Ou Lan was stunned for a couple of seconds before she dumbfoundedly looked down at the red booklet in her hand. Crap, a marriage certificate!
It wasn't any damn military secret, but instead, she had freaking married Zhan Moxiao!
Deceit, forced marriage, ruffian, thug...
A string of words flashed across Ou Lan's mind, her inner cosmos instantly furious, igniting and erupting, "Zhan Moxiao, you'd better give me a reasonable explanation, or else I'll bite you to death!"
He couldn't continue with a second string, how desperately anxious must he have been to resort to such methods to trick and marry her, a pure and beautiful girl!
Master Xiao, who was about to get into the car, suddenly stopped, highly amused.
Look, with a proper status, her demeanor is different. Now she dares to call him by his name directly. She already has the initial heroic spirit a woman of Zhan Moxiao should have. Not bad, she's promising material.
However, Master Xiao was rather haughty; he would never tell her that he had waited to marry her, aging from a beautiful fourteen-year-old boy to a twenty-eight-year-old uncle.
He and his so-called ex-wife Chu Yajie had only a nominal marriage, with no wedding ceremony and even a fake marriage certificate; the son was naturally not his biological child.
Chu Yajie had already sacrificed herself, buried in the Western Suburb Martyrs Cemetery; he replaced his comrade to raise the orphan out of gratitude for saving his life.
This sham marriage was meant to provide the child with a clean identity.
His sword-like eyebrows furrowed, his icy gaze swept over the girl's bright and pretty face, "If not for my grandfather's military order bearing down on me, do you think I would willingly marry you, you foolish woman?"
Out of the blue being married off and then called foolish by the man who just married her, Ou Lan was nearly a mess in the wind, "If you don't want to marry, and I don't want to marry either, why go through with this certificate? This is a mistake... a mistake! A mistake must be corrected; let's get divorced immediately!"
Even if they got divorced immediately, she was still anxious. A fine, blooming beautiful girl becoming a twice-married woman in an instant; damn, she wanted to take revenge on society.
Master Xiao, however, was absolutely calm, his voice unhurried and faint, "Wrong is wrong; there's no way to change it."
"Why?"
"Because my life only has widowhood, not divorce."
Crap, Ou Lan really wanted to bite him to death.
...
Since ancient times, it has been said: don't fight with the rich when you're poor.
Why?
Because you can't beat them.
A nineteen-year-old girl from the slums, how could she fight against the powerful Tycoon Master of the Empire? Miss Ou quickly became Mrs. Ou, her resistance ineffective.
On the way home, Ou Lan almost crushed her small white teeth to pieces.
Zhan Family members indeed can't be trusted!
This perverted Moxiao, just to trick a girl into marrying him, dared to pull strings to have the Civil Affairs Bureau green-light his application in the middle of the night during a holiday, and even audaciously caused a city-wide blackout for half an hour.
Crap, rich and ruthless, a bully!
Back home, her bright little face looked drained and lacklustre as if her vitality had been sapped.
Ou Chenghai was frantically pacing around, and immediately approached her upon seeing his daughter, "Lanlan, what happened? Just now, Zhan Moxiao's people came and took your household registration book."
Ou Lan coldly smiled and handed the marriage certificate to Ou Chenghai.
After looking over it again and again, Ou Chenghai was almost petrified, "Lanlan, you've become... the Tycoon's Lady? And I'm the... father-in-law of the richest man?"
Ou Lan rolled her eyes weakly and dragged her exhausted body towards her room, "I need to die for a while. If it's a small matter, summon the soul; if it's a serious one, dig up the grave. If you accidentally encounter me, it's just playing dead, don't panic, dear father."
Watching his daughter's retreating figure, Ou Chenghai rubbed his face in confusion.
That night, the Ou living room witnessed numerous instances of 'playing dead,' as Ou Chenghai eagerly watched his daughter repeatedly emerge from her room, moving all the ice cream from the refrigerator into her own room.
A few times, he quietly walked up to her room door and peeked inside through the slightly ajar door, finding his daughter hugging a tub of ice cream, eating and cursing all of Zhan Moxiao's ancestors.