Read Novel Full Chapter 1312: Just Like That, We’re Married
Chapter 1312: Chapter 1312: Just Like That, We’re Married
Changed clothes and cleaned up, Wen Yun felt her mind become clearer.
The words she heard vaguely yesterday became clearer when she heard Meng Yanzhi say he wanted to help her.
Marry me.
Wen Yun felt her heart beating uncontrollably, finding it hard to believe.
He seemed so high above and unapproachable, why would he marry her?
Yet, his underlying intention, and the words heard yesterday, seemed to confirm her suspicion was right.
"Ah..."
Wen Yun felt overwhelmed, splashing cold water on her face, the icy water making her thoughts even clearer.
...
In the dining room, a variety of breakfast dishes were laid out in front of Meng Yanzhi.
Wen Yun’s stomach growled with hunger; she felt a bit embarrassed, having not eaten anything last night, only drank, making her stomach empty.
"Eat."
Meng Yanzhi gestured for her to sit across from him.
Gazing at the table full of delicious dishes, Wen Yun couldn’t resist; initially, she tried to eat gracefully, but soon, driven by hunger, she forgot all about manners and appearances!
"Delicious."
"This is the best dumpling I’ve ever had."
Wen Yun praised repeatedly, as the food in front of her not only tasted good but looked good, and her image and eating manners became irrelevant.
Her eyes were completely fixated on the food, it was the most bountiful, delicious breakfast she ever had.
Only after filling her stomach did Wen Yun notice her plate looked like a storm had passed through, feeling a bit embarrassed she glanced at Meng Yanzhi.
’Burp’
Wen Yun let out a burp, feeling even more embarrassed, wishing she could crawl into a hole!
Oh Lord, make me disappear.
Wen Yun’s head almost dropped beneath the table.
"Ahem."
Meng Yanzhi cleared his throat and said, "If you enjoy it, you can eat it every day."
After speaking, Meng Yanzhi wiped his mouth, stood up, and walked to the sofa in the living room, where he placed a pre-drafted marriage contract on the table.
The words "Marriage Agreement" were impossible for Wen Yun to ignore.
"Take a look." Meng Yanzhi leaned back on the sofa, casually sitting.
Wen Yun looked at the ’Marriage Agreement,’ then at Meng Yanzhi, incredulously asking, "Is this for me?"
"If not for you, why would I show it to you?"
Meng Yanzhi smiled, not at all put off by Wen Yun’s earlier actions, instead finding them genuinely endearing.
Wen Yun chose a single sofa farther from Meng Yanzhi, sat down, and with the ’Marriage Agreement’ in hand, took a while to understand Meng Yanzhi’s intention.
The marriage agreement clearly outlined that she would have the title of Mrs. Meng but would not need to fulfill marital duties; she only needed to cooperate with Meng Yanzhi when necessary, and after three years of marriage, she would receive US$ 5,000!
From any angle, it seemed like an incredibly favorable deal for her.
"Finish reading and sign."
Meng Yanzhi never considered she would refuse.
"Why?"
Wen Yun didn’t rush to sign, flipping through to the divorce terms, feeling a bitterness rise; the divorce agreement was already drafted before the marriage even started?
Growing up, Wen Yun had never seen anyone marry like this.
"You need to marry, and I need a wife." Meng Yanzhi straightforwardly explained he needed a wife to appease his grandfather and reassure Chenchen, while Wen Yun needed a safety net.
"Marrying me brings many benefits; you don’t need to worry about me misbehaving, nor about your father’s issues. Just sign, and besides moving here, I won’t interfere with anything else you want to do."
Meng Yanzhi’s remarks were enticing.
Wen Yun felt stirred; indeed, marrying someone else, she wouldn’t willingly agree, nor would those people leave her alone like Meng Yanzhi promised, offering her freedom?
No, it was unimaginable.
But...
Wen Yun quietly observed Meng Yanzhi, who looked entirely like a successful gentleman compared to the man named Gao from the blind date yesterday, Meng Yanzhi was miles ahead.
Considering the villa’s price was likely exorbitant.
Why would such an outstanding man choose her?
She believed even in a hypothetical contract marriage, a line of women willing to marry him wouldn’t let her cut in.
"But why me?" Wen Yun questioned directly.
Meng Yanzhi paused briefly, his gaze quietly fixed on her, making Wen Yun uneasy, until he finally spoke, "You don’t like me."
Wen Yun: "..."
What kind of answer was that?
Who marries only to find someone who doesn’t like them?
But Wen Yun thought it through and understood, precisely because she didn’t like him, he chose her?
"With this agreement, you help me; after divorce, I don’t want any money."
Wen Yun proposed a change, refusing a dowry or splitting money and suggested changes before signing.
"By the way."
Wen Yun fished out a ticket from her coat pocket, saying, "Here’s the ticket you gave me last time, returning it."
"I, Meng Yanzhi, never take back anything I give; if you don’t want it, throw it away." Meng Yanzhi didn’t even glance at it, saying, "After marriage, dividing US$ 5,000 is just so you aren’t too disgraced, or I’d lose face."
Wen Yun: "..."
An hour later, Wen Yun looked at the photo, her smile stiff, feeling dizzy.
She’s married now?
Why did it feel so unreal?
"From today, you’ll move to Huayuan Small Building, the house will be transferred to your name too."
Meng Yanzhi spoke, handing over a bank card directly, "The password is six eights, replace all your clothes, this Saturday, I’ll take you home to meet my grandfather."
"Ah..."
Wen Yun tried to speak, but Meng Yanzhi seemed busy and left early, leaving only the assistant to say, "Madam, please get in the car."
"Oh."
Wen Yun got into the car, still a bit dizzy, with the assistant’s help, moved her belongings to Huayuan Small Building, during the moving the assistant subtly hinted not to bring clothes.
Wen Yun didn’t care, bringing all her accustomed items since they were all earned through her efforts, why leave them?
Upon moving into Huayuan Small Building, she realized her belongings seemed out of place.
No, it wasn’t her belongings out of place, it was her entire presence feeling mismatched with the place.
Everything in the house was exquisite, like a model home, but as for her?