C4 I'll Send Someone to Pick You up Tomorrow

My legs felt weak.

The man moved closer to me, and as soon as I pulled out my ID, he reached for it.

"Wait, Mr. Ling!" I regret it.

Ling Mofann turned his head and glanced at me. His eyes flashed with a bright light. He was calm and collected, but there was an additional sharpness to his gaze. My body shuddered as I said in a slightly terrified tone, "Mr. Ling, actually, I don't think my home is that urgent."

Nonsense, I'm only 23 years old. No matter how anxious my mother is, afraid that I won't be able to get married, she wouldn't be in a rush to let me marry a man I've only seen three times.

Besides, I've never been in a relationship. Am I pushing myself into a pit of fire?

Men are good-looking, and may also be very rich, but my purpose of matchmaking is to date, find love, not for men so called need!

The man stopped and looked at the expensive wristwatch on his wrist. I couldn't help but sigh. Men are really busy.

"Ye Jinyun, you lack money, but you also lack men, right?" Ling Mofann's voice suddenly dropped a few degrees below zero.

"Mr. Ling, I don't have a clear mind. Why don't you let me think about it again?" I can't marry him. Even if I were to marry him, I should at least let him know more about men. I don't know anything about him except his name.

"Miss Ye, I really don't have time for you to think about it. Your father is only half a year away from prison, right? He's a murderer, and hearing that the deceased's family is dissatisfied with the verdict, he went back to the lawyer." Ling Mofann's tone was cold.

"No, he's not a murderer!"

"It doesn't matter to me whether he is the murderer or not." The man's tone was calm, but his tone was cold. "Your mother borrowed quite a bit of money for your father's sake. Having a sister from an art school is not a small expense for a family like yours."

Every time I borrow money from my relatives, it's a common occurrence for me to mock and ridicule them. I have a sister named Ye Mengya who studies painting, and sometimes she has to learn to draw with tens of thousands of brushes.

As the only source of income in the family right now, what right do I have to talk about love?

My mother wanted me to get married, obviously because she wanted me to find a reliable man to share the burden.

It was my lack of consideration.

"Alright, be a bit more obedient. Money is not a problem. Regarding your father, if you perform well, maybe I can help you." Ling Mofann said.

I looked up at the man, incredulous. "Really?"

The man's gaze was deep as he glanced at my account book. I gritted my teeth and said, "I'll marry you. I'll cooperate with you during the marriage."

"Happy cooperation." The man turned and began to walk down the hall.

I followed.

Three days ago, I met Ling Mofann for the first time. Three days later, in the afternoon, Ling Mofann and I got our certificate.

Coming out of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

The sunlight hit the man on the side of his face. The fur on his cheeks was suffused with a layer of golden light. The lines of his face that were as sharp as a knife had also softened quite a bit.

"Three thirty, the company has a new product launch. I'm leaving first." The man took out his cell phone and answered a call.

I stood behind him, looking at the lengthening shadows under my feet, and opened the marriage certificate to look at the photo in my book with Ling Mofann.

In the photo, the man's hair was carefully combed, and he was wearing a white shirt. Looking at the man's eyes carefully, they were a bit crystal light brown, the tall and straight nose was like a perfect cut on the left cheek, his facial features were deep and distinct, and there was the charisma of a mature man on Ling Mofann's body.

Next to the man, I was wearing a cheap white shirt with a half a ball of hair. I was very sensitive to the camera, and whenever I felt the camera, I always wanted to squint my eyes in the gesture of an eggplant, which caused me to smile sweetly in the photo on my marriage certificate.

I seem to be too cooperative.

A horn sounded.

Ling Mofann opened the car window, revealing half of his face, "What are you standing there in a daze for?"

His tone didn't sound very good.

If you treat me like this the moment you've obtained the certificate, then who knows what you'll do to me in the future. I sighed in my heart, "Go back to your work." I want to calm down.

"Pack your things. I'll come pick you up tomorrow."

"What for?" I was angry.

Ling Mofann started the car, and I thought he should at least explain things to me before he left. I was ready to reject anything he said, so he didn't even give me a chance to refuse.

I watched Ling Mofann's car drive away from me, then turned around and went to the nearest city hospital.

My internship is almost over, and I'll be back on track in a few days. Before I can get back on track, I need a checklist for the last month.

Since they had booked a time, the entire physical examination wasn't too long ago.

"Pay more attention to your body and nutrition. Eat more fresh meat and vegetables and avoid alcohol and tobacco …" The doctor ticked my report and wrote a string of words I didn't understand.

But this sounded strange. "Am I sick?"

The female doctor took off her mask. She seemed a little surprised by my question, but then she impatiently said, "Miss Ye, you're pregnant."