CEO's Sweet Wife: You're One In A Million

Never in my wildest dreams did I think that someday Ken Song would betray me.

He introduced Yoyo to me three years ago. I liked her because she was so simple and enthusiastic, so I took her as my assistant.

She even told me that she'd become my fan when I joined a pageant seven years ago. I was only sixteen at that time. Since Yoyo became my assistant, she got a lot of opportunities to spend time with Ken Song. She worked hard, so she also gained popularity. Because of that, I happily gave her a chance to become a celebrity like me.

Some of my fans teased me that she might take my place, but I didn't take them seriously at all. I received several anonymous messages which contained intimate photos of Ken Song and Yoyo. I asked him about it, and I believed him when he said that it was just for work. I even advised him to be careful, so other people would not misinterpret his relationship with her.

However, things changed a month ago. I went out to shoot a TV commercial, but we finished early, so I came back home before time. I was about to open the door when someone opened it from the inside. Then I saw Yoyo standing in my house, wearing a bathrobe. Her hair was in disarray, and her eyes still looked sleepy. I felt something was wrong, so I asked her why she was at my home.

She just answered, "Someone broke into my house last night, so I'm scared to live there alone now. Annie, I hope you don't mind if I stay with you for now." She then turned around and went straight into my room to change her clothes. It looked like she was more at home in my house than me.

I took out my phone to call Ken Song. It was only then that I noticed my hands were trembling violently. After a few call attempts, he finally answered. But I didn't expect that he would just tell me that I was making a mountain out of a molehill. He even warned me not to offend Yoyo. He reminded me that she was the mainstay of the company and had many invitations.

Anger surged up in my heart at once. Yoyo was not very beautiful, and it was hard for her to stand out in the entertainment industry. But Ken Song was so persistent in building her up. He even told me that if I really wanted to become Mrs. Song, I would not show up in public more often, and I should hand over my resources to her.

I realized that I couldn't drive Yoyo away from the company. And now, even from my home.

It was the first time that Ken Song and I had fought, and I even threatened him that I would break up with him if Yoyo didn't move out of my house. Three days before we got married, he finally asked Yoyo to move out. Then, an anonymous message came again. This time, it was a hotel room number and a photo of Ken Song sneaking into a hotel alone.

I called him immediately, and he just told me that he had a meeting with one of the movie investors. He said that I should go to bed now, so I could wake up early in the morning to register our marriage. I convinced myself that I had nothing to worry about. But my feet didn't listen to me. I got up and rushed over to the hotel.

Room 1102. I was about to knock on the door when I heard the sound of a man and a woman making love inside. I felt so weak and breathless.

I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs to release my agony. All of a sudden, someone patted on my shoulder behind me.

"Miss, which room are you in?" The security guard looked at me as if scrutinizing me. I looked at Room 1102 with a flushed face. Fortunately, he didn't make a fuss. Perhaps he was already used to this kind of scene wherein a wife caught her husband cheating in one of their hotel rooms.

"Don't worry. I won't go in," I said to him. I took out my phone and dialed the hotel number. When the receptionist answered, I asked her to connect my call to Room 1102.

I couldn't hear anything inside the room for about five seconds. Then someone answered the phone. "Hello?" I bit my lips. I couldn't be mistaken, it was Ken Song's voice.

"I'm outside the room. Come out and go home with me." I tried my best to hold back my tears, but I failed. The security guard gave me a last disdainful look and left.

When Ken Song opened the door, I saw that the room was in a mess. He came out with a gloomy face and pulled me to the side. "Are you following me? Don't you trust me?"

I looked at him in disbelief. He was already caught in the act, but he still had the nerve to scold me. I just sneered and fixed his wrongly buttoned shirt.

"I just caught you with another woman in a hotel room. Don't you think you should give me an explanation first?"

But before Ken Song could say anything, Yoyo spoke up. "Ken, you told me that Annie is a sensible woman. Isn't she afraid that the paparazzi will know about us? If she destroys me, the Sky Entertainment Group will go down the drain." Yoyo was leaning against the door to avoid the CCTV camera in the corridor.

She looked at me arrogantly. She was only wearing Ken Song's coat, which was not enough to cover her body.

Yoyo called me Annie just now. I didn't even know when she started to call me by my nickname. Maybe she was claiming that we were equal now. She was no longer my fan and wasn't working for me anymore.

I looked at Ken Song, but he avoided my gaze and told me to go home.

"Are you really together now?" I was surprised that I was able to ask the question calmly.

But instead of answering, he pushed me away irritably and said, "How can you be so unreasonable? Go home. Or else, I can't guarantee you that I'll be at the Civil Affairs Bureau on time tomorrow."

"Huh! Ken, are you thinking that I'll still marry you after what happened? Am I that stupid in your eyes? I'm telling you now, we're over. Don't you ever dare show up in front of me again!"

I then turned around with my chin up and ran out of the hotel before I broke down. To my surprise, a Bentley suddenly pulled over just one centimeter away from me.

The car window was rolled down. Then I saw a man in the passenger seat. He cast a glance at the hotel first before turning to me. He looked so inexorable that I couldn't help shivering when our eyes met. My mind went blank in an instant.

"Check it out," he ordered in a cold voice. The man in the driver's seat got out of the car. He looked at me for a while, then turned around and left.

The man in the passenger seat popped out his head and looked at me again. His face was full of disgust. He got out and sat behind the wheel. "Hey, you are so ugly. Get out of my way."

I couldn't believe my ears. How dare this man call me ugly! Didn't he know that I won the Most Photogenic Award? I turned my head away from him angrily. But then, what I saw was two entangled figures in front of the window of Room 1102. It was so painful that I just wanted to stay away from this place as soon as possible.

Without further ado, I opened the car door and got in.

"You almost hit me just now. You need to take responsibility for it," I said to him.

"How? I'm not interested in ugly women like you." What a waste! The man's voice was so pleasing to the ear, but what he said was so rude.

I gritted my teeth and said, "I'm not interested in you either. Just take me to a place."

"Well, that's a very simple request. Where?"

"Oak Bay," I answered. But I suddenly changed my mind. "Oh no, not there." I didn't want to go back home now as I would only be reminded of so many memories. Ken Song and I brought the house together, but only his name was on the property ownership certificate. He had said that the paparazzi wouldn't be able to discover our relationship in this way. But now I realized that he just wanted the house to be his only.

"Just take me to a clean hotel," I added.

"Miss, are you implying something? I'm so scared." I was not in the mood to talk to him, so I didn't say anything. Eventually, he drove to the nearest hotel.

Everything about my life and career had always been arranged by Ken Song, so I really didn't know that there was another hotel nearby.

When we got there, I thanked the man and got out of his car. My anger had already dissipated, and I already calmed down, so I felt a little embarrassed now.

Since I didn't book in advance, I couldn't get a discount. I needed to pay their original rate.

I handed my card to the receptionist. After a short while, she said to me, "Miss, we can't swipe this card. Do you have another one?" She gave me a strange look. I was stunned. I couldn't understand why my card was not working. I took out my wallet and gave her five more cards. However, none of them worked either. This time, my heartbeat went abnormally fast.

"Miss, you'd better call the bank and check." The receptionist was kind enough to advise me what to do. I walked to the side and made a phone call. I didn't expect that all my cards would be deactivated.

"I'm sorry, miss. The account holder called us to deactivate those cards. If there is a misunderstanding, you can..."

I didn't hear the rest of the operator's words anymore. All of my cards and even the company were under Ken Song's name. But I didn't expect that he would deactivate my cards as soon as we broke up. We had been working together for seven years. I didn't know that only money mattered to him.

I turned my back to wipe off my tears and rummaged through my bag. Unfortunately, I only had one hundred dollars.

I was so preoccupied that I didn't even notice the pair of eyes that had been staring at me.

"Miss, it seems that you can't stay in this hotel. Go back to my car and tell me where I should take you this time."

I turned around awkwardly and saw the owner of the Bentley. I didn't know that he followed me.

He still had that pleasant voice. But for me, it sounded so unkind. I observed him carefully and looked at his eyes. It was so difficult to discern the different emotions from the way he looked at me. I wasn't sure if I saw disdain, mockery, or boredom in his eyes. Or perhaps he was just teasing me. But I knew that I had never seen this man before.

I suddenly remembered the person who was sending me the anonymous messages, so I suspected him. "Sir, stop pretending that this is just a coincidence. And next time, you don't have to be anonymous anymore when you send me a message." I noticed a sudden change in the man's expression.

"What did you say? You also received anonymous messages? What are those?" His deep frown almost made me believe that he was innocent.

"Why would I tell you what are those messages?" If I told him that those were photos of Ken cheating on me, I would only embarrass myself.

"Don't tell me that you went for a ride and bumped into me in front of the hotel coincidentally?" I asked.

He snorted and said that he was so unlucky to have crossed paths with me. And he was thinking of selling his car tomorrow because it might bring him bad luck in the future. After saying those words, he turned around and left.

Since I couldn't stay in this hotel, I had no choice. I followed him and got in his car.

He raised his eyebrows and said to me, "Miss, do you still think you are not clinging to me?"

This time, I needed to be straightforward. "I only have one hundred dollars now. Take me to a place where I can stay with my money." I expected him to mock me again.

For a man who owned a Bentley car, I was not sure if he knew a hotel that cost one hundred dollars. But to my surprise, he didn't say anything to me. Instead, he started the car.

The car stopped not too far away from another hotel.

When I looked out of the window, my eyes opened wide in shock. "Are you kidding me?" I stayed in the car, ignoring the doorman who opened the door for me and bowed to welcome me.

Vitrantis Hotel? The only six-star hotel in the county! I heard that the cheapest room here cost thousands of dollars. Even if I was a celebrity, I was too mean to stay in the hotel for one night.

"I have a room here. I can lend it to you tonight." He then handed me a black room card with golden letters "VIP" printed on it.

I wanted to refuse his offer, but he said it was not safe for me to stay in a cheap hotel. Besides, if the paparazzi found me and spread some negative rumors about me, my career would be over. I didn't want it to happen to me.

So I took the card and said, "Well, what is your name? I'll pay you back tomorrow."

He just smiled. A smile that made me feel very uncomfortable. An indescribable sense of uneasiness rose up from my heart. He took my phone and saved his number in there with a name Q.

I wondered why it was only a single letter. 'Is his surname Qin or Qin?' But then I shook my head, thinking that it didn't matter anymore.

"Call me when you're ready to pay me back. But don't make me wait for too long. I charge interest."

I just clenched my teeth, turned around, and entered the hotel.

I thought that he might have a good room in this hotel, but I didn't expect it to be grand. When I handed the room card to the receptionist, I was stunned when she covered her mouth and screamed. I got so scared that I almost rushed out of the door.

Fortunately, the well-trained receptionist immediately apologized. "I'm sorry, miss. We only have one VIP card, so it's my first time to see it." She called the manager over.

The manager personally led me to the presidential suite on the top floor. He then asked me about my size, explaining that several sets of branded pajamas would be sent for me to choose later.

"No, thanks. I don't have money for that," I refused at once.

"Don't worry. This is how we treat our only VIP customer." The manager also euphemistically said that they would not only provide me some pajamas, but also send me some clothes to wear tomorrow. And I didn't need to pay even a single penny. It was all part of their service.

Since I became a celebrity, luxurious things didn't surprise me anymore. I got used to them in my everyday life. But when I saw the interior of the room, I almost screamed in excitement. I suddenly realized that the luxury I had before was nothing compared to it.

I didn't know how big this presidential suite was until the manager told me that this was the only room on this floor. There was a small lounge next to it, and there was an exclusive butler only for the VIP.

The entire suite had French windows made of sapphire. I stood in front of one of them and looked outside. Since I was on the top floor, I had a view of the whole city. The lights around gave me a feeling that I was in the starry sky.

In my heart, I still hoped that Ken would call me. But when I woke up the next morning with the phone in my hand, I realized that I was being ridiculous.

Ken was so heartless. Today was our wedding day, but I was homeless and penniless. I had wasted seven years of my life with the wrong man.

I got up from bed and went to the bathroom. As soon as I finished washing my face and brushing my teeth, the butler brought my breakfast. The meal looked so sumptuous that I didn't even know how to start eating it.

If not for the man's message, sending me the bill early this morning, I could have given this hotel's service a perfect score. But I was not in the mood to do it anymore.

"Miss, where are you going? We will arrange a car to take you there."

I was even more shocked by this additional service. But when I remembered that this was a luxury hotel and that man was a VIP customer, I realized that it was only a normal thing for them to provide such kind of special treatment. So, I told the butler the address of the Sky Entertainment Group.

In the past, I used to come to the company ten minutes before the working time so that the other employees wouldn't come over and greet me. But today, I felt that something was wrong. The employees were the ones avoiding me this time. No one greeted me, and they even ran away as soon as they saw me. They were also whispering to each other.

I was sure that there was nothing wrong with my clothes today. So when my eyes caught sight of Coco, my new assistant, I stopped her before she could also hide from me.

She lowered her head in embarrassment and said, "Mr. Song said that you should pack up and leave in an hour." I was stunned for a while. Then I remembered that last year, Ken told me that he transferred all the company's shares to his name for the development of the company. He even reasoned that it was what a responsible man should do.

It suddenly dawned on me now. I had nothing to do with the Sky Entertainment Group anymore. He not only had a mistress, but also took my hard-earned money and my company. I got so furious.

"Is he driving me away? So easy for him, huh! I still have a contract with the Sky Entertainment Group. Is he going to terminate it for no reason?"

I saw the complex emotions that surfaced on Coco's face. I knew she had a lot to say, but she was so hesitant. Eventually, she pulled me to the corner where there was no CCTV camera. She then told me that I was really expelled from the Sky Entertainment Group since last night. Ken said to them that something happened. The board of directors and other executives stayed up all night because of it.

"Miss An, you'd better check Weibo,"

Coco said while handing me the tablet sympathetically.

I read the post of the Sky Entertainment Group's Weibo account. It was said there that I had a dissolute private life that had affected the company's image. As a result, the board of directors had no choice but to terminate my contract.

There were also some pictures of me. I came out of the hotel, talked to a man in a Bentley car, and got in the car. I didn't know how they did it, but the picture of me talking to the man looked like we were kissing passionately.

My fingers were trembling when I continued to scroll up. It took me a long time to find Ken's Weibo post.

It said, "I don't want to believe my eyes. I don't want to hurt you, but I can't hold your hand anymore."

This was enough to arouse the netizens' anger. Many of them cursed me. In their eyes, he was a pitiful man who was cheated on.

Yoyo also commented. "Be strong. I believe that everything will be over soon, and you can pull yourself up again. The Sky Entertainment Group has you. We are all here for you."

I almost crushed the tablet in my hand.

"Where is Ken?" I roared through clenched teeth.

"Mr. Song has left just now. But he has already informed the media that the Sky Group Entertainment will hold a press conference tomorrow to explain everything in detail."

I took out my phone, looked for Mr. Q's number, and called him.

"You're really good at tricks. I'll give you a perfect score. But remember, God is watching your every move. I'm sure that karma is on its way to you."

The voice on the other end of the line sounded so confused. "What are you talking about? Where are you right now? I'll go there."

To avoid attracting people's attention, I chose to meet with Mr. Q at the riverside. It was located in a remote area, so there were not so many people going there. When I wasn't famous yet, I used to hang out there with Ken. We even dreamed of having our own house along the river in the future.

That dream had actually come true. Ken had a house there now. But unfortunately, the person he would share it with was not me anymore.

"What are you doing? Is it really worth it for you to kill yourself for such a good-for-nothing man?"

Mr. Q dragged me down from the railing of the bridge, and I fell directly into his arms. I was overwhelmed with both anger and embarrassment, so I wanted to struggle. But when I saw him drenched in sweat, I froze. Did he think that I was going to jump into the river?

"What? Do you feel guilty now? How much did Ken pay you to set me up?" I asked angrily.

After hearing my words, he loosened his grip and dropped me to the ground. "Ahhh!" I felt like my buttocks were burning.

"No wonder you were fooled by that man for a long time. You're so stupid!" Mr. Q satirized me with disdain. Ken must have really planned everything well. He even had several contingency plans.

"What now? Do you need my help to deal with them?" he asked casually as if Ken and Yoyo were just bugs in his eyes that were so easy to deal with.

I looked into his eyes without saying anything. He surely knew Ken and Yoyo, and he was aware that I had been wronged by them.

"Who are you? Why would you help me?"

But he deliberately ignored my questions. Instead, he said, "Don't worry. Dealing with someone like Ken doesn't require any hard work at all. This time, my help is free. After all, he dragged me into this."

Now that I knew that he had nothing to do with Ken, I finally calmed down.

"I know that you are not an ordinary person. But you have nothing to worry about. Ken deliberately covered your face and your plate number, so you were not exposed. This is my issue, so I hope you let me resolve it by myself."

I was not a saint, but I also couldn't let anyone be involved in my problems. I knew that Mr. Q had all the money and resources, but I didn't want to use him.

"At least, he knows that I loved him. Money is nothing to me. I just feel bad that the seven years of my sincerity and hard work have been in vain." I tried to hold back my tears, but they still streamed down my face. Mr. Q reached out and touched my face.

I froze when he wiped my tears with his slender fingers. He then said, "You are so kind. So what are you going to do next? Congratulate them? They may not believe you."

I shook my head. The Sky Entertainment Group was my painstaking efforts. I could give it up, but I would never let them take it.

"From now on, I swear to destroy the Sky Entertainment Group. I will take away everything that matters to them."

I heard him applauding to me. But I know it was insincere. "You do have backbone. But, shouldn't you pay me back the room charge last night first?"

"You..." My eyes widened in disbelief. He was obviously a rich man. Why did he still insist on asking for payment? Was he really trying to add insult to injury?

I had no money right now, so I gave him an IOU. I stated there that I would pay him in one year with the bank's highest interest rate.

However, he refused to accept it and said, "Are you always domineering? I am the creditor, so I should be the one to decide the terms and the rules."

I took a deep breath and asked what he wanted.

He replied, "Don't worry. As I've said, I'm not interested in ugly women. I need a cook at home right now. This job doesn't require beauty, so I believe you can do it."

What he said pissed me off. "What? You want me to cook for you?" I wanted to say a lot of things to him, but he covered his ears and took two steps back. He then shamelessly said that he didn't want me to be moved so much by his offer.

"Excuse me. I'm an actress, okay? I have my own work." I was not discriminating against any jobs or professions. But I really didn't want to pay my debt in the way he wanted.

"You can cook for me as a part-time job," he said and looked at me up and down shamelessly.

"You..." I was so angry that I wanted to hit him on the head.

"Do you have a place to live? The security in my house is very reliable. You can be assured that the paparazzi can't harass you there. Let's go. I will show you your new working environment."

I felt that he was trying to protect me, but I immediately brushed it off my mind. He dragged me into his car and locked the car doors. I had no choice but to give in.

While we were in his car, his phone rang twice, but he declined them in an instant. He then turned it off and looked stern. I told him that he could answer the phone and I wouldn't make any sound.

"Has anyone ever told you not to take yourself too seriously?

You can easily lose face." I glared at him. I had already made up my mind that he was a vicious man. Perhaps we couldn't really get along well.

When we got out of the car, I finally understood what he meant by reliable security. For me, it was even more than that. It was perfect.

There were security guards at the foot of the mountain. As an outsider, I could tell that there was no blind spot anywhere.

I couldn't help telling him, "Mr. Q, your home fulfilled my childhood wish." The villa built at the top of the mountain really amazed me. I couldn't say anything.

He smiled at me and asked what that wish was.

"When I was a child, I wished to buy a mountain and move all of my ancestors' ashes there. After I die, I will be buried in the mountain too."

"You have such a strange wish. But don't worry. If you die, I will be generous to bury you in this mountain. I will make a gravestone for you, saying this is my cook's grave."

After saying that, he walked forward and left me behind. I licked my lips and followed him obsequiously.

"Sir, you are back." As soon as we came in, the butler greeted him and took his coat. I gave my shawl to the butler too.

Mr. Q then introduced me to the butler. He pointed at me and said casually, "From now on, she will be responsible for cooking for me. Arrange a room for her on the third floor. No matter where she goes, tell Louis to drive for her and protect her."

"But..." It seemed that the butler wanted to say something.

"What?" Mr. Q snapped. Seeing his creased brows, the butler lost his courage to speak up. He didn't make any objections at all.

I went upstairs with the butler. While we were on our way to my room, he asked for my name.

"My name is Anna An. But you can call me Annie." I introduced myself. "By the way, what is your boss's name, and what does he do?"

"What? You don't know him?" The butler was obviously shocked. My eardrum actually buzzed because his voice was so loud when he asked the question.

"You heard him, right? I'm just his new cook. Of course, I don't know anything about him," I retorted sourly.

"No, no, no. You don't understand." He looked back hesitantly. "He wants you to live on the third floor."

"Yes. I heard him." I wondered if there was something wrong with the third floor. Looking at the butler's expression, I couldn't help asking, "Is there a ghost on the third floor?" I took a deep breath and shivered as I felt that the hair on the back of my neck stood.