked up the shirt she was holding, and examined it. The material was nice, and the workmanship was very refined. There was a row of English letters under the collar, emblazoned with "VERSACE."

"VERSACE? What kind of weird brand is that? I've never even heard of it, it must be cheap. Forget it, I'll have a sleep first, and think about it tomorrow!" Suxin tossed the shirt aside and ran back to her room to crash into sleep.

The next day, Suxin woke up around noon, marveling at how quickly time passed when you were unemployed. Stepping out of the bedroom, she grabbed some bread to eat and was about to check her computer for job listings when her eye caught the sight of the shirt she'd thrown on the ground.

"Right, I still haven't dealt with that! First, I need to check what this VERSACE brand is actually about?"

Although she found pretty boys like him insufferable, keeping as far away as possible, she had made a mistake. She couldn't avoid dealing with him again.

With that thought, Suxin clicked on Baidu and entered "VERSACE" into the search box.

"Versace? VERSACE is Versace?" Her heart pounded as she saw the words pop up on her computer screen, "Tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands?" Her eyes dazzled by the rows of luxurious digits.

"Is Versace that expensive?" Suxin's face fell, "It's just a shirt, does it need to be that pricey? Isn't it just something to wear?" Looking at the clothes listed, many of them were in the five-figure range, with only a few in four figures, Suxin's hand shook as she gripped the mouse—so expensive, so heart-wrenching!

"Dear god, let that shirt be the cheapest one there!" Suxin mumbled to herself, flipping through page after page, but it was nowhere to be found.

"Not there?" Suxin was puzzled, then returned to the homepage to try another page, "Hmm? What's this?" The most prominent image on the homepage, the main item for this spring season, wasn't it that very shirt?

"Damn, are you kidding me, over fifty thousand?" Suxin couldn't help but curse loudly.

"Aren't they trying to take my life?" Her heart ached terribly, that was over fifty thousand, "To buy? Or not to buy?" Suxin hesitated.

"Wait, something seems off?" A big question mark suddenly flashed in her mind, "Could that shirt be a counterfeit?"

"Genuine? Fake?" As soon as this thought emerged, Suxin couldn't stop herself from speculating.

"Xiaobai, could the clothes he wears be the real deal?"

"To hook up with a wealthy woman, one must dress well. If he can't afford the real thing, does he buy fakes to pass off as genuine? But what if the wealthy woman bought the shirt for him?" Thinking of the rich woman and Xiaobai's heated kiss at the neighborhood entrance last night, Suxin thought this possibility was quite likely.

"But, the real thing costs over fifty thousand, do I have money to burn? Just the thought of it is so painful!"

Remembering how Xiaobai sat in the car last night, not taking any initiative, Suxin had a thought: "Playing the pretty boy but so poor at serving, if I were the wealthy woman, I wouldn't buy him such expensive clothes. Yes, that's right, the shirt must be a fake! It's a knockoff!"

With this in mind, Suxin quickly opened Taobao and typed in "VERSACE" to search.

"What? Fake ones are so expensive too? Over nine hundred?"

But considering the original brand's price of over fifty thousand, Suxin didn't hesitate to place an order, choosing a store that was a bit more expensive than others, hoping the quality would be as good as the one at home.

After purchasing the shirt, Suxin felt a sense of relief wash over her. It was time to get back to serious business—finding a new job. As the saying goes, "one can't live off one's past gains," and despite working for five years, she hadn't really saved much money. If her parents found out she was unemployed now, it wouldn't take a day before they'd come over and drag her back home.