Nan Chu suddenly looked up, momentarily thinking she was hearing things.
Missing what?
Shang Lin met Nan Chu’s slightly widened eyes, his voice calm and unruffled.
“Miss Nan may not know this, but the men of the Shang family can only have intimate physical contact with their own wives.”
“Last night, Miss Nan…”
Shang Lin paused, his eyes dark and deep as if they could swallow Nan Chu whole.
“The bites weren’t just where you could see.”
What?!
Nan Chu’s mind buzzed, a wave of heat rushing straight to the top of her head.
She had bitten him somewhere she couldn’t see?
Nan Chu’s eyes couldn’t help but scan him from top to bottom.
The man’s straight neck, the chiseled contours of his chest, his narrow waist, and his long legs wrapped in tailored suit pants.
Her guilt grew by the second.
She had heard from her mother that the Shang family valued tradition.
Nan Chu steadied herself and tested the waters.
“Mr. Shang, about last night…”
“Don’t remember a thing?”
The man’s light, airy words lodged all the questions Nan Chu wanted to ask in her throat.
She let out a breath before speaking slowly.
“I remember a little, but not everything.”
Shang Lin raised his hand, his long, slender fingers landing on his impeccably tied tie, giving it a slight tug.
Beneath the gap in the black tie was a slightly protruding Adam’s apple, and on the Adam’s apple…
Was a patch of bright red hickeys!
Nan Chu’s face was about to go up in smoke.
Yet the man’s crisp, pleasant voice rang out without a ripple of emotion.
“Would you like to see the other places?”
“No need, Mr. Shang.”
“Anything else you want to know?”
“I know more than enough…”
At this point, what else was there to say?
The Shang family valued rules, and in the end, it was her drunken mistake. It was only right that she take responsibility now.
But marriage…
After the emotional rollercoaster, Nan Chu’s mood actually settled.
She looked up at Shang Lin. “Mr. Shang, are you sure the way you need me to take responsibility is by becoming your wife?”
Shang Lin’s expression didn’t change, and he spoke calmly. “Yes.”
Nan Chu paused briefly, then her expression turned serious.
“If that’s the case, I agree, but if I remember correctly, the Shang family has no precedent for divorce.”
Shang Lin nodded. “That’s right.”
A brief silence hung in the air.
A moment later, Nan Chu raised her eyes and gazed at Shang Lin.
“In that case, I hope to make it clear to Mr. Shang in advance that the Shang family’s rules only apply to the Shang family.”
“If there ever comes a day when it’s necessary, I can still get a divorce.”
Shang Lin was quiet for a moment.
Looking at Nan Chu’s clear, bright eyes, the man’s features were cool and distant, his emotions unreadable.
“Fine.”
Nan Chu nodded. “Then I have no problem with that.”
“Good. Let’s go.”
Nan Chu was slightly stunned. “Where?”
“The civil affairs bureau.”
“So soon?”
Nan Chu was a bit taken aback, and Shang Lin said in a light tone, “Miss Nan, is there a problem?”
“No.”
Two hours later, she walked out of the civil affairs bureau side by side with Shang Lin.
Looking down at the marriage certificate in her hand.
Nan Chu was still a little dazed.
She was married.
Not to Lu Si, but to Shang Lin.
“What is Mrs. Shang thinking about?”
Nan Chu looked up, their eyes meeting.
Her fingers gripping the marriage certificate turned slightly pale.
“Nothing, I just feel it’s a bit rushed. Neither of our families knows.”
Shang Lin looked at her serious expression and spoke lightly.
“Does Mrs. Shang plan to keep the marriage a secret?”
Nan Chu was briefly stunned, then shook her head. “No.”
“Mm.”
Shang Lin nodded, then took out his phone and called the PR manager at Rongchuang Technology.
“You can go ahead and release it.”
“Understood, Mr. Shang.”
Nan Chu waited for him to finish the call and was about to continue their conversation when her phone suddenly rang.