As soon as he saw her, he burst into laughter on the spot. The laughter was like the swirling waves of the sea, and the smile was like the dazzling sunshine, which strongly aroused her heartstrings.
She looked at him blankly. "What are you laughing at?"
"You're laughing." He looked at her leisurely. "You really didn't disappoint me. Your dressing sense is still so unique."
What does this mean? She was sure that this was definitely not a compliment, but she didn't understand why he was being sarcastic. She was wearing a neat and dignified suit. What was wrong with her
"It's nothing, I just feel a little sympathy for your boss Xia Yumo." He saw through her doubts, but he was so evil that he didn't intend to explain and pushed a document to her. "This is our marriage agreement. Take a look at it. If you have no problem, just sign it!"
She took it, ordered herself to calm down, and carefully read every clause related to the future, but she could hardly read anything, and her mind was confused and knotted.
Yes, how do you want her to calm down? She was planning to sign a marriage contract with a man she had not met a few times.
"I won't lack anything that should be given to a wife. I'll give you a house to live in, a car for you to drive, and you can swipe your gold card as you please. You just need to help me be more filial to my dad, and occasionally act as my virtuous wife in public at the right time. Help me with my public relations image—this shouldn’t be difficult, right?”
It's not difficult. She had no objection to the treatment he gave her and the conditions he required. She only had some doubts about one of the validity period provisions.
"Will this marriage last two years?"
"What, do you think it's too long?" He half-smiled. "Since I helped your father make up for a large sum of public funds and saved him from ruin, would it be too harsh to act with me for two years?"
"No, that's not what I meant." She didn't think it was too long, she just doubted whether he could hold it. "I'm afraid that I won't be able to meet your requirements and I'll disappoint you."
"Don't worry, I never have high expectations for women." He said lightly. She listened and secretly gritted her teeth. "...So, do you sign or not?"
She glanced at him, took the pen, and was about to sign the contract, when he suddenly raised his voice to stop her.
"Wait a minute, there's something I've always wanted to ask you - apart from being grateful that I helped your father make up for the shortfall, do you have any other reasons for agreeing to marry me?"
Why did he suddenly want to ask
She raised her eyes and faced him with eyes that looked lazy but were actually shrewd and sharp. Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated. She suddenly recalled that a few days ago, when she accompanied him to the hospital to visit his critically ill father, he was standing at the door of the ward. An expression full of concern but trying to suppress it.
"Because you are very filial." She tried her best to remain calm. "In order to comfort my seriously ill father, I married my first love's daughter as he wanted, so I... was very touched." Yes, she was moved, not moved.
"You mean you agreed to marry me to fulfill my filial duty?"
"… You can also say that."
He laughed again, this time even more exaggerated and unrestrained than before, with a faint hint of ridicule. She stared at him in confusion, wondering why he was laughing so wildly.
"Sign it!" He nodded.
The two signed the contract respectively and reached a marriage agreement peacefully. At this moment, no one expected that when the contract expired, an unpeaceful divorce war was about to begin—