Being cuckolded!
23: Chapter 23 What’s more embarrassing than a divorce?
Being cuckolded!
“That’s right.” Ou Lan nodded emphatically.
If Lin Ziran still didn’t believe it, she wouldn’t mind dragging her to crash into a tree.
“How is that possible?” Lin Ziran was utterly perplexed, not on the same wavelength at all.
Meeting was an extremely unlikely event; no matter how much they chanted slogans about marrying Zhan Moxiao or Baili Mu, those were just fantasies.
They wouldn’t even dare to think about it in reality.
“I still feel like I’m dreaming, but the harsh reality happened, and it’s infuriating.” Ou Lan irritably stuffed the marriage certificate back into her bag.
“Quick, tell me, why on earth did Zhan Moxiao take a fancy to you?”
“One day, Zhan Moxiao’s special assistant came to my house, said my grandfather and the general had arranged a child betrothal, and that very night Zhan Moxiao deceitfully forced a grand marriage on me.”
“Wow,” Lin Ziran’s eyes gleamed with envy, “Heaven hasn’t treated you badly, huh?
Such a huge pie fell right into your lap.”
“You’re envious?”
“Of course, I’m envious!” Lin Ziran’s face showed that she wished she was the one Zhan Moxiao had forcefully married.
“Zhan Moxiao, huh, how many women sharpen their minds to meet him, marrying him is unthinkable, yet you stepped in this dogshit luck.”
“Stinking dogshit luck!” Ou Lan scoffed lightly.
“What, you’re not happy?”
“Happy my ass!” Ou Lan was indignant, “He’s already twenty-eight years old, a whole nine years older than me, and even has a five-year-old son.
I’ve never even dated and now I have to play stepmom.
What’s most infuriating is, he didn’t fancy me at all; it was all the coercion from the grand general, a completely reluctant marriage.
What’s there to be happy about in this type of marriage?”
Lin Ziran scratched her head, “Yeah, huh, so what do you plan to do?”
“Obviously, get a divorce.”
“Divorce?
Does Master Xiao agree?”
“If he agreed to divorce, I wouldn’t be here talking to you now.”
“Why doesn’t he want a divorce?”
“Probably because he can’t get past losing face.
After all, a man of his noble status getting a divorce would look disgraceful,” Ou Lan speculated.
“Don’t think too much about it, just hurry up and help me figure out how to get this marriage annulled.”
Divorcing someone like Zhan Moxiao was not an easy task.
The two young women sat underneath a tree, discussing for a long time, and Ou Lan even showed Lin Ziran the information she had looked up the night before.
In the end, Lin Ziran sighed exhaustively, “Ou Lan, if Master Xiao doesn’t agree, you can’t get out of this marriage.
Just resign yourself to your fate; an older husband and young wife, and you’re so beautiful, maybe one day Master Xiao will fall for you.
Isn’t being the Tycoon’s Lady quite delightful?”
“Delightful, my ass!” Thinking of last night’s military stance and this morning’s training, Ou Lan’s scalp and brow bone throbbed vehemently.
“Let me tell you, Ziran, my life only has two paths now; either divorce or death.
If there’s a third, it’s to live a life worse than death.”
“Is it that serious?” Lin Ziran got a bit creeped out by Ou Lan’s declaration.
“Of course, it’s serious.
You have no idea how twisted that guy, Zhan Moxiao, is.
He’s treating me like a new recruit.
Sooner or later, he’s going to torture me to death.”
Lin Ziran clearly misunderstood, remembering Zhan Moxiao’s impressive and robust physique, then looking at Ou Lan’s delicate and fragile figure, her mind filled with various scandalous scenarios.
Suddenly breaking into a cold sweat, Ou Lan might truly be ruined by Master Xiao.
As a good best friend, she couldn’t just stand by and watch.
“Ou Lan, if you want a divorce, you need to do something drastic.”
“What?”
“Zhan Moxiao doesn’t want to divorce because he’s afraid of losing face, right?
So tell me, what could be more shameful than him getting a divorce?”
“Wearing a green hat.” Ou Lan’s eyes suddenly lit up.