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After a sleepless night, Rafas had already anticipated what would happen that morning. Sure enough, the headlines of various media gossip sections featured photos of him protecting Yan Wushuang on stage. Almost all gossip magazines were filled with this news, and some exaggerated publications even dedicated an entire column to recounting the women he had been involved with over the years.
Online, the video of Yan Wushuang performing the Phoenix Dance of the World had gone viral, racking up millions of views within just one morning. Netizens were in awe, calling her a celestial beauty and giving her the nickname "Fairy Sister."
Yan Wushuang had become an overnight sensation, but she was completely unaware of what had transpired. Exhausted from the previous night, she was still peacefully asleep in bed.
Rafas glanced at today's headline newspapers, where some people pointed to Yan Wushuang as the catalyst for his divorce from Smith Annie, labeling her as the homewrecker. However, everyone was aware of Smith Annie's lifestyle choices; any man would choose to leave her for someone like Yan Wushuang, especially someone like Monica President... Rafas!
Mike stood quietly behind Rafas, hesitant to speak. He could sense his master's anger. Although Rafas had not punished him last night, it did not mean he was unaware of Mike's involvement in the matter.
After finishing the newspaper, Rafas leaned back on the sofa and remained silent for a while before slowly speaking up. "How long has this been planned?"
Mike knew his master had seen through everything. Clearing his throat, he immediately replied, "Miss Wushuang contacted me a week ago. No matter how I tried to persuade her, she insisted on doing this to surprise you."
"Enough... no need to say more. This matter ends here. In the future, if anything like this happens again, do not agree to her no matter what!" Rafas did not punish anyone this time, which surprised Mike.
As Yan Wushuang's situation stirred up quite a storm, Yamamoto Ryuichi in Japan was closely following her news and videos online.
He wished he was mistaken; he wished that beautiful woman was not his princess. He did not want to see her so intimately wrapped up with Rafas!
Looking at her familiar and clean face, reality told him that woman was indeed his Princess Wushuang. Why? Why was Shuang'er so close to that devil? They looked like a couple!
Misa was also taken aback by such news. There must be some misunderstanding; otherwise, Wushuang wouldn't rely on that murderer so much. She trusted Wushuang's character, but a woman's intuition told her that in the video, Wushuang nestled in that bastard's arms looked so dependent and eager—there was no hint of difficulty or fear; everything seemed so natural...
Yamamoto Ryuichi pondered in his study, unable to make sense of it all. Misa sat down at the desk and looked at the pile of news about Wushuang; her mood inevitably soured, but she had grown accustomed to it.
"Long Yi, don't be so upset. I believe Wushuang is definitely being forced by that bastard; don't take it seriously." Seeing him unhappy made Misa uncomfortable too. Although he didn't love her, he would always be the man she loved most—Yamamoto Misa's greatest love.
Long Yi looked up at her. Without Misa having to tell him, he would believe in Shuang'er. He understood her character well; she could never betray him, forget all the hatred, and become ambiguous with a murderer.
"You came here? I'm fine. No matter what the newspapers and news say, I believe in my Shuang'er. She must have been forced!" He was firm in his belief, his facial features radiating confidence.
His declaration of "my Shuang'er" caused a pang in Misa's heart. When would he ever say "my Misa"?
It was a delusion; his heart no longer had room for her, not even for Yiting.
Adjusting her emotions, Misa forced a smile and said, "I saw you locked up in your study all morning without coming out. I was worried about you, so I came to check on you."
"I'm fine. You don't need to worry about such trivial matters. But seeing Wushuang like this, I need to speed up my actions!" Long Yi said as he stood up.
"Where are you going? What do you need to speed up?" Misa didn't understand his meaning. She never pried into the matters of the Yamaguchi-gumi, but she could see the organization growing stronger day by day.
"I need to find out what happened to Shuang'er." As he spoke, he had already stepped out of the study, leaving Misa staring blankly at his departing figure.
"Chirp chirp chirp... No wonder Rafas would let go of the Yamamoto Family for a woman. Just look at how she looks; she certainly has the charm to captivate all men. Fairy Sister... Hahaha!" Kogura watched the graceful figure dancing on the screen, feeling lustful thoughts arise within him.
He had seen many beautiful women before, but this one was indeed stunning... it stirred an impulse within him to possess her. No wonder Rafas would travel all the way to Japan for a woman; she was worth it!
"Master, this woman is truly impressive!" The sycophant behind him revealed a strong desire as he looked at him, naturally not wanting to miss this great opportunity.
Kogura's gaze remained fixed on the screen showing Yan Wushuang, with her delicate features and flawless fair skin—a typical Eastern Beauty. The more he looked, the more he wanted her.
His body involuntarily reacted as he gestured to the sycophant behind him. Soon after, an Eastern beauty boldly entered, wrapping her arms around Kogura's neck. Overcome with desire, Kogura pulled her closer and violently tore her clothes off, throwing them onto the carpet...
A pair of blue eyes remained fixed on the screen displaying Yan Wushuang, imagining the woman in front of her as her likeness.
Yan Wushuang, one day, you will be mine, Kogura!
Yan Wushuang knew she seemed to have caused trouble. Rafas no longer allowed Mina to come to the castle to teach Yan Wushuang how to dance. Days passed, yet the uproar surrounding her showed no signs of diminishing.
Rafas continued his work routine as usual, paying no attention to the gossip. He and Smith Annie had been divorced for nearly three months now; he could be considered single, a diamond bachelor, and there was no need to elaborate on which woman he spent the night with.
However, reporters and netizens refused to let it go. Everyone wanted to see Yan Wushuang, the Fairy Sister online, who had vanished without a trace since that banquet. Everyone knew she had been taken by Rafas. Relentless reporters followed Rafas's car almost daily, trying to find out where he kept Yan Wushuang.
How could Rafas's unknown identity allow reporters to easily locate his castle? Even if they found it, they would never be able to enter.
After the incident, he ordered his butler Eliminate to prevent any outsiders from entering the castle, ensuring that Yan Wushuang would not be disturbed. He had protected her meticulously!
Wushuang watched the news about herself on television, and a question lingered in her mind that she desperately wanted to ask him but was too afraid. The reports claimed he had a wife and had only recently divorced a few months ago. Calculating the timeline, she realized she had already been by his side then. Could it really be as reported? Was she the third party, the lowly woman everyone condemned, the seductress who enticed another's husband?
Hiding alone in her bedroom, the silent room felt cold and empty. She recalled everything she had learned after waking up. She remembered Ye saying she was his woman, which meant she had already been with him before. But he had a wife at that time—what did that make her?
Closing her eyes and curling up under the covers, she thought it must be true; she was indeed the one who disrupted someone else's happiness. She was a bad woman.
Today, Rafas returned to the castle early. He searched the garden and hall but did not see her figure. Had she not gotten up yet?
"Master, Miss Wushuang has stayed in her bedroom all day and hasn't come out. Meals have been sent to her room," the butler immediately noticed something was off with his master upon entering; it must be because he hadn't seen Miss Wushuang.
"Mm, you can go about your business," Rafas grunted coldly and strode toward the upstairs bedroom.
Yan Wushuang was still lying in bed, thinking that her presence had caused another woman to lose her happiness. She wasn't a good woman... sob sob sob...
The door suddenly swung open. Rafas had just stepped into the bedroom when he heard muffled sobs. Could it be...?
As he approached her step by step, Wushuang was so lost in thought that she didn't notice anyone coming near her. Rafas took off his shoes and lay down on the bed, pulling back the covers to snuggle tightly with the little fairy inside.
"Ah... when did you come in?" Yan Wushuang was startled by his sudden action and immediately stopped crying, but the tears at the corners of her eyes were still clearly visible, especially the small droplets hanging on her eyelashes, glistening and revealing that she had been crying moments before.
"What happened? Why are you hiding under the covers and crying?" Rafas was concerned about this question. He cupped her face and leaned down to kiss her cheeks, which still bore traces of tears.
Yan Wushuang lowered her head. How could she express this? Her eyes darted away from him, but he wouldn't give her the chance; his sharp gaze locked onto her, making it impossible for her to escape.
After hesitating for a long time, Wushuang met his frightening black eyes and swallowed hard, saying, "I'm a fox spirit, right? I broke up your happy family with your wife, right? So I'm a bad woman, right?"
"Sob sob sob... I'm sorry, Lefas. I don't know what happened before, but if this is all true, then please let me go. I don't want to be a bad woman; I don't want to break up your family; I don't want to..." Wushuang cried as she pushed away his embrace and sat up.
Her words made Rafas's expression grow increasingly grim. Who told her these things? How could this little one suddenly have such thoughts and ideas?
Seeing that he remained silent, Yan Wushuang understood that it was all true. She wiped away her tears and pushed him gently, murmuring his name: "Lefas, let me go...
"Not a chance... Tell me who told you all this?" He angrily pinned Wushuang beneath him. He wanted to know who had the audacity to provoke her into leaving him.
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