The official Weibo accounts of Tansheng Group and TL Jewelry announced their marriage alliance at the same time.
Both companies’ stocks soared.
Netizens rushed to the front of the comments to watch the drama unfold.
They joked that the playboy had been forced ashore, wondered whether the Tang family heiress could put up with that jerk, and placed bets on how long the marriage would last.
Qiao Ning had been getting ready to fly to the Maldives with her younger boyfriend today. When she saw the news, she immediately canceled the trip and headed straight for the Tang family home.
She happened to run into Xiaolizhi, who had just returned from the civil affairs bureau.
It was over.
She really was too late.
“Sweetie, don’t tell me that thing in your hand is a marriage certificate.”
Tang Li thrust it right in front of her. The three big characters nearly blinded Qiao Ning.
“It really is a marriage certificate.”
Qiao Ning was pinching her philtrum.
“Sweetie, last night you didn’t even know what had happened, and today you’ve already got a marriage license. Even pairing up pigs doesn’t happen this fast!”
“Should I go get a divorce, then?”
Put that way, Tang Li realized she really had acted on impulse.
Though whether she got married or not didn’t seem likely to make much difference to her life.
If anything, it was good for both families.
Qiao Ning: “Are you kidding? This is a major life decision.”
“Then I won’t get divorced.”
“But you, him, the two of you…” Qiao Ning had no words.
“Then I’ll get divorced.”
Qiao Ning: “Getting married and divorced right away would make us a laughingstock.”
“Then I won’t.”
Qiao Ning: “I give up!”
Tang Li shrugged. Her voice softened as she coaxed her best friend, “So, do you want me to get divorced or not?”
“I don’t know! You should’ve told me before you got the license.” Qiao Ning grumbled, her lips sticking out practically to the sky.
“The announcement was already out, and the Young Master said we should get the license right away. If anything changed, it could affect both families.” Tang Li explained patiently. “Qiao Ning, have some wedding candy.”
She rummaged in her bag, found a milk candy, peeled off the wrapper, and held it to Qiao Ning’s lips.
Qiao Ning pretended to accept it reluctantly. “This young miss doesn’t want such a cheap wedding sweet.”
She linked arms with Tang Li and led her inside. “Where’s Siyu?”
“Oh, I think he went back to his family’s home.”
“…”
Qiao Ning froze, and the milk candy nearly fell out of her mouth.
After a long moment, she summed it up: “You got your marriage licenses, then each went back to your own home?”
Tang Li smiled at her. “Yep!”
**
“You mean, you just got your marriage licenses, then each went home to find your own mom!?”
Lin Youqi took a sip of tequila to calm himself down.
In just twenty-four hours, he’d witnessed the many sides of a playboy.
A lovesick fool and a sappy puppy.
Mostly, the fairy girl didn’t even know about it. This guy was the only one getting carried away.
He’d been drinking until late last night, then got up bright and early, changed his look, and tricked the fairy girl into getting a marriage license with him.
His gray-blue hair had briefly returned to its limited-edition coffee-brown shade.
Jiang Ji and Lin Youqi exchanged a look and made a bet—
That hair would absolutely be a different color within three days!
“I’m afraid if I get too excited, I’ll do something inappropriate and scare her.”
Siyu rubbed his hands together, picked up a bottle of liquor with one hand, and knocked it against the edge of the rosewood table. The cap flew off at once.
It clattered to the floor.
He tipped his head back and drank half the bottle.
Well, now he was even more worked up.
“Brother Yu, do you remember your best record? You broke up with someone after just three days.”
Smack—
The Young Master stretched out his long arm and set the bottle on the table. He tilted his head, half-lidded eyes fixed on Jiang Ji. “You can’t let the fairy girl hear that.”
Lin Youqi was only too happy to stir things up. “Too late. Your fairy girl can go online.”
“…Fuck.”
Tan Siyu was already regretting it. A lot.
If he could do it over, he’d definitely cultivate a public image of being allergic to women.
The Young Master sprang up from the sofa and turned to leave.
“Hey, Brother Yu, where are you going?” Jiang Ji called after him.
Without looking back, the Young Master left them with four words: “Going into seclusion to reflect.”