Wen Miaomiao locked herself in her room for an entire day.
She had thought through every possible way to handle the situation.
If her husband hit her? She’d go straight to the police.
Let’s see how the Gu family would save face then!
If he tried to force her? She’d just shit and fart right on the spot.
If he cheated on her? No problem, go right ahead.
She loved the color green the most.
After settling her thoughts, she finally went downstairs in high spirits for dinner.
At the dining table, everyone looked grim.
Wen Miaomiao tried to comfort her family.
“Mom, Dad, I’m getting married. Aren’t you happy?”
Mother Wen’s eyes reddened, terrified that her daughter would be bullied in the Gu family and too afraid to speak up.
Wen Rongzheng spoke up, “Little sister, if Gu Yan ever bullies you, you must tell your brother. I’ll fight him to the death.”
Wen Miaomiao nodded with a bright smile.
Wen Ruoxue’s voice was hoarse as she put down her chopsticks, on the verge of tears. “Miaomiao, it’s all my fault…”
“Big brother, go tell the Gu family that Miaomiao can’t marry Gu Yan. Choose Gu Chiyu instead.”
Wen Rongzheng understood his sister’s meaning but sighed, knowing the matter was already settled.
There was no room for negotiation.
Unless… the Wen family openly opposed the Gu family.
Meanwhile, at the Gu family’s ancestral home.
In the main hall.
The Gu family’s second son, Gu Chiyu, was sitting on the sofa reading a book when he turned to look at his younger brother, Gu Yan.
“A-Yan, why do you think Dad suddenly changed his mind? Making you marry Wen Miaomiao?”
“Guess.” Gu Yan leaned back on the sofa, legs spread apart, lazily playing on his phone without answering.
Gu Chiyu smiled slightly, relieved it wasn’t him getting married—otherwise, how would he face Xue’er?
“A-Yan, are you really willing to marry Wen Miaomiao? That girl has such a gentle, soft personality… she’s not really a match for you.”
Gu Chiyu felt a pang of sympathy, knowing all too well what his younger brother was like.
Gu Yan fiddled with his phone, then suddenly looked up, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Gentle and soft?”
An image flashed through his mind—a woman in a slit cheongsam, pinned against a floor-to-ceiling window, pleading for mercy.
“Heh, easy to bully, huh? I like wives who are easy to bully.”
Gu Chiyu frowned slightly…
“What kind of talk is that?”
Too despicable…
Gu Yan glanced at his second brother, his tone cold. “Feeling sorry for her? Why don’t you marry her then?”
Gu Chiyu fell silent.
After a moment, Gu Yan added, “By the way, aren’t you close with the Wen family’s second daughter? Have her push Wen Miaomiao’s WeChat to you, then forward it to me.”
Gu Chiyu’s face darkened as he sent a message to Wen Ruoxue.
Soon, he successfully added her as a friend.
Gu Yan wore a wicked grin as he typed out a message.
【Hello.】
【Gu Yan, this is Wen Miaomiao.】
【I know.】
【Let’s get this straight—we can have an arranged marriage, but I’m not a virgin.】
So blunt?
Gu Yan looked at the message, a faint smile curling his lips, his gaze growing even more profound.
【What a coincidence, Miss Wen. I’m not a virgin either, and I have plenty of experience in that area. After we marry, I’ll make sure you’re thoroughly satisfied.】
After reading it, Wen Miaomiao cursed him silently as a bastard and threw her phone onto the bed.
Gu Yan chatted while wearing a wicked, mischievous grin.
Gu Chiyu watched his expression from the side, feeling uneasy. “A-Yan, Wen Miaomiao is young and innocent. Talk to her properly.”
Gu Yan put down his phone, dragging out his words, “Second brother, you marry her then?”
“…”
Gu Chiyu was left speechless. He was only following Xue’er’s request, afraid her younger sister would be bullied.
But Gu Yan was inherently bad, unruly, and foul-mouthed—how could he possibly listen to advice?
Next Monday, 10 a.m.
Xicheng District, outside the Civil Affairs Bureau.
Wen Miaomiao was dropped off by the family driver. She got out of the car, turned around, and waved, “Uncle Zhang, you can go back now.”
Uncle Zhang nodded and drove away.
Wen Miaomiao was wearing a white dress today, paired with white socks. Her short hair was fresh and lovely, her makeup light, and her dark eyes brimming with innocence. Her entire being radiated a bright, vibrant youthful energy.
Holding her ID card, she stood at the entrance, looking around as she waited for someone.
A black Maybach pulled up by the roadside. Black leather shoes with red soles touched the ground, followed by a pair of long, perfectly proportioned legs.
The man was dressed in a black suit, tall and slender with an upright posture. He got out of the car, holding his ID card.
“Wen Miaomiao!” He jogged toward her, calling out her name.
Wen Miaomiao looked up and saw his handsome, elegant face… Her brain instantly short-circuited.
Him? How could it be?
“Don’t recognize me anymore?” Gu Yan walked up to her. With the height difference, he looked down at her. Damn, that short hair was really cute.
Gu Yan couldn’t resist reaching out to pat her head.
“Miss Wen, let me introduce myself. You enjoyed my body for three months abroad, then dumped me. Now, I’m your soon-to-be husband, Gu Yan. ‘Yan’ as in ‘world-weary.'”
A mischievous smile spread across Gu Yan’s face, filled with an overwhelming sense of possession and triumphant confidence…
Wen Miaomiao stumbled, nearly falling, but he quickly steadied her.
“Don’t faint just yet. From now on, you’ll only faint because of me.” Gu Yan leaned down and whispered mischievously in her ear.
Panic flashed in Wen Miaomiao’s eyes. She quickly pushed him away, shaking her head, her voice trembling with a tearful whimper.
“No, I can’t marry you… You’ll be the death of me. I don’t want to!”
She had made up her mind. Even if her family went bankrupt, she couldn’t marry this man! Otherwise, she’d die young!
She didn’t want to sacrifice her entire life.
Gu Yan took two steps back, his expression turning cold and serious. “Fine, then let the Wen family go bankrupt, or I’ll have you marry the man your sister likes.”
Gu Yan picked up his phone and called his assistant, ordering, “Listen carefully, prepare to acquire the Wen Corporation.”
Wen Miaomiao immediately jumped up, snatched his phone away, tears welling in her eyes.
“I’ll marry you…”
Her voice was filled with grievance, enough to tug at anyone’s heartstrings.
After a mix of threats and persuasion, Gu Yan had her right where he wanted her. He bent down, scooped her up by the waist, and carried her into the Civil Affairs Bureau, planting a kiss on her cheek.
“Baby, we’re a perfect match.”
Photos taken, marriage certificate issued—all in one smooth motion.
After receiving the certificate and stepping out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Wen Miaomiao held her marriage license, her face filled with confusion…
She had already returned to the country, so why couldn’t she escape?
Those three months of intense entanglement… painful yet pleasurable.
But a lifetime of this? Her body couldn’t handle it!
This man was too lustful.
“Wife, let’s go eat?” Gu Yan switched terms effortlessly, holding her small hand, a wide smile on his face.
Wen Miaomiao pulled her hand back, looked at his strikingly handsome face, and before she could stop herself, she fainted…
Gu Yan immediately caught her, carried her all the way to the car, and placed her in the back seat.
He got in as well.
“I heard your sister is a neurosurgeon. Perfect timing to take you to see her.” Gu Yan spoke up, instructing the driver to head to the hospital.
Wen Miaomiao instantly snapped awake, opening her eyes. “Don’t go see my sister.”
“Not pretending to faint anymore? How about we go eat instead?”
Gu Yan curled his thin lips slightly. His peach blossom eyes held a gaze toward her that was anything but innocent—as if he had captured her soul. It wasn’t exactly lewd, just brimming with intense possessiveness…
“Or should we go straight to the hotel?”
“I’m hungry,” Wen Miaomiao decisively said, sitting up straight. “Let’s go eat. I want a big meal.”
Gu Yan nodded in satisfaction and instructed the driver to head to the International Hotel.