Chapter 1 Substitute Fiancee

• Every woman dreams of marrying the man she loves.
• I am no exception.
• Today, I married the man I have loved for twelve year, except that I was using my sister's name, Qin ZiQin.
• I and my sister had the same face. However, because of a hospital's mistake, I winded up in an orphanage.
• I did not return to the Qin family until three years ago.
• As an outsider, I never fitted into the gigantic Qin Family. Still, I sought after the promise of the parental love that have been absent much throughout my life desperately. I was extra cautious around everything in hope that I will eventually be accepted.
• First, it is because I love Zen. Secondly, I did not want to disappoint my family the first time they asked me for anything.
• Right now, it's midnight already, and Ji ZeYan had left right after the wedding without paying me any attention.
• Bitterness filled my heart as I studies the wedding ring on my hand.
• The sound of car engine turning off downstairs drawn my attention back to reality - ZeYan had returned. I hurried over to the mirror to fix my hair, and walked nervously out of the bedroom.
• Then I paced down the stairs.
• Finally I stopped at the entrance, waiting with slippers in my hands.
• Upon seeing ZeYan entering, my lips raised into a happy smile typical of a housewife. I placed the slippers next to his feet, "Zeyan, welcome back..."
• The mixed smell of perfume and alcohol shrouded my nose before I could finish my sentence.
• I frowned.
• Where did he go?
• The answer was too obvious.
• This thought filled my heart with sadness, but I kept my smile.
• When I raised my eyes again, he had already taken his shirt off. The warm bedroom light added a particularly seductive allure to his muscular figure.
• I turned around while my face went red with embarrassment. As I struggled with an apology, an arm reach over from behind.
• Faster than I could react, I was thrown onto the bed.
• Although the bed was soft, but the fall still hurt my back.
• Ji ZeYan glowered down next to the bed. Although his expression was hidden behind the shadows, his hostility still chilled me to the bones.
• He suddenly asked me next second, "What is your name?"
• I am not Qin ZiQin. My name is Qin ZiQi.
• However, I can't say that.
• Right after I answered, he bent down and gripped my hair, forcing me to look at him, "Qin, Zi, Qin, right?"
• It was until then did I see his face clearly. There was no warmth in those eyes.
• Rather, I only found hatred that seeped down to the marrow.
• When he spoke of my sister, a cavernous rage filled his black eyes.
• Even though it was mid summer, sweat still lined my forehead out of nervousness.
• My hair was still in his grip, so I couldn't even turn my face away. All I could do was nod while staring into those eyes.
• My heart has been in my throat.
• My acknowledgement only turned his eyes colder, "I hope you know what you are getting into. I am no Mr. GoodGuy after all."
• In the next instance, I heard my own red dress ripping.
• Then he ignored my struggle altogether....