She opened the door and met the man's deep eyes.
Even after get off work, his crisp military uniform remained impeccably worn.
The man was very tall, I'd estimate he was 1.88 meters.
Standing in front of him, Wen Qiao, who is 1.6 meters tall, looked very small.
She was wearing an old-fashioned floral vest, the kind of shorts that country aunties love, and a patched-up jacket draped over her shoulders.
Her fair skin glowed like jade under the light.
"You're back."
Seeing that he didn't speak, Wen Qiao greeted him politely.
Unexpectedly, Shen Jichuan's voice, as cold as ice, rang out, "Who allowed you to live here?"
"I've agreed to marry you, but that doesn't mean you're the lady of this house, living downstairs."
Wen Qiao frowned. "Then where am I supposed to stay?"
"Whatever you want. But you can't live upstairs."
After finishing his sentence, Shen Jichuan stood still and did not leave.
Wen Qiao said calmly, "I'll move downstairs, so you don't need to keep an eye on me."
"When are we getting our marriage certificate?" she suddenly asked.
Shen Jichuan frowned habitually. "If you can change your mind about marrying me, you can add more to the conditions I mentioned during the day."
Wen Qiao raised her eyes to look at Shen Jichuan.
"Then you sever your father-son relationship with Shen Haiyang, kick him out of the Shen family, and let him go. Then I'll agree to your request."
Shen Jichuan didn't understand why Wen Qiao made such a request.
"Why would you do this? What good would it do you if I severed ties with him?"
Wen Qiao said earnestly, "The reason Shen Haiyang looks down on me is simply because he now has a powerful and influential adoptive father, went to military academy, and married into a wealthy family. Naturally, he doesn't want me, a burden from the countryside."
“If Shen Haiyang has nothing, he has no right to look down on me.”
Shen Jichuan didn't speak, but just sneered, his eyes filled with disgust.
As expected, this woman is very calculating. Even if she speaks very kindly now, once he really severs his father-son relationship with Shen Haiyang, she will probably have even more demands.
Another point is that he agreed to marry Wen Qiao for the sake of his adopted son, Shen Haiyang.
He never intended to get married.
Furthermore, Shen Haiyang was practically raised by him; they had a deep father-son relationship. After raising him for over a decade, how could there be no affection between them?
She would never sever ties with her adopted son just because of Wen Qiao's two words.
Shen Jichuan thought Wen Qiao's words were nonsense.
Seeing that Shen Jichuan didn't speak, he turned and walked towards the room, with Wen Qiao gently reminding him from behind.
"Uncle Chen, I can move downstairs, I'll move downstairs after I get the marriage certificate. Of course, you can also force me. Then I'll go to your workplace and talk to your boss in person, and we'll..."
"Shut up."
Shen Jichuan coldly rebuked him and turned to go back into the house.
When Li Ling came up, she overheard what Wen Qiao said and muttered under her breath, "Shameless."
She's just taking advantage of her youth and looks to seduce people indiscriminately.
Li Ling knocked on the door and asked Shen Jichuan if he wanted hot water. He was scolded and forced to leave. Li Ling then said, "I've put the hot water at your door."
Wen Qiao closed the door and took her back to her room to sleep.
Now that she's moved in, she doesn't want to go back to sleeping in the storage room downstairs.
When Wen Qiao woke up the next morning, she found herself feeling dizzy.
She belatedly realized that it must have been from taking a cold shower last night; no wonder she felt hot and cold intermittently.
Hearing the knock on the door, Wen Qiao got up to open it.
Her disheveled appearance contrasted sharply with the refined and elegant Shen Jichuan.
His brows visibly furrowed again.
Wen Qiao leaned against the door frame, feeling weak and powerless, and said, "Don't even think about kicking me out to live downstairs. I don't want to live in that stuffy and hot storage room."
As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Qiao's legs went weak and she couldn't stand up.
Shen Jichuan frowned as he helped Wen Qiao up, only to be surprised to find that she was burning hot when he touched her.
Are you sick?
Wen Qiao mumbled, "I took a cold shower last night. The water in the city is colder than in the countryside."
"Shen Jichuan, I must marry you."
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