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The scene before Zhang Wenwen made her tense up, sitting upright in her chair. Faced with dozens of sharp eyes and disdainful glances, she was certain she had fallen into someone's trap.
None of the people claiming to be her husband's family recognized her, and it was clear they disapproved of her shabby appearance. This was a high-class banquet, and she was dressed casually, sporting a small monkey backpack. Naturally, she waved her hand dismissively and said, "You don't need to mind me."
"Wife, how can I not care about you? Today is your husband's matchmaking event, and with so many beautiful women vying to be the third party, you should pick one who matches you," he said, pulling her shoulder closer as he introduced the daughters of various families, ignoring the icy expressions around them and smiling naturally.
Zhang Wenwen scanned the women around her and suddenly froze: "Liang Xiaoyan?" The other party smiled awkwardly, "Jilin Jie."
"Zhang Wenwen, what qualifications do you have to stand beside Boyun? Beauty? Family background? Cultivation? Or is it your figure?" A critical gaze shot toward her. Zhang Wenwen instinctively straightened her back and glared back defiantly.
"You should ask him what qualifications he has to marry me. Talent? Loyalty? Being down-to-earth?" Don't think that only the wealthy have the right to look down on others; she could do that too.
"Of course, it's my love for you," Zhu Boyun chimed in smoothly. Zhang Wenwen spat out the food in her mouth in shock; such outrageous behavior left the socialites speechless.
"Don't involve me in such boring matters again," Zhang Wenwen said calmly after sipping her soup. She grabbed her bag from the table and walked away.
A smile flickered in Zhu Boyun's eyes as he apologized with a grin to several ladies, embodying the image of a henpecked husband as he followed his wife out. Liang Xiaoyan hesitated for a moment before following them outside.
Zhu Boyun went to fetch the car while Liang Xiaoyan suddenly grabbed Zhang Wenwen's hand, as if summoning all her courage. She leaned in close and whispered in her ear, "Jilin Jie, don't believe Brother Zhu's words; he's just using you."
Back at home, Zhang Wenwen pondered Liang Xiaoyan's warning. Aside from the marriage certificate... she found it reasonable to be used in this way because wealthy people often wanted a shield against early marriage, just like in those dramas they always portrayed.
Yet her intuition told her that things were not so simple.
"My dear wife, I heard your call from the heart. I'm coming to keep you company." A shadow lunged at her, but fortunately, she dodged quickly and kicked him away.
"We are not in that kind of relationship; you are just using me."
He was taken aback, a flash of cold light crossing his eyes, but he quickly put on his usual smile. "Wife, I'm glad to see your mind is still sharp. But I am indeed your husband, with a marriage certificate to prove it."
She stared at his expression, trying to discern something from it. After a long moment, she withdrew her gaze in frustration; his acting was too good. "I don't care what your intentions are. From now on, do not take me to strange places without my consent, especially not to deal with other women." Starting today, she needed to build her defenses even higher against him; this person was dangerous.
"What did Liang Xiaoyan say to you?" He had noticed the fleeting panic in Liang Xiaoyan's eyes earlier that evening.
"Nothing." She kicked at him with her foot. "Get out; I want to sleep."
"No." He shook his finger. "I need to show you through action that we are truly husband and wife, so you won't distrust me anymore." Before she could react, he pinned her down.
The distance between them was nearly nonexistent; her eyes widened in alarm. "What are you going to do?"
He smirked with a mischievous grin that sent shivers down her spine. She grabbed a pillow from the bed and swung it at him, but he remained unfazed. "If I really wanted to do something to you, would you be able to resist?"
With that, he stepped off the bed and left.
Zhang Wenwen felt a twinge of regret; perhaps she shouldn't have shattered that facade. He knew she was starting to doubt him, and from now on, he would act openly against her.
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