His Way to be a Perfect Wife

RED

Handsome, wealthy, intelligent, and noble, with six-pack abs, and single. That is how the majority of people characterize me. That's right, you read it correctly. I am the epitome of wealth and perfection. But I'm a young master who isn't easily seduced by any woman. Especially if she is the sort of woman who enjoys drinking and going to bars, and especially a woman who wants to use me as a bargaining chip. I won’t be easily seduced by those hot cheeks with hot thighs, but I can't deny that sometimes there are women who catch my attention. However, when I learn more about their lifestyle, they immediately turn into a huge red flag in my eyes.

I was about to get out of this chaotic bar when suddenly a woman grabbed my arm. She held onto me while walking like a freaking zombie! Who is this woman? What in the world is she up to?

I have been in a similar situation like this before, where someone pretended to be drunk and then accidentally bumped into me.

Tss!

I'm not going to be susceptible to this kind of scam. Woman, you'd better find someone else.

I was stunned by what I was thinking as I smelled the glistening aroma of wine emanating from her mouth. "You are the most handsome man I have seen tonight… How about marrying me, Mr. Handsome?" she murmured, her face lit up with the sweetest grin.

She had a slim, twine-thin sculpted figure. She had a burnished complexion and a tapered waist. Arched brows peered down at long, flowing eyelashes. Her button nose was framed by beautiful ears. Bright cheeks. She had saccharine sweet lips. They softly opened up and grew slightly apart. She breathed softly on her carmine-red fingernails and flashed a set of sparkling, angel-white teeth. Her long, moon shadow-black hair was lovely to look at. Her puffy, heart-shaped lips were covered by her seductive, constellation-brown eyes as she looked at me. Her beauty is not your typical beauty. I was just staring at her when that thought came to me.

Who is this woman?

I couldn't help but shake my head at what I was thinking. Anyways, why should I care? She is, without a doubt, like any other woman in financial distress who is looking for someone to help her.

"Let go!" I shouted at her, and shoved her away from me.

Who did she think she is? Even asking me to marry her in the midst of a large crowd. She wasn't even close to being my type.... Well… Although she is attractive, I will not lower my standards only to suit this type of woman.

I noticed her being escorted by two men who appeared to be wasted. "Miss, what if we got married? ha-ha-ha," they joke as they brush their hands across the woman's shoulder. "Stop struggling, come with us… I promise we will be gentle," said the guy who looks like a rugby user.

I quickly approached them and took the rugby looking users hand away from that woman's shoulder. "Ouch!" he moaned. I just stared at him with a blank expression. A serious face as possible.

"Get lost!" I said with a serious face, the two rugby-looking users were immediately stunned and quickly ran away.

Anyway, how was it possible for this woman to continue drinking? Given how wasted she is, it would be rude of me to leave her on the floor. Do I need to assist her? No, why would I even help her. I have no idea who she is or where she lives. Just a pain in the neck, that's all she'll be.

I look at her and seeing her laying on the ground makes me feel pity for her. You should be grateful that you ran into someone as nice as me, lady. Fine, I'll match your performance. I carried her to my car and drove her home.