"What’s wrong?"
Jiao Yang turned around, looking back in confusion at Mo Bei, who had grabbed him.
Mo Bei lifted her face, her big, clear black-and-white eyes fixed on his face, and earnestly asked, "Would you marry ?"
Marriage?!
The question was so strange and sudden that even Jiao Yang was taken aback.
He paused for a mont and looked at Mo Bei’s expression. The girl’s face was serious, showing no signs of joking.
"Why are you asking this out of the blue?"
Mo Bei’s fingers tightly clutched his light suit jacket, explaining, "Not a real marriage, just a fake one in form. Then we can divorce later. You can have a prenuptial agreent; I don’t want your money."
Jiao Yang hesitated for a mont, then raised his arms and held her arms, "Xiao Bei, if you have any unsolvable problems, tell , I can help you. Even if it’s your father forcing you into marriage, a fake marriage isn’t the best solution. It’s not fair to you."
From the first ti he t her at the airport, she had been evading sothing.
Later, from so things Mo Bei had ntioned to him, Jiao Yang could sense her avoidance and hostility towards her family and father.
Just now, after witnessing the confrontation between father and daughter, and Mo Wenxiu’s attitude towards him, he had vaguely guessed the general situation.
As a descendant of English nobility, Jiao Yang understood very well that although society is very progressive, marriages of convenience still exist. Even his father and mother, back then, had no romantic feelings; they got together just for the benefit of their families, forming a family.
He sympathized with Mo Bei, but Jiao Yang didn’t believe that agreeing to a fake marriage with her would change anything. It was just another form of escape.
Mo Bei gradually loosened her grip on his lapel, "I’m going to wash my face."
"Xiao Bei!" Jiao Yang raised his hand to grab her wrist, "I’ll do everything I can to help you."
"Thank you." Mo Bei turned her face to him with a smile, "I need to think carefully about this matter. Go pack your luggage."
Withdrawing her hand from his wrist, Mo Bei turned and walked towards the bathroom.
Watching her back, Jiao Yang hesitated for a mont, sighed, and stepped upstairs.
A mont later, after packing his simple luggage, dragging a suitcase down the stairs, Mo Bei had already finished her shower and was sitting on the sofa reviewing docunts.
Hearing him downstairs, Mo Bei imdiately ca over with two docunts in her hands, "There are two docunts I need you to sign. Also, there’s an issue regarding the cooperation project with Rodetech. Are you sure it’s a 15% profit to them?"
"15%? It should be 1.5%!" Jiao Yang took the docunt, glanced at the terms, "Amy must have misplaced the decimal point. My God, luckily you spotted it, otherwise, the company would suffer a huge loss this ti."
"I’ll revise it tomorrow and fax it to you for your signature." Mo Bei said.
"Okay." Jiao Yang signed his na on the other docunt and handed it back to her, "I’ll be back by Friday night at the latest. If you can avoid going to the company these days until I return, I’ll figure out how to deal with your father. Don’t worry, at worst, I’ll open a magic door for you, and you can escape far away."
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