Chapter 3 How Dare You Call Yourself a Widow!

After confirming there were no traces of a scratch, she relaxed slightly.

If his dagger had been even a little off just now, her shoulder would certainly have bled, or even worse, he could have killed her right there.

This man… was too terrifying…

She had only intended to provoke him with his obsession with cleanliness, but unexpectedly, she ended up being manipulated by him instead.

But even so, the reason Su Xingyue ran away from the wedding was not that, but something else, something far more serious.

He… had a severe, physiological defect.

…

Eight minutes later, Su Xingyue, who had cleaned herself, wrapped in a bath towel, emerged from the bathroom on time.

The lighting in the room was somewhat dim…

In front of the large floor-to-ceiling window, the tall man sat back against the sofa, a crystal glass in hand, filled with red liquid.

A faint aroma of wine permeated the air.

Even from a distance, Su Xingyue could feel a sense of… inexplicable chill emanating from his figure.

The man swirled the wine glass in his hand and took a sip of the remaining red wine, looking down.

Su Xingyue paused in her steps before slowly walking over.

When she approached, the man slowly turned his head, his gaze landing on her.

With the heavy makeup washed away, her face returned to its naturally pale pink, spotless complexion, and her usually messy hair now draped smoothly over her shoulders.

"I heard you told people I was dead?"

Finally… an exceedingly chilly question echoed.

Upon hearing his words, Su Xingyue was stunned for two seconds.

When had she ever said that?

"Who told you that, it must be slander…" she hastily denied any connection!

"The director!" he replied, frowning and restraining himself.

"What kind of irresponsible things is a director saying!" Su Xingyue said disdainfully. Don't directors take responsibility for their words these days?

"Your crew!" his voice turned icy.

"I…" Su Xingyue froze…

"You told them you were a widow?!" Nan Yuling narrowed his eyes, his voice dangerous as he interrogated her!

She actually dared to introduce herself as a widow to others!

Nan Yuling's words reminded Su Xingyue, and she remembered that indeed there had been such an incident.

Initially, the director was unwilling to cast her, so, out of options, she had fabricated a widow identity to garner sympathy.

She hadn't expected Nan Yuling to be aware of even this…

"Answer!" Nan Yuling's expressionless face didn't reveal any emotion, only a piercing coldness.

All that was there… was that chilling sensation.

His voice made Su Xingyue's heart inexplicably shudder, and in the next second, she nodded gently, admitting it.

"That's what I said…"

Before she could finish the word 'said,' she heard a crisp sound.

The glass wineglass in Nan Yuling's hand had been crushed to pieces.

His expression was now even more terrifyingly cold.

Even though his fingers had been cut by the shards, showing hints of red, no emotion showed on his face.

Su Xingyue gasped, not daring to continue speaking.

An inexplicable fear welled up within her, fearing that the next thing to be crushed might be her neck…

Nan Yuling was even more dreadful than the rumors suggested…

"Do you really wish I were dead?!" His icy stare fixed on her face as if he wanted to devour her.

Su Xingyue's heart tightened…