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Sweetie, We Are Not Gonna Get Divorced

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Chapter 21: Hellish Marriage

Sweetie, We Are Not Gonna Get Divorced

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“How can such a handsome man harbor such a sinful heart?”

Ou Lan watched, her eyes filled with a bit of infatuation.

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Although his age was… cough, quite uncle-like, both his physique and face were that of a handsome man.

Zhan Moxiao crouched beside her, his tone finally not as cold and serious, “Get up, go have breakfast.”

“I don’t have to run the remaining eight thousand meters?”

“Considering it’s your first training, no need.”

She didn’t know where she got the strength from, but Ou Lan scrambled up and ran towards the building, moving with more vigor than a rabbit, just in case he changed his mind.

Zhan Moxiao turned his head to look at her and couldn’t help but smile again, his features picturesque, as if crafted from the finest ink and wash painting.

“Look, Master Xiao is smiling again.

It’s been years since anyone’s seen him smile.”

“The Young Madam is so cute, she’s made Master Xiao bloom like spring flowers after a long drought.”

The bodyguards unanimously gazed at Ou Lan’s retreating figure, unable to take their eyes off her until she disappeared at the building’s entrance.

“Is today’s training session so relaxed?!”

With a sharp rebuke from Master Xiao, the bodyguards were startled back to reality and voluntarily added three thousand meters to their run.

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Once Ou Lan returned to her bedroom, she quickly showered, changed clothes, and then went downstairs for breakfast.

Without waiting for Zhan Moxiao to finish his morning training, she grabbed her backpack and ran out of Ailan Castle.

She was going to find Lin Ziran to discuss how to end this hellish marriage.

When Zhan Moxiao came back to the dining room and found Ou Lan missing, he asked, “Where’s the Young Madam?”

The maid reported, “The Young Madam has already finished breakfast and gone to school.”

Ran that fast?

Zhan Moxiao raised an eyebrow.

At that moment, his phone rang.

It was a call from the Zhan Residence.

His long finger pressed the button to answer, “Grandfather.”

“Moxiao, how’s the matter of proposing to the Ou Family going?”

General Zhan Juncheng had been oblivious to Zhan Moxiao’s feelings towards Ou Lan, his impression still stuck on the memory of his grandson at fourteen, forcefully kicking open the door to his office and adamantly requesting the cancellation of their engagement.

Six years ago, Zhan Moxiao suddenly brought home his then-pregnant ex-wife Chu Yajie to the Zhan Residence.

Zhan Juncheng, furiously smashing the teacup in his hand, thought his grandson was doing it on purpose to oppose him, but with the deed already done, he could only tacitly agree to it.

However, shortly after giving birth to Zhan Lingtao, Chu Yajie passed away.

Barely managing to wait until Ou Lan was admitted to university, Zhan Juncheng couldn’t wait to urge Zhan Moxiao to propose to the Ou Family.

The old general didn’t know that, in fact, his grandson was even more eager than he was.

Zhan Moxiao didn’t disclose his eagerness, simply responding indifferently, “Your granddaughter-in-law, I’ve already brought her home.”

“What?” Zhan Juncheng was somewhat slow to react, “You’ve truly married Ou Lan?”

“Absolutely.”

Zhan Juncheng paused for several seconds, his grandson was unwilling to marry, wasn’t he?

How did he manage to settle the matter so swiftly, “Bring her back for me to see.”

Zhan Moxiao had no plans to bring Ou Lan back to the Zhan Residence to meet the family so soon, “I’m worried she might offend you, grandfather, due to her lack of manners.

She still needs more training.”

“We’re a military family, we don’t fuss over royal formalities.

Besides, Ou Lan is the wife I chose for you since childhood.

Grandfather doesn’t care about those things.”

“Even so, basic training is still necessary.”

“Then make it as quick as possible, grandfather can hardly wait.”

“All right, grandfather.”

After hanging up the phone, Zhan Moxiao mused to himself that he would need to hurry up and train that little wild cat.

He wasn’t worried about Ou Lan offending anyone; he’d indulge his Little Goblin even if she tore a hole in the sky.

The problem was that he was afraid she’d be bullied by the women of the Zhan Family.

The women of the Zhan Family skirmishing was a common occurrence.

He couldn’t always step in over minor women’s quarrels, so he needed to ensure Ou Lan was strong enough to not be bullied without reason.

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