Yhan Xi put down the agreement and looked up at Gong Zhen, "If I sign this agreement and my father finds out, he'll break my leg. Old Gong, when all is said and done, I'm the one who's wronged in marrying you."
Gong Zhen's face turned ashen—this woman really dared to speak like this in front of him. "Is that so? Then was it really not you clinging to me that day?"
Yhan Xi gritted her teeth, having thought he was a gentleman, only to find out he's an old rogue. "Old Gong, when young people say such things, it's called flirting. Coming from your mouth, it truly feels incongruous. I refuse to sign this agreement."
Gong Zhen had obviously caught her weak point. He chuckled lightly, "You don't have to sign. Then all matters of the wedding will cease. I think canceling the wedding will be no loss to me—an old thing nearing his grave. But for Miss Yhan, I'm afraid it would be a lifelong disgrace."
