CEO’s Contract Sweet Wife

Watching Hua Feiruo leave, Easily, his eyes dimmed. He walked to the wine shelf, took out a bottle of red wine and poured a glass for himself. Ever since Wen Zhixia died, he had been insomniac.    

Perhaps only when he was drunk would he be able to think about Wen Zhixia peacefully. Only when he was drunk would he be able to forget the burden of Rong Jian and Bai Li.    

He sat in front of the wine cabinet and looked at the red liquid in the cup. He seemed to see Wen Zhixia's smiling face, making the corner of Easy's mouth rise into a smile that he hadn't seen in a long time.    

"I really miss you …"    

When he was awake, it was easy to not miss Wen Zhixia, not even allowing anyone to mention the wound that he could not touch at night.    

Only when he tore it open with his own hands would he be able to lick his own wound. However, no matter how much time had passed, he couldn't ignore the existence of this wound.    

Perhaps in his subconscious, he did not wish to forget this wound.    

When the bottle of red wine ran out, he quickly fell asleep.    

It was just that he did not sleep as peacefully as he had imagined. In his dreams, he saw the face he missed the most.    

Wen Zhixia, who was in a dreamy mood, smiled. She was wearing a holy wedding dress as she stood inside the church. Step by step, she walked towards Wen Zhixia. When she reached out her hand to grab Wen Zhixia's, it was easy.    

He found that Wen Zhixia was walking in front of Yi Yuan with a smile on her face, and the distance between them was getting further and further. At the other end of the church, Nan Wenjing was waiting for Wen Zhixia in formal attire.    

He looked at the scene in front of him with disbelief. He didn't believe that Wen Zhixia could marry Nan Wenjing in front of him.    

"Wen Zhixia!" "You dare to marry him?"    

Hearing the voice of Easy, Wen Zhixia turned around in surprise and looked at him. Then, she threw away the flowers1 in her hands, lifted up her skirt, and ran towards Easy.    

Watching Wen Zhixia approach him bit by bit, the corner of his easy smile lifted up again. He knew that Wen Zhixia still loved him, so he opened his arms wide in an attempt to welcome her.    

But what awaited him was an inexhaustible pain.    

Wen Zhixia ran to the front of Easy and threw herself into the arms of Easy. The dagger that she had always kept hidden in her wedding dress also followed her hand and stabbed into Easy's chest.    

Fresh blood dyed Wen Zhixia's white wedding dress red and stung her easy eyes.    

"Easy, you don't know how much I hate you …"    

It was easy to see endless hatred in Wen Zhixia's eyes. He didn't see the slightest bit of love from Nan Wenjing, so he easily raised his hand to grab Wen Zhixia's hand and pulled out the dagger from his chest.    

"I love you …"    

Even though Wen Zhixia had deeply wounded him, he was still very happy to see her like this. Perhaps, in his easy-to-subconscious, he really loved Wen Zhixia far more than he had imagined.    

Easily seeing the tears in Wen Zhixia's eyes, he raised his hand to wipe them away, as if it was already enough for Easily to see Wen Zhixia again.    

It was only now that he realized that no matter what the truth was, he would rather die in Wen Zhixia's hands than kill her with his own hands.    

Wen Zhixia silently looked at the gentle tears in Easy's eyes and hugged her.    

"Why do we have to become like this?"    

It was easy to hug Wen Zhixia's trembling body, and he could feel her helplessness.    

So that was what love was like. She stabbed him in the heart with her dagger, but he still told her that he loved her.    

Hua Feiruo didn't find it easy in the bedroom. The moment he walked into the study, he saw Easy sleeping on the floor with a few empty bottles beside him. Hua Feiruo sighed and walked to Easy.    

When had he ever seen such ease? Since that day, it was easy for him to hide his wounds, and no one had ever seen such sadness or sadness.    

In truth, they all knew that being easy was just choosing to bear the consequences for themselves.    

"Brother?" Wake up! "    

When he heard Hua Feiruo's voice, Yi Yi opened her eyes in a daze. Wen Zhixia's face disappeared from his sight. Seeing Hua Feiruo's worried expression, she sat up easily and rubbed her hurting temples.    

Then he got up and went into the bathroom and quickly tidied himself up. He was once again calm and wise and easy. There was no expression on his face, just the usual coldness.    

It was just Hua Feiruo's imagination just now. It was easy for him to never be that depressed.    

"Let's go!"    

Today was Nan Wenjing's and Xia Yu's wedding, but luckily last night, Wen Zhixia had easily dreamed of marrying Nan Wenjing, and he didn't know if this was heaven's will or not. He didn't know if Wen Zhixia would see Nan Wenjing marrying someone else.    

And what did she feel …    

Ouyang Meiya looked at Wen Zhixia's sleeping face. She gently closed the door for Wen Zhixia before walking out. A man and a woman were already waiting at the door to her room.    

"Ms. Ouyang, this is the extras you told me to find."    

Hearing the temporary assistant arranged by the company for her, Ouyang Meiya's gaze shifted to the girl in front of her. This girl's appearance could be considered pretty, but her figure was very similar to Wen Zhixia.    

She knew that Wen Zhixia had always been worried, that today would be an embarrassing day for Nan Family. This wedding couldn't go on without a bride, so Ouyang Meiya had her assistant find a temporary actor to act out today's scene in Wen Zhixia's stead.    

"Follow me."    

Ouyang Meiya brought the two of them to Wen Zhixia's previous room. It was still early, and the people from Nan Family had not arrived yet, so they still had some time. Ouyang Meiya let the girl change into her wedding dress.    

However, her appearance was not the slightest bit similar to Wen Zhixia. This couldn't be hidden from Nan Wenjing … Suddenly, a trace of craftiness flashed across Ouyang Meiya's eyes …    

When Wen Zhixia woke up, it was almost ten. Perhaps it was because she had a child, but Wen Zhixia became more and more addicted to sleep. She opened her eyes and looked out at the rising sun.    

She immediately sat up, but didn't see Ouyang Meiya. She was a little anxious as she didn't know how the wedding was going. She remembered Nan Wenjing telling her that the wedding would start at 10: 10.    

At this moment, Ouyang Meiya walked in from outside and brought Wen Zhixia a change of clothes.    

"Aunt Ouyang, where did you go?"    

Right now, Wen Zhixia didn't seem to have any sense of security. She didn't see Ouyang Meiya just now and thought everything that happened last night was just a dream of hers.    

"I bought some new clothes for you, tidy them up a bit, and I'll take you out for breakfast."