After winning the highest bid for Tristan Chase at the auction, he set three rules for me. Give him an unlimited Black Card. Clean up all his messes. And never ask about his private life. He would only leave with me if I agreed to these three points. Everyone thought he was overestimating himself; no one would agree to such conditions. But I just nodded. "Take good care of your face." For the next three years, I spent over a billion dollars on him. Everyone around me laughed at me for losing my mind over love. But I continued to do as I pleased. The day my father died, he had a car racing accident. Enduring my grief, I rushed to handle it. But at the door, I heard Tristan talking with his friends. "Tristan, sister-in-law is trained like a dog by you. Married life will be blissful, right?" "Yeah, once her old man kicks the bucket, won't all the family assets be yours after marriage?" A burst of laughter followed. Tristan's cold voice came from the center of the crowd. "Is she even worthy of marrying me?" The door was pushed open. Under everyone's shocked gaze, I walked calmly to Tristan. Ignoring his somewhat unnatural expression. After carefully wiping the dust off his forehead, I breathed a sigh of relief. "Good, the face is fine." Chapter 1 Tristan turned his face away impatiently. "It wasn't a big deal anyway, Melody, aren't you annoying?" Seeing the stiff atmosphere, his friends came up to smooth things over. Asking indirectly if I heard their conversation. Tristan also looked at me slightly nervously. Facing this somewhat apprehensive face, I still couldn't be cruel. I shook my head. Just as I breathed a sigh of relief, movement sounded at the gate again. It was Tristan's childhood sweetheart. He got up anxiously, tone gentle in a way he never used with me. "Why are you here? Didn't I say it's nothing, no need for you to run over in such heavy rain." Penelope clutched an umbrella, eyes filling with tears as soon as she saw the injuries on Tristan. "I was worried about you, and the thunder is so loud, I'm scared..." Tristan wiped away her tears with heartache. "It's late, I'll take you back and tuck you in." Finished, the two packed up and left. Facing the awkward expressions of others, I just watched silently throughout. Just as Tristan requested when I bought him. Never ask about his private life. Before leaving, Tristan spoke to me frankly: "My car is wrecked, I'll take yours. Find your own way home." Finished, he carefully put his jacket on Penelope, hugging her as they left. Never thinking about what I should do alone in such heavy rain. "Sister-in-law, Tristan he..." His friend stuttered. "No need to explain." I interrupted. In Tristan's heart, I will never compare to Penelope. His scarce patience and gentleness are all poured onto her. I also recognized long ago, no matter how much this face looks like that person, it's ultimately not him. But to see this face I think of day and night, I still endure it sweetly. Called the driver to pick me up, to handle Father's funeral. It was already midnight when I got home. The living room lights were on, which surprised me. Usually, he should have been asleep long ago. Seeing my face full of fatigue, Tristan frowned. "Why back so late?" I said lightly, "Had something to do." He seemed not to believe it, scoffing lightly. "I say, do you find this interesting all day?" "I just went to accompany Penelope. She's a little girl, worried about me in the rain and ran to see me, plus she's timid." "What's wrong with me sending her back?" Totally ignoring that I also dropped everything for him, rushing to see him first thing in the heavy rain at night. I rubbed my forehead, not wanting to argue with him too much. Seeing this, Tristan stepped forward and pinched my chin. Like a bestowal, he kissed down. I turned my head to dodge. His face sank, "Enough is enough, what temper are you throwing?" "My dad died, no mood." Tristan froze. Ignoring him, I turned into the bedroom. Don't know how long passed, Tristan lay beside me with the moisture after a shower. He gently pulled my hand. "I didn't know." I didn't respond. Tristan spoke to himself. "By the way, Penelope's birthday is coming soon. Saw a magazine a few days ago, there's an emerald diamond necklace that looks good." "I asked, that necklace is an antique, can't buy it anymore." "I remember you have one in your jewelry box. Since you don't wear it anyway, why not give it to Penelope to make her happy." My headache worsened, voice cold. "That was my mother's dowry, I won't give it." His hand holding mine stiffened. This was the first time I rejected him. He gritted his teeth and let go of me, got up, dressed, and went out. The door was slammed with a thunderous noise when he left. I ignored it, turned over, and fell into a deep sleep. Chapter 2 Driving to attend Father's funeral. Just entered the car, saw a pair of lace panties stained with white fluid on the passenger seat. Only Tristan drove this car when sending Penelope before. Time was tight, I changed a car and arrived at the funeral. Guests gradually arrived, Tristan arrived late with Penelope. "Penelope wasn't feeling well this morning, we are late." I lowered my eyes, "Take a seat." Seems the venue was a bit hot, Penelope took off her trench coat. Instantly, she became the focus of everyone. What she wore underneath was shockingly a bright red dress. Penelope sensed others' gazes, shrinking behind Tristan. She trembled, "What's wrong? Why is everyone looking at me?" She clenched Tristan's sleeve tight, causing him to protect her in his arms and comfort her softly. Now even with my good temper, I couldn't control it anymore. "Either take off this dress, or get out." My eyes were full of frost. "Wearing bright red at my father's funeral, Miss Penelope has such good breeding." People around watched this scene in silence. Penelope looked as if she suffered a huge grievance, biting her lower lip, eyes red. "I'll go then!" Finished, turned and ran. Tristan glared at me gloomily, grabbed Penelope's coat left on the seat and chased out. Closed eyes hard, took a few deep breaths. "Sorry, please continue." Everyone reacted then, pretending nothing happened just now. I sat down dejectedly. After this, I can imagine how they will discuss after going back. Nose tingled with sourness, thinking if only that person was here. After the funeral, Tristan returned. His clothes were slightly messier than when he left. He frowned, tone angry. "Just because of such a small thing, did you have to embarrass Penelope in front of so many people?" "She's just a little girl who doesn't understand these things, why make it difficult for her?" "Just because I went to tuck her in that day? It's been so long, is it necessary?" Tristan's mouthful of questioning made me laugh in anger. Usually I would pretend not to see, but today I don't intend to indulge anymore. "Today is my dad's funeral, who exactly is picking a fight?" I mocked. He paused, avoiding my gaze. After a while, offered a step down. "Alright, I'll talk to her about this later, it's not your turn to lecture her." "Penelope accidentally fell when running out. You happen to own a hospital, let them prepare the best ward." "Arrange a full set of checkups for Penelope, and this matter is over." I refused without thinking, "Impossible." Although I cover for his actions, I won't agree to even these requests. "You are becoming more and more unreasonable." Tristan impatiently tore off his tie and threw it on the ground, striding away. Home at night, entering the door saw Penelope sitting at the dining table in my seat. In the bowl in front of her was the nourishing soup prepared by my maid for me. Seeing me back, Penelope's voice sweet. "Sister Melody is back? Brother Tristan said Auntie Wang's soup is most nourishing, just right for my body." "You come have a bowl too." I glanced, walked past ignoring her directly. Tristan came up in three steps, putting his arm around my shoulder. Tone rarely gentle. "I thought about it, if you are unwilling then forget it. Anyway, we have a family doctor at home, it's the same for Penelope to live in our house." "Penelope likes your sunny master bedroom, give it to her. Having a good mood helps her recovery." Tristan was certain I wouldn't refuse him again. After all, over these years, he got whatever wind and rain he wanted from me. Even limited edition luxury cars worth tens of millions, I could fill a garage for him without blinking an eye. Chapter 3 Tristan pulled me to the dining table without waiting for my answer. He pushed a plate of bamboo shoots salad in front of me. "The bamboo shoots from the north city you like, I bought them for you, eat more." I stared at this dish in a daze. Actually, it wasn't me who liked it, it was that person. After his accident, this dish became my favorite. Picked up a bite with chopsticks, still the old taste. Seeing me giving face, Tristan's expression eased a bit. A trace of jealousy flashed quickly in Penelope's eyes, she put a piece of pig heart into my bowl. Then panicked hurriedly, "Sorry Sister Melody, I forgot Uncle died of heart disease..." "I'm always clumsy, don't be angry." She looked at Tristan for help. Tristan rubbed Penelope's head, comforting dotingly. "It's okay, I'm here." Looked at me again, said lightly. "Penelope is young, don't hold it against her." With that, he rolled up his shirt sleeves, skillfully peeling shrimp for her. Revealing the small hair tie belonging to Penelope on his wrist. Facing the two's intimacy, I lost my appetite. Put down chopsticks. Tristan saw I finished, spoke again. "Penelope's current rental lease is expiring. Give her a house to transition later." "Your downtown penthouse before is nice, decoration is also good, convenient for Penelope to find a job." The house Tristan mentioned was the marital home I prepared before. Decoration was personally designed by that person, all according to my favorite style. I felt it a bit funny. My lack of bottom line before spoiled him. Thinking I would yield for him time and again. But involving that person, I can't not care. "Tristan Chase, you want me to raise your mistress too?" My tone calm. Penelope stood up with a humiliated face, loudly said. "Sister Melody, I know you always minded my good relationship with Brother Tristan, but we are innocent." She looked at Tristan weeping. "I disturbed you guys, sorry Brother Tristan, I'm leaving now." Tristan pulled her anxiously, voice cold to me. "Apologize to Penelope." I sneered, strange, "Did I say wrong?" "Or say the panties on my passenger seat, aren't yours?" Penelope breathed rapidly, face flushed red. She shook her head, "You really misunderstood, I was having severe ovulation pain that day, Brother Tristan helped me with his hand." "We were close since childhood, this is nothing." Tristan pulled her into his arms, patting her back to comfort. "No need to explain, she is just suspicious all day long." He looked at me with cold eyes. "Do you think I will look at you more like this?" "Being unreasonable should have a limit. I'll spend more time with you another day, okay?" "Penelope can't stand grievance." "If you continue like this, I'll move out with Penelope." I heard the implication in his words. He was threatening me. Usually, as long as Tristan said this to me, I would soften immediately no matter what. Then satisfy his request, make him happy. Only when done, would he magnanimously express forgiveness. But my attention now was all on the phone that just rang. It was a text message. From a number I was extremely familiar with, yet thought would never contact again. [Melody, wait for me] Simple four words, made me freeze holding the phone. Chapter 4 Whose prank is it, or did that person really come back? This guess made my eyes gradually moist. Phone was snatched away. It was Tristan. "Why crying?" He frowned asking, looking suspiciously at the phone screen. But it was already off. He tried entering passwords several times, none correct. Tristan threw the phone on the table irritably, asked me again, "Did you listen to what I just said?" Thoughts chaotic, I didn't want to waste more words, grabbed the phone and stood up. "I think we should both calm down." Seeing my leaving back, Tristan was a bit at a loss. This was the first time I left before him. In the past, as soon as he lost his temper with me, I was the one apologizing and seeking peace in a low voice. No matter what vicious words he used against me. I would try every way to coax him. Maybe the anger is too big this time, should be fine in a few days. Tristan thought. Since that night, I haven't returned home for several days, nor sent a message to Tristan. This made him unable to sit still. Friends around saw his anxiety, comforted. "Oh, Tristan, what are you afraid of? We all see how much sister-in-law loves you." "Women, let her calm down herself is enough, won't she come back to lick our Tristan in the end?" Finished with more laughter. Penelope also nodded, filling Tristan's wine. "Yes Brother Tristan, definitely nothing big. Sister Melody is probably throwing a tantrum waiting for you to coax her first." "And her dad died, isn't the closest person still you? How could she really fall out with you." Tristan recalled the wallpaper he saw when taking my phone that day. Although pixels were a bit blurry, could still recognize it was him. Probably sneaked sometime unknown. After all, I loved him to the bone, how could I give up just like that. Tristan nodded, anxiety fading. "True, Melody Vance is taking over as CEO in a few days. When I go to her banquet then, she will definitely be fine." At the banquet, I was drinking with partners. Since that day, no matter how I messaged that number, no more reply. I could only wait patiently. If it's really him, he will definitely come to find me. I just need to wait obediently. Sipped champagne, saw Tristan entering the venue hall with Penelope. My face changed. The dress on Penelope was clearly the one I wore at my coming-of-age ceremony. This was custom made by that person finding a top foreign designer, took full six months to arrive. I walked up quickly, eyes angry. "Who let you wear it?! Take it off!" Penelope was scared by my eyes. Thinking Tristan was by the side, seemed to have confidence, "What are you doing?" I ignored everything, pulled directly. Tristan seeing my crazy look also got angry, pulled me away forcefully. Carried by his force, unsteady, my lower back hit the edge of the long table. The champagne tower placed on top shattered all over the floor. Huge commotion attracted everyone's eyes. Banquet supposed to celebrate my succession as CEO turned into a farce. Tristan protected Penelope behind him, tone impatient. "Melody Vance, how long are you going to act up? Aren't I here?" "This dress color doesn't suit you anymore, fits a little girl like Penelope perfectly." "You have so many clothes, necessary to embarrass her in public for this?" Seeing me covered in wine, calf scratched by glass shards. A trace of unbearable appeared in Tristan's eyes, made a gesture to pull me up. "Stop throwing tantrums, I'll accompany you to buy a new one later okay?" But whether to the pain on body or Tristan's words, I had no reaction. Just staring blankly at that familiar figure behind him. All blood in body seemed to coagulate in an instant. Tristan looked back following my line of sight. Seeing that man's face, his pupils dilated instantly. That was a tall man with a handsome face. Gestures revealed a transcendent temperament. "What are you doing to my fiancée?" Man asked coldly. Tristan subconsciously moved to block my line of sight. Questioned me with rising anger. "What fiancée?! Melody Vance, who is he!"
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