With a cold snort, Tang Wan suddenly stretched out her ivory-smooth hand and grasped the button on Yang Chen's shirt collar. She gave Yang Chen a charming look, "This shirt is purely handmade in Italy, designed specifically for royalty and aristocracy, without any brand name. However, the buttons are made of South African blue diamonds, and the polishing technique is world-class. This shirt alone costs no less than 10 million RMB. Do you think anyone wouldn't know the value of it and think you're wearing a cheap shirt with plastic buttons?"
Yang Chen felt a little embarrassed. He really didn't expect anyone to recognize the true value of his clothes, but he quickly smiled and said, "Miss Tang has good taste, but you're still wrong. This blue diamond is from Namibia, not South Africa."
"You still say you're not a young master from some wealthy family. There aren't many people in Zhonghai who are worthy of wearing clothes with Namibian diamonds as buttons... It's no fun lying." Tang Wan narrowed her eyes, already a little displeased. Yang Chen took a few deep puffs of his cigarette, threw the butt into the river, and said in a very depressed tone, "Miss Tang Wan, let's be frank. Yes, you are beautiful, and I, Yang Chen, want to sleep with you, but there's no need for me to pretend to be a kebab vendor to sleep with you, right? I've already said that I'm just a kebab vendor. Who says a kebab vendor can't wear clothes worth ten million? Can't you just trust me and change the subject and talk about something romantic?"
"That's so rude." Tang Wan cursed without hesitation, but then smiled brightly. "But I like your frankness. Okay, I'll treat you as a kebab vendor for now. But, Mr. Yang Chen, I don't want to sleep with you, and I certainly don't want to sleep with a kebab vendor. Not at all."
"Then why are you talking to me so much?" Yang Chen was a little frustrated. He thought he had met a beauty ready to throw herself at him, but to his surprise, she had no such intentions at all. Tang Wan chuckled, her breasts swaying precariously. "Mr. Yang, you're truly a straightforward man, much more pleasing to the eye than those men who pretend to be refined. It's a pity I'm not the kind of woman you think I am. I'm only saying this to you because I was feeling a bit choked up just now."
"And then?"
"And then, I feel much better now. Thank you so much. If we meet again, I'll treat you to tea."
After saying this, Tang Wan walked towards her Land Rover. After taking a few steps, she stopped, turned back, and smiled charmingly, "By the way, I suggest you don't smoke at women in the future. Most women aren't nightclub girls, so they wouldn't find your gesture polite..." With that, she swayed her voluptuous figure as she walked back to the car.
Only after watching the black Land Rover disappear into the distance like a swift leopard in the dark night did Yang Chen mutter to himself helplessly, "Is selling lamb skewers really that bad? Do I need to change my career?"
The next morning, Yang Chen had just woken up when he heard a knock on his door. Depressed, he got up, walked to the door in his briefs, and opened it. Sure enough, Lin Ruoxi, with a frosty face, was outside.
Seeing Yang Chen's muscular upper body, Lin Ruoxi couldn't help but blush, but she still turned her head away expressionlessly and said, "Hurry up and get dressed, I'm in a hurry."
Yang Chen scratched his hair, "Hey, Miss Lin, why are you acting like an old man rushing to the market when it comes to getting your marriage certificate? Can't you let me shower and have breakfast first?"
"No, I have a meeting at ten o'clock," Lin Ruoxi said in a tone that brooked no refusal. "Don't forget to bring your household registration and ID card!"
Unable to accept the power of women, Yang Chen put on a shirt and shorts and followed Lin Ruoxi downstairs, getting into her red Bentley together. Lin Ruoxi grabbed two large bags from the backseat and threw them at Yang Chen, saying without even turning around, "Put this on to avoid being laughed at."
Yang Chen then noticed that Lin Ruoxi was wearing a formal office lady suit today. The beige suit was clearly the work of a renowned designer. The smooth lines hugged Lin Ruoxi's alluring curves, setting off her cold yet intellectually beautiful face. She was an absolute beauty in the eyes of men.
"Hehe, wife, you're already buying clothes for your husband before we're even officially married..." Yang Chen chuckled shamelessly, pulling out an Armani suit and trousers, along with a pair of brand new Pierre Cardin leather shoes, clearly meticulously prepared.
Lin Ruoxi drove diligently, pretending not to hear a word, and not bothering to respond to Yang Chen's frivolous tone. Yang Chen's movements were very nimble. Even in the relatively cramped seat, he easily changed into a brand new, luxurious outfit. He even self-consciously combed his hair in the car mirror, looking incredibly energetic.
Although she kept her eyes fixed on the road, Lin Ruoxi couldn't help but glance sideways at Yang Chen a few times. Seeing Yang Chen in a suit and tie, Lin Ruoxi felt her heartbeat quicken. Although she felt it was shameful, this man's carefree and uninhibited demeanor, as well as the occasional hint of melancholy in his eyes, captivated the woman. The suit accentuated Yang Chen's elegance, making him look far more extraordinary than the wealthy young men she usually encountered.
Lin Ruoxi consoled herself by saying, "He's still decent. At least I won't be embarrassed taking him out."
After speeding along, taking Yang Chen's color photos, the two soon arrived at the Civil Affairs Bureau. After getting out of the car, Lin Ruoxi hesitated for a moment, but finally gritted her teeth and stepped forward to hold Yang Chen's arm, putting on a happy, adorable expression.
Yang Chen couldn't help but smile, "My dear wife, now it's time to start acting. You're so dedicated."
"Don't laugh! Play your role well! We signed a contract!" Lin Ruoxi glared at Yang Chen.
Yang Chen sighed helplessly and let Lin Ruoxi hold his arm. After all, his arm would occasionally brush against Lin Ruoxi's plump breasts; rubbing them was a good thing.
Lin Ruoxi couldn't help but feel it, but she could only grit her teeth and endure it. After all, she would have to pretend for many more days to come, so she just had to let this bad guy take advantage.
Entering the Civil Affairs Bureau, their handsome appearance clearly caught the attention of everyone around them. Yang Chen, dressed in designer clothes, exuded a carefree and handsome demeanor, while Lin Ruoxi was naturally stunning. To those around them, they were a match made in heaven. After briefly verifying the couple's documents, the civil servant from the Civil Affairs Bureau quickly completed the formalities. With a congratulatory smile, he said to them, "Congratulations! Here's your marriage certificate. Please keep it. You are truly an enviable couple. You will surely live happily ever after."
Lin Ruoxi had been holding Yang Chen's wrist, and under the constant gaze of the people around her, her pretty face had already been flushed. Now, receiving the marriage certificate, she felt as if she had dreamed, so magical.
She was actually married, married to a man she had only known for a little over a day... Lin Ruoxi's beautiful eyes, slightly confused, looked up at Yang Chen beside her, and found that Yang Chen was also staring blankly at the marriage certificate, lost in thought...
Is he also sighing? What is he thinking? Is he disliked, or is he happy? Lin Ruoxi suddenly asked herself, but was shocked again. How could she care about what he was thinking!? Yang Chen suddenly turned around, meeting Lin Ruoxi's eyes. He smirked, "What's wrong, honey? You're not regretting it just after getting the marriage certificate, are you? You dragged me here by force."
"Do you think I really want to marry you?!" Lin Ruoxi whispered bitterly, "But don't worry, I, Lin Ruoxi, stick to my word. Just follow the agreement and cooperate with me for three years. Just don't mess with me."
After the two of them walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Lin Ruoxi immediately let go of Yang Chen's arm, returning to her cold expression. "Okay, I have to go to work for a meeting. You can go back first."
"Go back? You don't want me to walk back, do you?" Yang Chen felt a pang of misery. His wife was just too much. She was asking a husband like her to walk dozens of kilometers back home after just getting married.
Lin Ruoxi pulled a card from her purse and handed it to Yang Chen. On it was the address written in beautiful handwriting: "89 Longjingyuan, Wenhua Road." "Since we're married, we have to live together outwardly. Otherwise, we can't hide it from others. You should move in with me, so you can get out of that ditch of yours as soon as possible." After saying that, he got into the car without looking back, started the engine, and sped off.
Yang Chen's smile was uglier than crying, and he muttered to himself, "In the end, I still have to leave."