A breeze blew through the French windows, and the suite was silent.

After Ling Youmei left, Ho Shaohui leaned on the sofa with his eyes closed, not moving at all.

His handsome face was clearly defined, his eyelashes were drooping, and a layer of beautiful shadows appeared under his eyelids. His entire person was bewitching and wild, and his entire body was emitting an insufferably arrogant noble aura.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps could be heard, and the steward, Uncle Zhuang, came up to him.

"Young Master!" He respectfully called out, "Master asked you when you have had enough fun and are going back to get married?"

After waiting for a while, Ho Shaohui suddenly opened his eyes and said with a mocking expression, "Get married? My fiancée is right here. Where can I go back to get married?"

"Didn't Miss Ling already escape from the marriage? Master means that we should break off the engagement with the Ling family and choose another one for you. Master already has a new candidate." The butler, Uncle Zhuang, reported respectfully.

Ho Shaohui raised his eyebrows, an unknown undercurrent flowing in his eyes: "Go back and tell the old man that I don't want anyone else. I want this Ling Youmei."

"Young Master?!" The butler, Uncle Zhuang, was shocked, he really did not understand.

It was obvious that this Miss Ling had escaped her marriage and come to this ancient city, but she had not returned to the Ling family for two years. It was obvious that she did not want to marry their young master, so why did the young master have to marry her?

Ho Shaohui's thin lips curled up, and his eyes were filled with a sinister smile: "She is the first woman who dared to throw me off. I must marry her and torture her."

The butler, Uncle Zhuang, was startled for a moment before he immediately understood.

No wonder the young master had deliberately tracked down Miss Ling's whereabouts. Pretending to be a guest, he came to Miss Ling's inn and stayed there for more than a week without leaving.

It turned out that the Young Master had intentionally approached Miss Ling, and his goal was to take revenge on her for escaping marriage two years ago.

At night, Ling Youmei busied herself in the inn for a day before returning home.

Just as she finished showering, her phone rang.

Ling Youmei, wrapped in a white towel, walked to the bedside table, picked up her phone, and pressed the answer button: "Woman, tomorrow morning at eight o'clock, I will be waiting for you at the inn."

Her tone was full of command as she hung up the phone.

Ling Youmei was stunned for a moment before she realized that the voice belonged to the Master Ho in the VIP room.

She had just been forced to agree to be his tour guide and accompany him to tour the ancient city this morning.

In fact, Ling Youmei was extremely unwilling in her heart, but she had no choice but to agree when Master Ho said that she did not agree. He stayed in her inn and refused to leave.

His eldest young master was going to stay at her inn, and there was no peace there.

It was better to accompany him to the ancient city and send him off.

Ling Youmei set the alarm clock for waking up the next morning and put it back on the bedside table. She then found a hair dryer and dried her hair.

She changed into a clean set of pajamas and laid on the bed, ready to sleep.

Before going to bed, she habitually turned on her phone, scrolled through Weibo, and browsed the news.

She did not expect to see the news that she did not want to see the most.

- - The second young lady of the Ling's Group, Ling Youjing, married the mayor's son, Qi Yueze, this weekend.

Ling Youmei's head exploded, and she immediately felt like she was struck by lightning.

Although she already knew that this would be the result two years ago, she still felt somewhat uncomfortable when she saw it now.

After all, Qi Yueze was her ex-boyfriend. Her marriage to him had been decided when she was sixteen and her mother was still alive.

However, she did not expect that the second year after her mother's death, her father married another woman and brought in a half-sister.

Her stepmother, who cared for her daughter, had always regarded her as a thorn in her side, for fear that her father would leave her all his money, and always spoke ill of her in front of him, and made things worse between them.

Her younger sister had always liked to steal her things since she was a child. She was jealous and had never truly treated her as her own sister.

Ling Youmei originally wanted to marry Qi Yueze as soon as possible, marry out of the Ling family, and have nothing to do with them anymore.

But she never thought that her stepmother would encourage her father to betroth her sister to Qi Yueze, the man she was supposed to marry. Instead, she married her to Third Master He, who she didn't even know.

Ling Youmei had heard her best friend talk about Third Master He. It was said that he was cruel, evil, and perverse, and treated women as toys. His previous girlfriends had either died or been disfigured, and none of them had ended up well.

Naturally, Ling Youmei was unwilling to marry such a man.

She resisted and told her father that she was unwilling to marry. Her father was initially a little hesitant, but under the instigation of his stepmother, he actually agreed in the end.

Her stepmother even instigated her father to betroth her to the cruel Third Young Master in advance so that she wouldn't go back on her word.

Ling Youmei had escaped at the engagement banquet with this Third Master He.

She had fled to S City alone, met Tang Kou, and, under Tang Kou's recommendation, opened the hostel in the ancient city.

It was not that Ling Youmei had not thought about returning to the Ling family in the past two years, it was just that every time she thought about how her father had been so heartless as to marry her off to a cripple, yet allowed her sister to snatch away her fiancé, her heart would turn cold.

Especially when she saw the news online that her sister, Ling Youjing, was already with her boyfriend, Qi Yueze.

Therefore, she did not contact the Ling family for the past two years.

He didn't expect to see his sister Ling Youjing getting married to her ex-boyfriend, Qi Yueze, as soon as he turned on his phone to watch the news tonight.

Ling Youmei suddenly seemed to have been provoked by something and froze for a long time without any reaction.

Her head was buzzing, and her heart was in turmoil.

It would be a lie to say that she had completely let it go. However, it had been over two years. It was not worth it for her to be sad for these people.

Ling Youmei shook her head, not wanting to be affected by this news anymore.

She turned off her phone, threw it on the bedside table, turned off the light and laid down.

That night, she tossed and turned restlessly, unable to fall asleep no matter what.

It was not until the sky was almost bright that she fell asleep for a while and had a nightmare.

In her dream, Ling Youmei dreamed that at the engagement banquet two years ago, she did not escape, but was captured by the Ling family's bodyguards.

She saw Third Master He at the engagement banquet and found that his legs were not crippled. Furthermore, he was a tall, handsome man.

But why did he look more and more familiar to her?

Finally, when she got closer to him, Ling Youmei's eyes suddenly widened, and her face was filled with shock.

He... How could he be the Master Ho who was staying in her guest suite?!

Ling Youmei was so scared that she broke out in a cold sweat and woke up from the bed.

The sound of an alarm rang in her ears.

She turned off the alarm, but her mind was still stuck in that unbelievable dream.

How could she have such a nightmare?

Although the Master Ho in the VIP room was also surnamed He, his legs were intact and his facial features were exquisite. He was clearly not the same person as the cruel and crippled Third Master He.

Moreover, it was said that Third Master He was only chosen by her stepmother because of his crippled legs, pockmarked face, and old age. She insisted on marrying her.

However, the Master Ho in the VIP room was clearly very young and very handsome. Whether it was his age or appearance, they did not match.