C21 Really Want to Marry?

"Miss, do you really want to marry this mister? Don't tell me that you are threatened?"

Cheng Ling could tell that her grandma was different from those indifferent staff members. She was a good person, but she didn't expect her expression to be so serious. Even strangers could see that.

It was unknown if it was her imagination, but the moment the aunt finished speaking, she realized that Xi Shiche's gaze became more and more obscure and passionate. He stared at her with a smile, as if he was threatening her and also wanted to watch a show.

This man … Cheng Ling gritted her teeth and clenched her five fingers into a fist.

All of a sudden, she put her hands on Xi's shoulders and pressed her lips together, "I'm willing."

She was not used to acting so boldly in front of others, so she quickly let go of Xi Shiche's Cheng Ling. She did not know that when she said she would, Xi Shiche's straight back froze, his black eyes rippling, and his thin lips curved up slightly.

The formalities were handled very quickly. Suddenly, the marriage certificate was released. Looking at the marriage certificate, Cheng Ling was a little confused, as if everything was just a dream.

However, the photo on the marriage certificate was really quite amusing. Both of their faces were colored, as if they had just come back from a fight.

At this moment, she was feeling very complicated. Her thumb caressed the picture for a long time as she had imagined many scenes where she could get the certificate from Tang Yuze. She had never imagined that there would be a day when the person beside her would change to someone else.

Suddenly, a pair of thick hands took away the marriage certificate. Cheng Ling suspiciously asked, "What are you doing?"

Xi Shiche held the marriage certificate between his fingers. His brows were raised as he looked at her arrogantly, "This is my interest. If you want it, bring something in exchange."

Xi Chao Che put them in his pocket and patted them carefully, afraid that they would be lost.

Yeah, it's not a marriage, it's a deal.

Cheng Ling actually forgot such an important point. She was just one of the many women Xi Shiche had.

"Xi Shiche, you have so many women, why did you marry me? It's just a deal, is there a need?"

Xi Shiche stopped and looked back with eyes as sharp as knives. Cheng Ling only felt the temperature drop by 10 degrees as a chill ran through her entire body.

Her cherry red lips revealed a mocking smile, her hidden gaze seemed to have reached a stop, "A deal? "Since it's a trade, what qualifications do you have to ask me questions? Don't forget your identity."

If she thought it was a deal, then he would relentlessly demand from her what she deserved, what he longed for the most.

As the two of them walked out of the Civil Administration Bureau, the rain had stopped. Rainbow colors hung in the sky, and the sky had turned bright. However, Cheng Ling's heart became heavier.

The atmosphere in the narrow car became even more eerie. It was so quiet that one could even hear each other's breathing.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, she was at a loss, "Tonight, I …"

"Go home, or where do you want to go, eh?"

"No, there's nothing I want to go to."

"Then what rules should I abide by?"

He had almost forgotten that all women who sat at the table had to follow his rules, but what were his rules? She didn't know.

Xi Shiche looked at her, his gaze becoming more and more profound. "Your rule is to obey and never betray."

As expected, he had a domineering and domineering style.

Cheng Ling pursed her lips. Although she knew what Zhang Tie was talking about, she was still a little repulsed.

To swear loyalty to someone you don't love is as disgusting as eating a fly.

There was no longer any dialogue between them, and the whole way, it was eerily quiet. Xi Shiche's home was halfway up the mountain, and the journey was quite a distance away. She had unknowingly fallen asleep.

The little head bounced a few times from the car and landed on a broad shoulder.

Xi Shiche turned his head to look at the head that was leaning meekly on his shoulder. His pretty eyebrows were knitted together, and his pink lips were slightly pouted. He seemed to be sleeping unstably, and his body was constantly moving.

His elegant fingertip played with her soft hair, revealing the scab from the knife wound. His white index finger gently touched it, and his black eyes flashed with a trace of pain. His tone was helpless but doting, "I really don't want to make you worry, what should I do with you?"