"Whether you marry me or not, this is yours," Khan said.
After all, everything he owns belongs to his wife, and the only candidate for his wife is her.
"I don't want it, you take it back," Xiya wasn't stupid; if she accepted this gift, he would have even more control over her in the future.
"Then, do you want to marry me?" Khan took a step back, avoided the files she pushed back towards him, and asked again.
"No," she replied without hesitation.
Khan was frustrated: "Why? Are you unsatisfied with me in some way? If so, tell me, I'll change immediately."
"There's no reason. I just don't want to get married yet, it's that simple."
"But, I want to get married."
Khan took a step forward, pressing toward her.
His tone, was like a child begging for candy.
Xiya: "..."
She looked into his eyes and noted that his thought process wasn't quite right today.
She took a deep breath, then loudly snapped at him, "Look for someone else to marry, I won't accompany you."
