Chapter 6: We Actually Didn’t Have Any Type of Relationship?
When he woke up, they had already arrived at home.
Su Jian had been placed on the couch by An Yize. He curiously looked around the house. This house probably consisted of three bedrooms, a living room, and a dining room. It was decorated in a minimalist, yet obviously non-plain fashion, giving off a feeling of stylishness. The only thing that was strange was that this black and white color scheme didn’t really fit in with newlyweds. Looking around, it didn’t seem that this house was a married person’s home.
This guy was the President of CMI. How could he only own a single house? This probably was a temporary hideout. Su Jian enviously thought, but then dispelled his suspicions.
However, at the thought of being legally wed to An Yize and that he’d have to give him half in a divorce no matter how rich he really was, Su Jian’s spirits couldn’t help but lift.
“An… um, that… Yize. I’d like to take a look at our house!” Without waiting for An Yize to respond, he scurried about the house in his wheelchair.
An Yize didn’t stop him. He only sat on the couch quietly bringing his breathing back under control.
As expected, An Yize’s bedroom was just like the man himself—expressionless black, white, and gray. Su Jian clicked his tongue and shook his head. Just as he was about to leave the room, his gaze swept across the huge bed that could fit five or six of himself. He suddenly remembered that he was An Yize’s wife. That is to say, tonight and every night afterward, he’d have to sleep with An Yize on this huge bed?!
The Heavens. Thunder. On and on.
To ask him to sleep in the same bed as his love rival might just as well be asking him to go and die!
However, the two of them were a legally registered married couple. Even if An Yize wanted to do something to him, Mr. Policeman wouldn’t be able to help him! What am I going to do!? What am I going to do!? What am I going to do!? …Right! My leg!
Su Jian lowered his head to look at his white, thickly bandaged leg and suddenly felt that it was incomparably adorable.
I’ll just say that because of my injured leg, we shouldn’t share a room. Problem solved!
Su Jian was about to turned and go bargain with An Yize when he heard An Yize’s voice coming from behind: “Come here. I have something I need to say to you.”
Su Jian nodded: “Coincidentally, I also had something to say to you.”
An Yize froze: “You first.”
Su Jian said, “I wanted to say that my leg is still injured so why don’t we sleep in separate rooms for now?”
A small amount of surprise flashed past An Yize’s eyes. Just when he was about to speak, he suddenly heard a grumbling sound.
Then he heard Su Jian say, “The second thing I wanted to say is that I’m hungry. So isn’t it time for you to cook, hubby?”
An Yize was clearly stunned.
Su Jian raised his leg. “Look, I’ve got a lame leg.” I mean, I’m already like this. Do you have the nerve to bully a disabled person?
An Yize didn’t say anything and stood up. Su Jian was contentedly waiting for his damned love rival to obediently enter the kitchen to cook for him, but he could never imagine that An Yize would stand up and pull out his phone.
“Is this Jiang Nan Restaurant?”
This guy is actually ordering takeout! This is out and out cheating! Su Jian was extremely displeased and glared angrily at An Yize’s back.
An Yize turned and said to him, “It’ll be here in thirty minutes.”
Su Jian could only let out a disagreeable grumble.
An Yize sat down and calmly looked over at him.
Su Jian’s hair rose at his gaze. “You! What are you looking at me for?”
An Yize stared at him. “You really can’t remember anything?”
Su Jian became even more nervous and obediently nodded his head. “I totally can’t remember a thing.”
An Yize was silent for a moment then suddenly said, “Actually, we’re in a contract marriage.”
“Huh?” Su Jian eyes widened into a circle. Contract marriage? What kind of thing is that?
An Yize calmly said, “So we’re not truly man and wife. I have already agreed with you to get divorced after a year.”
“Ah?” Su Jian opened his mouth wide, stunned. He felt so shocked by the strange circûmstances coming out of nowhere that he was unable to come to himself.
After being in a daze for a long while, Su Jian blinked. “Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait! You mean you… we actually don’t have any type of relationship!?”
An Yize said, “According to the law, we are a married couple. Also, we agreed at the time that we must act deeply in love in front of others”
Su Jian’s expression became even more confused. “You mean to say that even though we have registered our marriage, it’s really a fake marriage. In a year, we’ll divorce, but in front of others, we can’t reveal the truth yet so we have to pretend to love each other deeply every day?
An Yize was very succinct. “Right.”
Aiyo! This is clearly a plot commonly seen in melodramatic TV dramas. To happen to me… This rebirth is a bit too amazing! Su Jian was stunned by this melodramatic plot twist! He confusedly said, “Why?”
An Yize arched a brow.
Su Jian said, “I’m just saying, why would the two of you… us, even get married?” Even though An Yize was his love rival, he couldn’t help but admit from an objective standpoint that An Yize had what it took to be surrounded by girls. This Su-girly also had a great face and body; she wasn’t the type that needed to worry about not being able to get married. Both of them were high-class people. Why did they have this completely fake marriage, instead of properly getting married?
An Yize looked at him. “Because you need money.”
Su Jian’s eyes widened even more. “Money?” Meow-meowmia! This was comparable to a TV drama!
An Yize said, “Your mother contracted uremia and needed a high treatment fee.”
“So you helped my mother pay the high treatment fee. Then, I agreed to a fake marriage where we pretend to love each other deeply?” Su Jian felt it was a little tragic.
An Yize nodded.
fúck! This is really an extremely melodramatic life! Su Jian raged in his mind. Then, he asked An Yize, “What about you? Why do you want a fake marriage?” Don’t tell me you want to imitate Uncle Lei Feng’s charity so as to reveal your beautiful heart to pretty miss Su. That isn’t even rational!
An Yize gave him a rational answer, “You don’t need to know.”
凸! Su Jian Was extremely angry as he secretly stuck up his middle finger inside his head and viciously thought: Just because you won’t tell me doesn’t mean I can’t guess it?! What’s the only reason for a tall, rich, and handsome man swarmed all over by girls not to properly get married and in contrast use his money to fake-marry a girl who needs his money? It could only be–’An. Unmentionable. Disease!’ And what’s the most likely unmentionable disease? It must be — ‘Im… potence!’
An Yize who was silently labeled impotent by Su Jian calmly said, “is there anything else you don’t understand?”
Su Jian looked at his expressionless face and silently added another possibility. Actually, it might not be impotence. After all, there’s another possibility. That is, An Yize is– ‘G. A. Y!’
With this thought, Su Jian couldn’t help but shudder. If this guy was gay, wouldn’t it be dangerous for him to live under the same roof as him?
He completely didn’t realize that he no longer possessed the necessary prerequisite parts to do homosexual acts with An Yize.
An Yize stared at the confused-faced Su Jian whose thoughts were becoming more and more off. “Do you have any questions?”
Su Jian suddenly came back to himself. “I do!”
An Yize used his gaze to motion for him to continue.
Su Jian said seriously, “Say, under our circûmstances, when we get divorced, will you still give me half your assets?”
An Yize, “……”
Su Jian was filled with grief and indignation.
Being reborn into a woman who was also married to his damned love rival was already a huge hardship. In the end, he could never imagine that these two were in a fake marriage. No only that, but they had already agreed before the wedding that Su Jian wouldn’t ask An Yize for a penny more than the treatment fees he paid for Mother Su.
From what An Yize said, pretty girl Su had resolutely brought this up in the beginning. Su Jian’s immediately had a stomachache. Oh my girl! Why were you so foolish?! You, a fine, innocent miss, just married that An-surnamed guy and put on an act with him. Even though nothing actually happened but in a year you’ll be a divorcée. To a girl, the damage is too much! If it were me, I’d extort that An-surnamed guy for reputation-damage fees, but, miss, why are you so noble and full of integrity?
Su Jian felt bitter and resentful at the injustice.
Getting half of An Yize’s assets after divorce and an inheritance should An Yize pass away were Su Jian’s only comforts after finding out he’d become An Yize’s wife. But in the end, he didn’t even have this comfort! Plus, this guy became his employer! He felt miserable thinking about working hard at being the little wife to make money for his gravely ill mother’s treatment or something like that!
Alright. This was the real reason for Su Jian’s grief and indignation.
Su Jian silently returned to his room. An Yize told him that the master bedroom and study were An Yize’s. In the past Su Jian normally slept in the guest room. Su Jian had already toured the guest room. Luckily, the guest room was pretty big. It contained everything it was supposed to–a bed, a wardrobe, a desk, etc. In contrast to An Yize’s room, the overall style was warmer and less severe. Even though some of the feminine details discomfited Su Jian a little, he was very satisfied with his room overall.
Of course, An Yize also told him that in order to keep their fake marriage a secret, he didn’t hire a housekeeper and wasn’t planning on hiring any other help either. The former Su Jian had assumed all the responsibility of all the cooking and cleaning.
Oh my girl! Do you really have to be this virtuous?! When he thought of his miserable future working as An Yize’s housekeeper, Su Jian felt considerable phantom limb pain!
There was a laptop on the desk–probably the former pretty girl Su Jian’s, but now the ownership rights were mainly Su Jian’s. Su Jian sat at the desk and started up the laptop. Surprisingly, it wasn’t password-protected; it started up without a hitch.
Even though he felt a little guilty for the invasion of privacy, he realized he was currently Su Jian, and he needed to live on using her identity. It was completely normal and righteous to try to and learn more about her. Su Jian’s mind eased. He curiously skimmed through the hard drive.
It was obvious to see that Su Jian was an organized good girl. The files were neatly organized. Su Jian looked all around. Other than her teaching materials in Su Jian’s computer, there some ordinary songs, movies, and the like—which bored him. Luckily, Su Jian caught sight of a folder named “pictures” that brought about a sliver of interest at the end.
The folder contained pictures of Su Jian and her family and friends. He didn’t recognize anyone other than Su Jian so he could only stare at her. He had to admit that the Su Jian in the pictures was a delicate beauty. When she smiled she had a small, faintly discernible dimple on her cheek; it looked touchingly beautiful.
Su Jian looked for a while, then suddenly saw a folder named “him”. Su Jian’s hand froze, and he got excited. With one glance at the name, he knew that there was gossip to be found! He double-clicked on it. There were many pictures of a man inside. Not only that, but many were pictures of Su Jian with him. Looking at their body language and expression, they were definitely dating!
Su Jian stroked his chin in appraisal. In looks, this Su-girly’s lover couldn’t beat An Yize, much less his handsome and dashing self! Yet… he was such a poser! Hmph!
Su Jian would die before admitting to the hate, admiration, and envy at the thought he’d forced into a corner of ‘why is one after another more handsome person than me?’
So Su-girly had a lover! Then why get fake-married to An Yize? If it’s because of not having enough money to treat her mother’s illness so she couldn’t help but endure the pain of breaking up with her lover or something like that…… Hey! Isn’t that just too melodramatic?
Fortunately, the two of them aren’t together anymore. Su Jian silently rejoiced. At least Su Jian and An Yize were only fake-married. Instead, if they had been real lovers, it would have been much harder for Su Jian to endure.
Meant to express extreme shock.