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"No need, let Shouya handle this. You should go back and rest if you're not feeling well. Let's go!" Everyone in the room watched as they left gracefully, while Yamamoto Ryuichi felt a pang of discomfort seeing Wushuang follow him. He immediately got up and chased after them.
As Rafas led Wushuang out of the auction hall, staff members approached with the Phoenix Weeping Blood that he had just purchased for Ten Million Dollars. Rafas handed the ornate box to Wushuang, signed the receipt, and completed all the formalities. It was now officially hers!
"Shuang'er, don't go..." Yamamoto Ryuichi called out as he caught up to the departing Yan Wushuang.
Long Yi rushed forward, hesitating for a moment before speaking to her: "Your painting is beautiful; I really like it!"
"Thank you, but Ten Million Dollars is really too high a price. Mr. Yamamoto shouldn't be so reckless," Yan Wushuang replied, feeling a strange familiarity with him. After hearing about the past from Lefas, she intentionally took a step back to maintain some distance between them.
This small gesture pleased Rafas, while it deeply pained Yamamoto Ryuichi. Why did they have to be so distant? It shouldn't be like this between them. The man standing beside her, the one who deserved to be by her side, was only him, not this bastard!
"Shuang'er, look at me properly and think about our past," he said, suddenly grabbing her wrist in his excitement. She had to remember him; she must.
Rafas could not tolerate him getting close to his beloved again. Just as he was about to act, Kogura approached with a smirk, clearly enjoying the scene: "Oh, what's going on here? Are we about to see some fireworks?"
Wushuang turned towards the voice and saw him with a tall, attractive woman in his arms. She hadn't noticed him at the auction earlier, but now he seemed to have just come out of the elevator. Had he been upstairs in the guest rooms?
What a sleazy man! Wushuang felt disgusted yet slightly fearful and hid behind Rafas. Yamamoto Ryuichi also released his hold on Wushuang, stopping everything.
With dissatisfaction in his eyes, Rafas glared at Yamamoto Ryuichi, seemingly conveying that Wushuang was now his woman. He had even made it clear during the auction that she was his fiancée, ensuring that everyone would know that Yan Wushuang belonged to him!
"Forget it, Lefas, let's go," Wushuang said, not wanting to put Lefas in a difficult position regarding Mr. Yamamoto, and she disliked having that man within her sight.
Nodding slightly, Rafas cast one last disdainful glance at him before leading Yan Wushuang out of the Carlton Hotel with great dignity.
Yamamoto Ryuichi clenched his fists and silently vowed: "Rafas, don't get too ahead of yourself; your time will come soon enough."
Kogura held the beauty in his arms, coldly watching as his pawn was about to mature. It seemed that a good show was about to unfold. Rafas, today is your day... Hahaha...
The neon lights outside were beautiful, captivating Wushuang's attention. She rarely had the chance to come out, so she always looked outside carefully. However, the car was moving quickly, and they soon returned to the villa.
"Master, Miss!" The servant respectfully nodded and opened the door to welcome them back. Rafas held Wushuang's hand and walked past the servant with a blank expression, returning to their master bedroom.
As soon as the door closed, Wushuang immediately took off her uncomfortable high heels and sat on the edge of the bed, gently rubbing her feet. Seeing her like this, Rafas walked over with concern and asked, "Why do your feet hurt?"
Yan Wushuang looked up at him for a moment before lowering her head and saying, "It's my first time wearing such high heels. After a while, my feet feel a bit uncomfortable."
"Why didn't you say anything if your feet were uncomfortable?" Rafas thought to himself how foolish she was.
"I was mostly sitting tonight, so I didn't notice. It was only when I walked up the stairs just now that I felt the pain," she muttered with a hint of complaint.
Rafas instructed the servant to prepare hot water for her foot soak and threw away the expensive high heels she had only worn for a few hours. Yan Wushuang changed out of her glamorous outfit into a comfortable robe, sitting on the edge of the bed and enjoying her comfort.
The bathroom door opened, and Rafas came out with a towel in hand, drying his still-dripping black hair. He ordered the servant who was still attending to her, "The water is getting cold; that's enough for tonight. You can leave now!"
"Yes, Master!" The servant quickly left with her head down, not daring to look at him.
Only the two of them remained in the bedroom. Wushuang looked at the brocade box on her bedside table, reached out to take it, and opened it. Inside were exquisite accessories that were truly beautiful; even after hundreds of years, they still shimmered with their former glory.
Rafas tossed aside the towel and approached her. Seeing how focused she was on the contents of the box made him think that this Ten Million Dollars was indeed worth it. He reached in and took out a phoenix hairpin, personally placing it in her hair. Suddenly, an idea struck him; he wanted to see what she would look like dressed in ancient attire.
He recalled how she looked when she danced that day in light gauzy clothing with a flower placed delicately on her forehead—it was truly beautiful.
"Lefas, what are you thinking about?" Wushuang noticed he had fallen silent after putting the hairpin in her hair and found it strange.
"Cough, cough... It's nothing, I was just captivated by your appearance, little fairy." He stroked her cheek, gazing at her beautiful face, recalling how he first saw her in the club. At that time, he thought she resembled that wretched woman too much, and in his anger, he bought her.
Wushuang took off the hairpin and placed it back into the brocade box. Such a precious item would be terrible if she accidentally damaged it; she wanted to keep it safe!
"Where are you going?" Rafas asked as she pushed him away, noticing she seemed about to get out of bed. He quickly grabbed her hand.
"I need to put away this precious item properly." She shook off his hand and placed the brocade box into a cabinet. Only when she saw it safely resting there did she return to his side.
Rafas held her in his arms. Today, that guy managed to stay calm, much more composed than he had expected. It seemed he had made significant progress over the past few months.
"Lefas, are you still angry with me?" Yan Wushuang wrapped her arms around his neck and asked after giving him a kiss.
Rafas was taken aback by her sudden question, unsure of what she meant.
Seeing his expression, it seemed the weather had cleared up for him. However, she decided to be honest: "About that painting, I won't allow you to buy it back if you're still angry. When Mr. Yamamoto bid on the painting, I noticed you seemed a bit upset!"
He hadn't really thought about it until now; her mentioning it made him feel quite displeased. That damn bastard had managed to get Wushuang's painting tonight. But he shouldn't be too arrogant; Wushuang was his. As long as he wanted it, Wushuang would have to paint for him whenever he wished.
The anger in his eyes flared up in an instant. Wushuang observed his ever-changing expression and realized she shouldn't have brought it up.
"My dear, since that painting has already been purchased by him, there's nothing more to say. But remember this: I don't want to delve into your past with him anymore. Just focus on being yourself now; I'll handle everything else. Do you understand?" Rafas constantly reminded her of this phrase, as if he felt increasingly insecure.
Wushuang nodded, her voice as clear and melodious as a nightingale in his ear: "I don't know what happened between us before; my mind is completely blank about the past. Right now, my life only has you—only you, Lefas..."
Rafas's heart raced at that moment. He had never felt so excited before; listening to her promise made him sense that she wasn't lying to him because her eyes couldn't deceive anyone—especially not him.
Without needing any words, Rafas lowered his head and kissed her lips. They were soft and moist as he pried open her mouth with his tongue, tasting the sweet flavor that overwhelmed his taste buds. He was familiar with everything about her; this unique sweetness came from her essence. Such a captivating woman could only submit to him and be his one and only!
The tongues intertwined in a passionate kiss, the two on the bed had lost themselves in each other's embrace, only they could rescue one another.
Sweat mingled, lips pressed together in fervent kisses, a perfect union that continued until the first light of dawn began to break, gradually bringing everything to a halt...
Last night was destined to be an uneasy one. Yamamoto Ryuichi had acquired a painting personally created by Wushuang at the auction. Looking at the familiar scenes depicted in the painting, everything from the Great Yan Kingdom seemed so close yet incredibly distant.
He spent the entire night staring at the painting, reminiscing about the past. His heart ached painfully, and deep within, his blood seemed to drip drop by drop: "Wushuang, why has it come to this? Why have you forgotten me? Why do you have no memory of me at all? Why did you fall in love with that bastard? He is a beast; he is a murderer... Shuang'er!"
The suite was divided into two rooms. Misa stood outside, clearly hearing his anguished cries. She sighed helplessly; no one had anticipated this—Wushuang had lost her memory. She had completely forgotten everything from her past...?
"Long Yi, are you okay? Can I come in?" After hesitating for a long time, Misa decided to check on him.
"Come in," Long Yi's weak voice came from inside the room without refusal.
Misa turned the doorknob and walked in, finding him sitting dazedly on the edge of the bed, staring at the landscape painting leaning against the headboard. She knew that painting was Wushuang's work, but what good would it do to look at it now?
"Long Yi, did you not sleep at all last night?" Seeing his red-rimmed eyes, she guessed he must have been in great distress. However, since he wouldn't allow her to enter, there was nothing she could do.
Yamamoto Ryuichi's gaze remained fixed on the painting before him. To him, it was not just a simple landscape; it represented his hometown—the place that had nurtured him—Great Yan Kingdom!
"I'm fine. If I were to be defeated by something so trivial, then I wouldn't deserve to bear the name Yamamoto Ryuichi, nor would I have any right to occupy my current position." He was clear about public and private matters, but when it came to anything related to Yan Wushuang, he became particularly irrational and easily impulsive.
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