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"Do I look like a thief?" He blinked innocently, his expression as harmless as livestock. Where had that dominant CEO persona gone?
I felt a pang of guilt for misunderstanding him, but I stubbornly replied, "You have the potential."
"I haven't been a thief in all these years. If you want me to, I can give it a try."
"Don't!" This silly boy, did he really have to be so honest? "I was just joking."
"I'm joking too," he said with a laugh.
I was momentarily speechless.
Then he began to show me all the styles I had expressed interest in while trying on rings.
"This Tourmaline is beautiful, crystal clear, like a tear drop on your finger."
"I'm too lively and cute for something so delicate."
"This diamond is nice too; it makes your fingers look longer."
"My fingers are already long."
"Well, they are a bit chubby. How about this one? A Lace Rose made of gold—don't all you girls love roses?"
"Too cliché."
"What about this one? A ruby, just like you."
"Are you serious? Can't you speak properly? I'm just being passionate!"
"How about this emerald? This is Imperial Green. I've seen the Royal Princess wear something similar, and it's worth a fortune."
"Then what I should worry about isn't my finger getting chopped off, but my head!"
"Well, take a look..."
"Alright, Garlic. Honestly, I hope you can take that ring off." I finally said what I had been wanting to say, eagerly waiting for his response.
"The moment that ring went on your finger, it was destined to stay there because it's a symbol of our marriage. In this lifetime, I will only marry once, and you are my only wife. So, there's no way to take it off unless we get a divorce."
"Then let's get a divorce!" I said without hesitation.
"No way. Once we're married, we can't divorce; otherwise, you'll die."
So I really have no choice?
"Then just get me a plain silver band. I don't want any style—just the most ordinary one that won't attract anyone's attention."
"You really don't want anyone to know about our relationship?"
"Of course not!" I emphasized every word. "And besides, I have no relationship with you at all."
"You are my wife, and you even gave me a child." He stressed each word back at me.
"That child isn't mine! If I had given birth myself, how could I not know?"
"That's something you gave birth to. Do you remember the time during summer vacation when you secretly watched action movies at home?"
Oh my god, I was terrified!
How did he know about that? It was my first time watching an action movie because I had turned eighteen and wanted to give myself a gift, so I couldn't help but indulge my curiosity just a little bit...
But how could he possibly know about such an embarrassing thing! Besides, even if I did watch it, what does that have to do with giving birth? I didn't actually go out and experiment with a man!
I kept my mouth shut, refusing to admit anything. But my face was already burning hot.
He, however, was as calm as if he were drinking plain water, seriously and vividly recounting what happened: "You were watching a film featuring Maria Ozawa, fantasizing while you watched..."
"Shut up! Just shut up!" I felt utterly humiliated and didn't want to hear any more.
He seemed to enjoy seeing me lose my composure, grinning wickedly as he pressed his hands against me, trapping me between his chest and the seat: "Do you remember what you fantasized about?"
"Who remembers after so long? Get away from me!"
"But I remember. You fantasized about me, about us meeting in the clouds, merging together, and then... you got pregnant." He stared at me without moving, but instead of the lewdness I expected, there was a look in his eyes like he was gazing at a lover from centuries past, filled with affection as if lost in a happy memory.
I was completely stunned, a sense of foreboding creeping into my heart: "Are you joking?"
I had indeed fantasized about being with a handsome guy, but it was just based on the dramas and novels I usually watched. I couldn't even clearly picture what that person looked like; what did it have to do with him?
"I never joke. Whether now or in the future, as long as you think of me, I'll be by your side. Including when you want to... ah!"
He really is lewd!
I clenched my teeth and threw a punch at his nose, causing blood to immediately flow from his prominent features.
What the hell, isn't he a spirit? How can he bleed?
He lifted his gaze, looking at me in pain.
I felt a bit scared. "You... how can you bleed too?"
He covered his nose, bright red blood seeping through his fingers as a pained voice escaped him. "I have a life too. Why wouldn't I bleed?"
"I'm not going to apologize," I turned my head away.
"I didn't want you to apologize," he reached out and cupped my face in his hands. "You never have to apologize to me."
His deep, affectionate yet sorrowful expression stirred a mix of emotions within me. After pondering for a moment, I took out a napkin from my pocket and handed it to him. "Wipe it yourself."
As he took the napkin, he seized my hand and wiped it across his bloodied nose.
"Ah!" I struggled to break free but found him smiling happily at me. On his flawless face, there was no trace of blood at all.
"You!"
"I was just messing with you. Your soft little punch can't hurt me at all. I just wanted to see if you'd get nervous about me, and the result was quite satisfying."
"Get lost! Drive me back to school; I don't want to be with you for another minute!"
Heaven witness, I never used to speak so crudely; it's all his fault!
Upon returning to school, before the car had even come to a stop, a voice suddenly rang out from behind me: "Mommy, I did something big for you today!"
You scared me to death! Could you at least give me a heads-up before you show up, Rice?
However, what he said made my heart race. A bad premonition washed over me. "What is it?"
"Hehe, you'll find out soon."
My heart inexplicably raced even more. I thought to myself, surely he didn't skip class for me, did he? I braced myself for the worst. But as soon as we entered the campus, I noticed many people pointing and whispering about me, even going so far as to take detours.
I overheard someone say to their companion, "Did you hear? That canola flower who was confessed to by Lord Zunshang punched someone today!"
What the hell? I'm the Youmai Vegetable!
"Quick, tell us what happened!" another person asked excitedly.
I hurriedly followed behind those people, seeing Rice looking quite pleased with himself. My heart felt like it was freezing over.
Those people knew that Su Anrong and I were right behind them but still deliberately gossiped loudly, portraying me as a strong and brutish figure. I struggled to suppress my irritation while Su Anrong wore a smile as if listening to a joke.
Thanks to them, I quickly learned the whole story.
Rice had taken my place in class without any issues; he disguised himself perfectly, and no one suspected a thing—until a boy suddenly handed him a love letter.
You have to understand, this was the first love letter I had ever received! If I had been sitting there myself, even if I didn't like that guy, I would have accepted it just to satisfy my own little vanity…
But unexpectedly, after Rice received that love letter, he became furious and unleashed his wrath on that boy, giving him a good beating!
According to those gossiping girls, within less than a minute, that boy was knocked down. Even the teacher was shocked; who would have thought that the usually delicate me could suddenly become so… so formidable?
Three ribs were broken, and there were soft tissue bruises on my face, hands, and backside, along with two dislocated wrists—this was the result of Rice.
But everyone thought it was my doing.
Oh my god!
“Rice! What have you done?”
“Mommy, your voice has changed because you’re so happy!” Rice exclaimed excitedly. “Didn’t I do an amazing job?”
“I’m furious! What were you doing while I was in class? Why did you hit someone?” This could not be my son; absolutely not!
Rice looked proud and excited as he recounted the incident. “Daddy said not to harm humans easily, so I held back! Who told him to be so reckless and send you love letters? Mommy, I was thinking about our family’s happiness, so I had to take action when it was necessary!”
“This was definitely not the right time to take action!” I was at a loss for words.
“Do you want to keep that love letter?” Su Anrong, who had been quietly standing by my side, suddenly spoke up.
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