"Xixi, isn’t it enough that I’m willing to marry you?"
It felt as if a 10,000-degree Celsius heat was scorching her neck and ears. She was so heat-stricken and disoriented that she thought she must have misheard. He forcefully turned her around, his lips almost touching hers. "Xixi," he said, his voice sowhat hoarse, "if you insist, then I’ll marry you..."
This ti, she heard him loud and clear.
She instinctively raised her hands to press against his chest, almost laughing out loud.
He was sowhat puzzled, not understanding why she had suddenly laughed. Moreover, her smile was inscrutable, completely baffling him. A burning desire still raged within him, unvented, and he stubbornly tried to embrace her again, but she pushed him away with all her might.
"Xixi, isn’t marrying you enough?"
She had never heard such a ridiculous "compromise" in her entire life. After uttering those words, he looked as if he had exerted imnse effort, as if he had endured a great internal struggle. He presented his proposal like a monuntal gift, a colossal favor from the heavens. It was as if an Emperor, in a mont of great pleasure, had deigned to bestow rank and status upon a lowly palace maid.
It was precisely this damn sense of superiority!
Wan Donglin. He thought that by agreeing to marry her, he was bestowing upon her, Yan Xixi, the greatest honor imaginable. She ought to be kneeling on the ground, performing the full kowtow, and secretly giggling with delight. But hadn’t it ever occurred to him that she simply had no desire to marry him at all?
What was even more laughable was that he said such a thing when she was already engaged to another man. He was shalessly trying to destroy her love life and ruin her marriage. He was trying to tarnish her image in the eyes of her beloved, and he still expected her to be moved to tears of gratitude.
How could such an arrogant and ridiculous man exist in this world?
One can be shaless, but not so brazenly shaless.
Wan Donglin was baffled by the smile on her face, and he actually grew slightly tense. "Xixi... I said I would marry you..."
She shot him a glance. "Do I need to express my gratitude for your great favor?"
He was taken aback.
Her voice was unusually cold. "Mr. Wan, I have no intention of marrying you!"
He forgot his anger, rely awkwardly raising a hand to ruffle his hair, seeming quite embarrassed. He put his hand up, then let it drop, having forgotten it was bandaged and difficult to move.
In his entire life, he had never actively proposed to any woman. He genuinely believed this was an enormous concession on his part and never imagined she wouldn’t appreciate it.
She retreated a few steps, putting distance between them. He wanted to follow, but seeing the white gauze still wrapped around her head, he could only stand there resentfully.
Instead, it was she who spoke, calm and composed, "Mr. Wan, I know you’re not one to let things go easily."
He looked at her, puzzled.
A look of disdain filled her eyes. n. None of them are exceptions. Once they’ve paid a price, they’re bound to calculate the costs and returns. Spend one dollar on you, and they’ll expect to get ten, even a hundred dollars back.
"Mr. Wan, I will settle accounts with you tonight. I’ve already given you the key to the bank safe deposit box. I haven’t touched a single cent of the New Year’s money you gave back then, so it’s considered fully returned. As for the boutique managed by Xu Xiaoya, it has nothing to do with . Please arrange for soone to change the legal representative’s na as soon as possible. I’ve never taken a single penny of profit from the shop. Xu Xiaoya herself, aside from her salary and deserved bonuses, has never taken an extra cent either. I will inform her to find another job after the New Year and leave the boutique for good..."
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