Substitute Wife: The Mysterious Emperor and Young Master Loves Deeply

"I won't force you, but don't resist me, okay?"

Shang Jiachen's soft words rang in her ears, his voice was as deep as a cello, and it made her fascinated once upon a time.

She raised her head to meet those bottomless black pupils, and forcibly suppressed the nausea in her heart.

Originally, she didn't want to ask, but she still couldn't help asking:
"Brother, you...do you like me?"

Boundless pain flooded her heart, she thought that no matter what Shang Jiachen did, she would not feel the slightest pain.

But at this moment, when she asked the word "like", her heart still seemed to be ripped off by something.

Shang Jiachen was stunned by the question.

From the moment Xia Yimo appeared in the Meilan box that night, he felt an instinctive attraction.

But like...he didn't know if it counted.

In fact, he didn't know what kind of emotion he had for the girl in front of him.

Sometimes he regards her as "her", and sometimes he likes her innocence, like a blank sheet of paper untouched by the world, like...them before all the hatred happened.

He didn't think about whether he liked it or not, he just wanted to stay with her and make up for all the love he didn't give to "her" in the past to this weak and pitiful little thing in front of him.

"I want to take care of you, stay by your side all the time, protect you, cherish you, as long as you want, I will find a way to give you. So, don't you think it's not good?"

Shang Jiachen didn't face Chu Qianmo's question directly.

He stretched out his hand to caress Chu Qianmo's face, the soft and smooth skin felt like a baby's touch, and he couldn't help being intoxicated.

He lowered his head and buried her neck deeply, sucking the faint breath from her body, which... was exactly the same as "her".

Chu Qianmo's heart was in a mess.

Time turned back, and she suddenly realized that her and Shang Jiachen's current roles were completely switched.

What Shang Jiachen said to her at this moment was very similar to what she said to him back then.

The role Shang Jiachen is playing at this moment is clearly the same as her back then...

To be a king or a slave is just overnight.

The monstrous hatred burned in Chu Qianmo's heart again, and the hatred burned to the extreme, but she suddenly calmed down.

Let Shang Jiachen fall in love with her, be infatuated with her, trust her more and more, and not hesitate to draw a line with the Lin family for her... Isn't all of this exactly what she wants?

Chu Qianmo's messy brain instantly sobered up.

"Of course, I haven't been in touch with my family for a long time. From now on, my brother will be my family, and I will take good care of him. We depend on each other—"

The acting skills were on the line again, and the sullen feeling in Chu Qianmo's heart sank completely.

The words "depending on each other" were like a sharp sword, piercing through Shang Jiachen's limbs and bones in an instant.

He quickly let go of Chu Qianmo, looked at Chu Qianmo in front of him in horror, and seemed to hear "her" voice in a trance:

"Brother, you and I depend on each other for life, we will always be together forever..."

The silver bell-like laughter came out from the bottom of his heart, lingering in his mind like a magic sound, and it couldn't go away no matter what.

Shang Jiachen's pupils suddenly turned cold, and all the tenderness just faded away, as if he had become another person in an instant.

He fled away from the terrace, staggered and clutched his chest and quickly got off the elevator.

After rushing all the way back to the office, he quickly opened the drawer and poured out two pills from the white medicine bottle...

Rowling handed him a glass of lukewarm water just in time.

Panting heavily, he threw the pill into his mouth and swallowed it quickly.

The magic sound finally dissipated, and Shang Jiachen's chaotic emotions finally calmed down.

A hint of imperceptible concern flashed across Rowling's eyes, and her voice was cold, still like a machine:
"Mr. Shang, are you having palpitations again?"

"Ah."

Shang Jiachen responded lightly, his eyes glowed with scarlet, and he looked out the French window.

He thought that Xia Yimo's appearance could make him forget and get rid of the entanglement of the nightmare... But it seems that "she" is still unwilling to let him go.

He thought of "her" more and more.

"With all due respect, Miss Xia's eyes are sometimes too similar to hers..."

Rowling's words, like sparks popping up suddenly, scorched a hole in Shang Jiachen's heart.

After a hint of suspicion floated in his eyes, he returned to his usual indifference:
"No, she's dead."