Fu Xiaoyao had a nightmare, dreaming of a man!
She cried out in distress, "Get away from me...don't touch me!"
Fumbling hands scraped across the man's cheek, but the next second, they met with nothing.
The person who was right in front of her suddenly vanished, leaving only a piercing pain all over her body.
Fu Xiaoyao suddenly woke up, opening her eyes to see the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Everything around her was familiarly decorated.
Is it a dream?
She got up, panting, and felt a sharp pain.
As soon as she lifted the blanket, Fu Xiaoyao was terrified!
What is this all about?!
She was sleeping soundly in her own home when she was suddenly —— raped by a man?!
"Aunt Song!" Fu Xiaoyao hurriedly put on her clothes and ran downstairs, just bumping into the maid Aunt Song cleaning in the living room.
Aunt Song turned off the vacuum cleaner in her hand and looked at her in surprise, "I'm here, Madam, what's wrong with you?"
"Did you see any strangers upstairs this morning? Someone—someone seems to have gotten into my room!" Fu Xiaoyao's face was pale, and she trembled uncontrollably at the thought of what had happened in her dream.
"Did someone come in?"
"Madam, did you perhaps get the wrong thing? I got up early to prepare breakfast and didn't notice anything amiss in the house!"
"No!" she was close to tears, "Auntie Song, please come upstairs with me? There's really someone! That person—"
"Aunt Song, we're running low on lozenges at home. Could you buy some when you have time?" A sound of a door closing suddenly came from the side of the liquor cabinet.
Fu Xiaoyao was stunned, almost instantly recognizing the voice!
She turned her head in astonishment, caught off guard by the sight of a man in a white shirt walking over from the side room, a bottle of red wine in his hand. He casually adjusted his collar, revealing glimpses of a captivating collarbone.
It seemed he hadn't heard what she said to Aunt Song. Lu Hankan walked over, took a glass, and poured himself a glass of red wine.
"When are you coming back? You, how are you here?!" Fu Xiaoyao's eyes widened. She never expected to see him at this time!
Counting it up, over these three years, she's only met him twice.
The first time was at a wedding, and the second time is now.
She took a cool breath and suddenly remembered that this villa belonged to him. It had just been three years, he hadn't come back at all, and slowly she had forgotten about it!
"Oh dear, I have a terrible memory!" Aunt Song patted her forehead and explained awkwardly, "Madam, I just forgot to tell you. Mr. Li only returned last night. I was just thinking about telling you."
"You came back last night?" Fu Xiaoyao was stunned, and suddenly realized something. "You came back last night?! Then, the person I dreamt of last night—"
Oh my gosh! The person in my dream last night was Lu Hanchuan!
She slept hazily, thinking it was a dream, without the extra energy to resist. She actually just... had sex with him?!
"My wife, you told me that a stranger came to our house... this, this couldn't be about Mr...?"
Aunt Song, a bit oblivious, asked back.
"Aunt Song, I just woke up." Fu Xiaoyao awkwardly turned her body, not daring to look at that man's face.
Aunt Song asked these questions in front of him, was she jealous that she was living too comfortably?
As I was trying to figure out how to brush this off, steady footsteps came from behind me.
A man's low voice echoed, hoarse from waking up, "Aunt Song, please go out and buy some throat lozenges first."
"Yes, sir."
Aunt Song didn't know the situation yet and took off her apron before going out.
< Soon, only the two of them remained in the spacious hall. >
Lu Hanchuan lowered his head to look at the woman in front of him. Seeing her eyes flickering, she looked like she wanted to slip away, he immediately darkened his face.
She had just told Aunt Song everything, and he had heard every word.
This woman, obviously, has forgotten about him.

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