CEO's Ugly Flash-Marriage Wife Hides So Many Identities

The room was a mess.

Miss Qiao Rui rolled out of bed, her straight and symmetrical legs hitting the floor, almost causing her to stumble.

The man from last night had been too rough, the battle fierce.

It seemed that Pei Liyan wasn't as chaste as the rumors outside suggested.

Miss Qiao Rui, feeling indignant, mischievously pulled out a pen and quickly wrote a note to leave behind.

She took one more look at the man of distinguished grace lying on the bed, his eyes closed, his facial contours relaxed, exuding a contented sexiness.

At least he was an extremely handsome man; she felt she hadn't made a bad deal.

Miss Qiao Rui consoled herself with this thought before leaving the suite.

A car was parked in an alley beside the hotel.

She drove away and soon, the car was heading towards the cross-sea bridge.

In the faint morning light, the endless sea bore an eerie and frigid aura.

Suddenly, she noticed a car following her.

Was it Pei Liyan's people?

Miss Qiao Rui hesitated, then sped up, and the car behind also quickly increased its speed.

So, they were tailing her.

Had the entertainment reporters discovered her tryst with Pei Liyan and were now following her to get an exclusive scoop?

However, as the speed grew increasingly faster, it carried a sharp intent to kill.

Anxiety flooded Miss Qiao Rui's heart, and she soon realized this was no simple pursuit.

Indeed, the car behind her aimed straight for her, accelerating like an arrow to ram into the back of her vehicle.

A murder to silence her?

Could it be Pei Liyan's people?

Because of the fear of a scandal being exposed, they were even willing to commit murder to keep it silent?

Miss Qiao Rui's gaze turned cold, her eyes sweeping across the rearview mirror, a mocking smile forming on her lips.

If they wanted her dead, then they would get their wish.

A sudden brake, a swift turn of the steering wheel, and Miss Qiao Rui's car, along with the one pursuing her, both plunged into the sea.

Boom!

A burst of flames shot into the sky, the fire and the splashing waves swallowed by the ocean...

Elsewhere, at seven-thirty.

Warm sunlight filtered through the window drapes, casting a layer of golden light upon the man's handsome features, dazzling and brilliant.

Suddenly, Pei Liyan awoke with a start.

He frowned, glancing beside him to the clutter, the floor scattered with tailor-made suits, evening gowns, high heels, silk stockings...

All of it pointed to one conclusion: something unspeakable had indeed happened last night.

His thoughts drifted back to the previous night, the woman of a thousand charms entwined with him in disarray throughout the night.

But where was the woman with whom he had shared his spring night?

Pei Liyan looked around, but no sign of anyone.

His eyebrows knitted together tightly, his deep eyes brimming with spine-chilling danger. To play games with him, she had guts.

He took out his phone, his lean lips cold as ice, "Fang Mo, check the woman who was with me at the hotel last night."

In less than ten minutes, Fang Mo called back, "President, it was the celebrity Rui Qing."

Pei Liyan's impatience filled his eyes. He had been drugged last night, and to his surprise, he had ended up spending a foolish night with Rui Qing, the new starlet who had just burst onto the scene this year.

Rui Qing?

At the mention of this rising star, four words instantly came to Pei Liyan's mind: graceful as a startled swan.

He remembered Rui Qing's dress from last night, a vivid red, a color few female celebrities could pull off gracefully, yet she wore it effortlessly.

The dress was designed cunningly, its off-the-shoulder cut revealing her pale collarbones. Its form-fitting shape perfectly accentuated her curves, and the hint of her scapulae on the back was subtly visible, elegant yet sexy.

Their eyes had met last night, and when she looked at him, she pretended not to see.

Ha, what a tactic.

Pei Liyan got out of bed and turned to see the imprint of a plum blossom on the sheets.

That meant the first impression of the woman had taken him aback.

Almost instantly, his body tensed up.

The absurdity of last night surfaced in his mind, he and that woman were very compatible.

As soon as he thought about it, his body reacted.

Damn woman, she had actually drugged him, and he fell right into her trap for the first time.

Pei Liyan's face grew cold as he spoke sternly, "Bring her to me immediately."

Fang Mo replied, "Yes!"

After hanging up the phone, Pei Liyan looked down and saw a note: "You're really bad, if it doesn't work, go to a urologist!"

Seeing this note, Pei Liyan's handsome face instantly turned gloomy.

The damn woman dared to provoke his male pride.

Who was it that begged for mercy last night, whimpering nonstop like a cat in heat?

Damn, thinking of this, he took a deep breath.

Next time, he would kill her!

After hanging up the phone, Pei Liyan headed straight for the bathroom, took a cold shower, and changed into a new suit.

Fang Mo hurriedly knocked and entered.

"President, there's been an accident. Rui Qing left this morning, collided with a car on the cross-sea bridge, and her car plunged into the sea. Miss Rui, she's feared dead."

"Dead?" Pei Liyan was somewhat surprised.

Fang Mo said, "The car exploded when it flipped over, Miss Rui has very little chance of surviving."

Pei Liyan's expression changed dramatically.

The woman who'd played him, taken advantage of him and even provoked him, was dead?

He couldn't accept this outcome.

A cold glint appeared in Pei Liyan's eyes, "Keep searching, we need to find her, dead or alive."

"Yes," Fang Mo nodded. "President, the chairman said that the lady's birthday banquet will be held in the banquet hall downstairs in three days, please make sure to attend."

Officially, it was Grandma's birthday celebration, but in reality, the Pei Family had already hinted to all the eligible young ladies of the Qiao Family to come together; it was essentially a "wife selection event" for Pei Liyan.

Pei Liyan frowned slightly, showing a hint of impatience, but in the end, he said, "I know."

Three days later.

Banquet hall of the Senhao Hotel.

Qiao Rui had just returned to the Qiao Family the day before when she was informed of Pei Liyan's "wife selection event."

The heir of the Pei Family selecting a wife was more grandiose than the emperor choosing concubines.

All the Qiao Family girls of marriageable age were present, each dressed in formal gowns, styled to rival red carpet celebrities, waiting for Pei Liyan's decree.

To everyone else, Qiao Rui was as unremarkable as a country chicken, not worth a second glance. Since she wouldn't be chosen anyway, she quietly enjoyed the food.

"Pei Liyan is here!"

Immediately, everyone looked up towards the entrance of the banquet hall.

A line of people walked in from the entrance, five or six men, each one handsome. The one in the center was Pei Liyan.

At a height of 186cm, dressed in a custom-made suit, he strode in with a crowd surrounding him.

The warm lighting cast shadows across his broad shoulders, outlining his strikingly handsome face, with features like those sculpted by an artist—so privileged and good-looking.

Qiao Rui glanced at him before lowering her head and continuing to eat her chicken in the corner.

The man, who had been with her three nights ago at the top floor presidential suite here in this building, was now preparing to choose a wife.

Qiao Rui figured Pei Liyan definitely wouldn't recognize her.

After all, that night she wasn't Qiao Rui, but the popular rising star Rui Qing.

But Rui Qing's car accident and explosion had already hit the trending searches, and her body hadn't been recovered from the sea yet, so she was declared missing.

At that moment, after scanning the banquet hall, Pei Liyan finally set his gaze on Qiao Rui, who was in the corner eating chicken with her head down.

Everyone else also followed his gaze.

The girl was wearing a hoodie-style dress, with two braids, nerdy black-rimmed glasses on her face, holding a chicken leg in her hand and enjoying herself as if she hadn't eaten meat for many years—ugly, plain, and greedy.

"That one there, eating the chicken leg, Miss Qiao," Pei Liyan spoke in a deep voice.