"I'm not your wife!" An Xiaxia insisted.
Sheng Yize sneered. "Who gave you the illusion that you get to decide that?"
An Xiaxia said in a bold and straightforward tone, "Why can't I? It's up to me whom I'm going to marry!"
Sheng Yize chuckled in amusement, his smile mesmerizing.
"That used to be the case, but not anymore." Raising himself on one elbow, he played with a lock of An Xiaxia's black hair. "Once you're back at the Song family, you become the heiress. You no longer get to decide your life and marriage."
An Xiaxia was dazed.
She had never thought about it that way.
Was she going to be forced to marry someone she didn't like?
She began to panic. "I'm not going, then…"
"Sorry, but it's out of your hands now," Sheng Yize said casually. "Like it or not, you're going back."
"How does it have anything to do with you? Hmph!"
