Su Weichu understood from Ying Yanluo's hesitation, chuckled, and said, "Actually, what I want is quite simple."
Ying Yanluo looked up at him, obviously waiting for his next words.
Su Weichu continued, "I need a marriage and a wife. I am very busy at work and I am tired of dealing with endless fruitless dating. I think if there is someone I don't hate or reject, and I can avoid these dating, then getting married doesn't seem impossible."
Ying Yanluo was stunned: "Just like that?"
Su Weichu nodded, "Yes, that's it."
“Wouldn’t that be too simple?”
Su Weichu curled his lips, "Do you think it's easy?"
Ying Yanluo nodded.
"Do you find your current predicament difficult?"
After hearing his question, Ying Yanluo's eyes turned and she understood what he meant. What bothered her seemed insignificant to Su Weichu, and what bothered Su Weichu seemed insignificant to her as well. So, they each had their own agenda.
"Do we need to agree to get married?"
"Marriage by agreement?"
"No need to sign a contract?" In fact, in Ying Yanluo's heart, she still felt that she had made a profit.
"There is no interest connection between us, so there is no need."
"How can there be no interest connection? If we divorce, according to the law I will get 50% of your post-marriage profits, so we can sign a prenuptial agreement."
Su Weichu narrowed his eyes slightly, "I didn't expect that you think so comprehensively."
Ying Yanluo was not quite sure whether his words were a compliment or criticism, but it did not matter to her because she had never thought of getting rich through divorce in the future. The best thing was for both of them to get what they needed and owe each other nothing, and to have no property disputes and be clean.
"What do you mean, Mr. Su?"
Su Weichu looked into her eyes and said, "I respect your decision."
He was not mistaken. After he said this, the person on the other side breathed a sigh of relief without showing any emotion.
"We've been talking for so long, you must be hungry, let's eat." Su Weichu.
Ying Yanluo nodded and picked up the chopsticks again.
Su Weichu accidentally discovered that Ying Yanluo tried every dish except the stir-fried celery with black fungus, so he asked, "Don't you like this dish?"
Ying Yanluo was stunned for a moment, "No, I'm allergic to celery."
He ordered this dish. Su Weichu said, "I'm sorry."
Ying Yanluo shook her head, "It's okay, it's nothing."
"Buzz buzz buzz—" the cell phone on the table vibrated.
The caller ID shows Tao Lanzhi.
Ying Yanluo muted her phone and then turned it upside down on the table.
Su Weichu: "Don't answer it?"
“That’s not necessary.”
Su Weichu smiled and did not bring up the topic.
Tao Lanzhi made several phone calls in a row, and the calls were connected, but no one answered.
"Still no one answers?" A majestic voice came from behind.
Tao Lanzhi turned around and shook her head at Ying Rutian, "I guess he didn't see it."
Ying Rutian is 48 years old this year, in the prime of his life. He has maintained a good figure, and his facial features are straight and serious, showing the charm of his youth. He is not bad looking, otherwise the three siblings of the Ying family would not have such good looks. "What do you mean I didn't see it? It's obvious that he did it on purpose. He is really getting less and less educated as he grows older."
Tao Lanzhi's eyes flashed with emotion, and she walked towards Ying Rutian, patting him on the back with her hand, "Rutian, don't talk about Yan Luo like that, Yan Luo is not that kind of person."
Ying Rutian glanced at her and said, "She treated you like this, and you still speak to her side."
"It's okay. After all, I am a mother."
Ying Rutian looked at her well-maintained face and sighed, "Lanzhi, thank you for your hard work over the years."
"What's so hard about it?" Tao Lanzhi smiled gently. "You treat me well, and your children are filial. But you have to work hard for us. You are the one who works the hardest in our family."
It has to be said that Tao Lanzhi was a very smart woman. With just one sentence, she flattered Ying Yanluo calmly and gently touched Ying Rutian's heart. As a husband admired by his wife, his chauvinistic vanity was instantly satisfied.
Ying Rutian held Tao Lanzhi's hand and said gently, "Lanzhi, the luckiest thing in my life is marrying you."
An appropriate tenderness appeared on Tao Lanzhi's face.
"Okay, the kids are hungry, let's eat first." Tao Lanzhi called to Sister Ming in the kitchen, "Sister Ming, go upstairs and call Yanyu and Chixi to come down for dinner."
***
It was already past nine in the evening when they came out of the hotel. The temperature in the autumn night was much lower than that in the daytime. The cool breeze carried the autumn atmosphere, and Ying Yanluo's long hair was messed up by the wind. She reached out and tidied it casually, and said to Su Weichu beside her: "Mr. Su, if your lawyer has sorted out the contract, please remember to send it to me."
Su Weichu looked at her and said, "Okay."
Wait for the hotel staff to drive their car over.
Ying Yanluo took the car keys from the staff and said, "Then Mr. Su, I'll leave first."
"Slow down on the road and drive carefully."
Ying Yanluo glanced at him and nodded.
As the car gradually moved away from the hotel, Ying Yanluo glanced at the rearview mirror. Su Weichu was still standing there, facing the direction she had left. She didn't know what he was looking at. It was not until the car turned a corner and drove into the busy lane and she could no longer see his figure that Ying Yanluo withdrew her gaze.
Ying Yanluo has an apartment in Chaoyang District, Beijing. It was a pre-marital property that her grandfather bought for her mother before she got married. After her mother passed away, this house and other properties became the inheritance left to her by her mother.
After arriving home, Ying Yanluo finally had time to look at her phone. There were several missed calls from Tao Lanzhi. She didn't intend to reply. She casually threw her phone on the bed, took her pajamas, went into the bathroom and took a comfortable hot bath.
After blowing her hair and doing skin care and lying on the bed, Ying Yanluo thought carefully about what happened today. It seemed that until this moment, she felt that everything today was just a dream. Her mind was full of Su Weichu.
Su Weichu, this strange and unreachable person to her, can they really...get married
Until she realized it herself, she reached out and grabbed her hair. What was she thinking? They were married by agreement without any feelings for each other. If Su Weichu had a woman he liked in the future, she would definitely give up this nominal position, so why think so much
Ying Yanluo pulled the blanket to cover her face. Instead of thinking about these messy things, she might as well go to bed early!
…
Gu Yu had just sent his friend out the door and was about to clean up the mess when the phone on the table suddenly lit up. There was a message coming in. He crushed the beer bottle and threw it into the trash can while looking at the phone screen. It was a WeChat message from Su Weichu.
Su Weichu: Are you asleep
Su Weichu: If you are not asleep, please help me take a look at this prenuptial agreement
Gu Yu casually recited these two WeChat messages. What's going on? Why are you still reading a prenuptial agreement so late? Although he was complaining, he still sat down and tried to open his eyes wide to carefully read the prenuptial agreement document he sent. After a quick glance, he remembered the most clearly, which should be the key point of this prenuptial agreement, that is, after the couple divorces, they will be deemed to have voluntarily given up each other's common property.
What the hell? Whose prenuptial agreement is this? Is this... is this a prenuptial agreement that a human can write
He wanted to see the scumbag’s prenuptial agreement, so he sent a WeChat message to Su Weichu: Whose prenuptial agreement is this
Su Weichu replied promptly:
Gu Yu: “???!!!”
He jumped up from the chair with a "swoosh" and his hands were shaking as he typed: Who are you talking about
Su Weichu repeated: My
grass!!!
Gu Yu felt that either he or Su Weichu was crazy. This must be a dream, a terrible nightmare. Everything would disappear when he woke up. That's right, that's right. So he decisively turned off his cell phone, didn't even bother to take a shower, and lay down directly on the sofa in the living room.
Su Weichu waited for Gu Yu's reply for a long time, so he clicked on his circle of friends and took a look. There were lobster hotpot, cold beer, and his selfie that he would die if he didn't show it. After thinking for a while, he didn't bombard him with WeChat messages.
As he was about to take a shower, his eyes fell on a WeChat message on the WeChat interface, and his slender fingers tapped unconsciously on the side of the phone.
Su Weichu has many fairy-tale loves around him, but to be honest, he does not desire or yearn for love. Love is dispensable to him. He is more interested in those cold business documents and data.
All his decisions were made quickly and carefully. Marrying this girl who was eight years younger than him was probably the only time in his thirty years that he made a quick but un-careful decision. The time between meeting and getting married was no more than a week.
In just these two days, the face that had gradually become blurred in my memory slowly became clear.
After not seeing her for three years, she didn't seem to have changed much. If she had to be described, it was that she had grown up a bit, but she still had some of the shadow of three years ago. His memory of her face was vague, but her voice was still fresh in his memory. During countless nights of overtime work, that voice would inexplicably pop into his mind.
He also didn't expect that he would be so obsessed with a certain voice. After all, before he heard this voice, he didn't think he was a so-called voice control. A few years ago, his mother asked him what kind of girls he liked.
He remembered what he said, the voice was nice.
Therefore, for a period of time, he was forced to come into contact with many girls working in TV stations. Their voices were all nice and recognizable, but they were not the voices in his memory. The question was whether Su Weichu liked the voice or the owner of the voice.
He couldn't answer this question, but if he had to ask for an answer.
He seemed to like this voice more.
Because if he liked the owner of the voice, he would not have allowed himself to do nothing in these three years. With the ability of their Su family, it would have been very easy for him to find this girl at Yoyo's wedding, but he didn't.
During these three years, he seemed to be making a gamble, betting on whether he would meet her again.
It seems he won the bet.