The Newlywed's Sweet Honey: Husband, Pamper Me to the Bone!

Chapter 804: Blood-Colored Romance (Part 7)

Mu Yiliang finally realized deep down that this man had completely changed!

He had become cold-blooded and ruthless, reckless and indifferent, extremely dangerous!

If she tried to persuade him again, he would really do as he said and throw Xiao Qi into the sea to feed the sharks!

Mu Yiliang trembled violently, lying on the bed with wide eyes, like a doll that had lost all its life force.

Yan Sijue’s icy fingertips brushed across her cheek, leaving a soft laugh, and he turned to leave the room.

Mu Yiliang closed her eyes, trembling...

This man... what exactly was wrong with him...

Was it because she said she couldn’t forgive him, that she wanted to cancel the wedding, and thus he had changed so drastically? But why... why...

Would he always be like this from now on?

The thought of that possibility terrified her even more!

Additionally, if Lan Yueru’s surgery failed... they would all die... was there still a need to worry about the future?

Mu Yiliang shed silent tears, the night was so long, so long that she wished she could end her own life!

Mu Yiliang couldn’t sleep at all, and after some time, someone walked in.

Her whole body tensed, but soon, the gentle footsteps let her know the visitor was not Yan Sijue.

"Lady Mu, it’s time." It was a gentle female voice.

Mu Yiliang opened her eyes and slowly sat up, as the servant cautiously helped her off the bed.

Mu Yiliang was like a puppet, letting the servants bathe and dress her.

The sky gradually brightened, the estate becoming lively. In a few hours was her and Yan Sijue’s wedding, a wedding she had anticipated for so long, yet she never imagined it might become Lan Yueru’s funeral!

And possibly include Yan Sijue and her...

The fear was so deep that she was nearly numb.

After some time, the makeup artist finally stopped working and praised, "Lady Mu, you must be the most beautiful bride in the world!"

Mu Yiliang looked at herself in the mirror, a flawless, exquisite face displayed before her eyes. The originally swollen eyes had long disappeared, and the pale complexion now had a rosy, spirited glow.

This was what a bride should look like, not the pale, weak version of herself from last night.

She tried to muster a smile at the mirror but failed.

Suddenly, she saw Yan Sijue behind her in the mirror.

Her body instantly froze!

The man walked towards her step by step, already dressed in his suit, handsome as a deity.

No, not a deity! But Satan!

With a faint smile at the corners of his lips, his eyes were cold, an abyss of darkness.

The makeup artist and assistant immediately greeted him respectfully.

The man seemed to not hear, his right hand gently resting on Mu Yiliang’s neck.

Mu Yiliang felt goosebumps rise all over her! As if a snake coiled around her neck, ready to deliver a lethal bite!

"Smile." He spoke lowly, with an undeniable hardness, "You’re the bride; don’t give me a stepmother’s face."

Mu Yiliang lightly shuddered, finally managing to show a sweet smile at him in the mirror.

Although the smile felt like it was floating on her face, false and insincere.

The man was satisfied and smiled, "Good girl."

He then turned his gaze to the stylist, "Get her into the gown."

"Wait a moment." Mu Yiliang spoke weakly.