Chapter 4 I want to go to Mars, who will save me?
Hearing this, Shen Xingli looked at the man beside him in disbelief.
The black pupils were filled with shock.
He even stuttered, "Who...who are you?"
Sang Muye casually opened the marriage certificate for Shen Xingli, pointed at the name on it, and spoke in a deep and powerful voice.
"Sang Muye, your legal husband."
San...Makino?
When Shen Xingli heard this name, he felt as if all the bones in his body had been pulled out, and he felt sore and weak.
The phone in her hand slipped through her fingers and fell to the ground.
With a 'bang', the phone screen shattered into pieces.
Just like her heart at this moment.
Sang Muye, the illegitimate son of the Sang family.
He has been cynical and disobedient since childhood.
His personality is just like his name, wild and unruly.
My favorite thing since I was a child is fighting.
As an adult, he became even more cruel and brutal, and did not recognize his relatives.
In the Sang family, he was the least favored one and had never been trained as an heir.
But it was this person who, when Mr. Sang was seriously ill, led his men into the Sang family's old house and controlled everyone.
Not only did he seize power in the Sang family, he also tortured several members of the Sang family, young and old, making them crazy or disabled. The best outcome for them was to take refuge in prison.
Such a devilish man actually became her legal husband.
Thinking of this, an idea suddenly popped into Shen Xingli's mind.
That is to run back to the certificate processing hall and divorce this ridiculous marriage.
Shen Xingli didn't even have time to pick up his phone and wanted to run towards the hall.
But before she could take a step, an arm grabbed her waist tightly.
A man's cold voice came to my ears.
"Why are you running?"
Shen Xingli was so scared that she was about to cry, and looked at Sang Muye with slightly red eyes.
Her voice trembled as she spoke, "Uncle...I'm sorry. I didn't recognize you. I'm going to divorce you right now."
Sang Muye has another identity, that is, the uncle of her best friend Sang Yu.
Shen Xingli remembered very clearly that every time Sang Yu mentioned her uncle, the hairs on her body stood up.
She said that she could offend no one but her uncle, otherwise she would be killed.
But now Shen Xingli not only slept with him, but also teased him like a duck.
She actually encountered such an outrageous thing.
Shen Xingli had only one thought at this moment.
That means I'm leaving Earth.
I'm going to Mars.
Who come save me!
She was like a frightened kitten, held in Sang Muye's hands.
I dare not move.
All I can do is wait for misfortune to come.
At this moment, the man stretched out his big, bony hand and tucked a strand of hair behind Shen Xingli's ear.
He said in a hoarse voice, "Mrs. Sang wants to divorce me right after we got married. Is it because my skills are too poor and I can't satisfy you?"
Shen Xingli: “…”
She wanted to die.
How could you say such words to the arrogant devil?
Questioning a man's skills is the greatest insult to him.
What's more, this man is Sang Muye.
Shen Xingli's voice was filled with tears. "I was wrong. You are strong, skilled, capable, and majestic. There is no man in this world who is more perfect than you. Please forgive me."
She is a well-educated liberal arts student, but at the critical moment, she could only come up with these few idioms.
All the books she studied over the years were in vain.
Seeing her trembling with fear, Sang Muye tightened his arms around her.
There was a dark tide surging in those bottomless black eyes.
He leaned over to Shen Xingli's ear, and a low laugh came out of his throat.
"Such a powerful man, Mrs. Sang should keep him for herself."
After saying that, he bent down, picked up Shen Xingli horizontally, and walked towards the car.
Shen Xingli didn't dare to move anymore and lay obediently in Sang Muye's arms.
The curled eyelashes trembled violently.
She felt that she must have offended the matchmaker in her previous life, otherwise why would she be matched with such a man in this life.
Then how will she live her life from now on?
Thinking of this, Shen Xingli only felt a sore throat and a hoarse voice.
There was a layer of mist in those beautiful almond-shaped eyes.
"I was wrong, can you please not punish me?"
She remembered very clearly that Sang Yu once told her that once she just said something wrong in front of her uncle, and he punished her by making her face the wall and reflect on her mistakes, and he didn't give her any food for a whole day and night.
And she said so many disrespectful words, he wouldn't just wash her and steam her, would he?
Sang Muye placed Shen Xingli on the passenger seat and helped her fasten her seat belt.
The big hands were placed on her face, stroking it from time to time.
Every time he stroked it, Shen Xingli's heart trembled.
At this moment, she heard a man's deep voice.
"Don't be afraid. I don't have the habit of beating my wife."
Shen Xingli instantly understood the deep meaning of this sentence.
He has no habit of beating his wife.
Therefore, if you want to survive, you cannot divorce.
Thinking of this, Shen Xingli boldly asked, "Do you keep your word?"
"It's true, as long as you behave yourself."
Shen Xingli's little head was like a chicken pecking at rice, and he nodded repeatedly: "I will."
Sang Muye seemed relieved when he heard this.
An irrepressible look of joy appeared on that stern face.
He clasped his large hands on her head and rubbed it gently for a few times. "Then come home with me, Mrs. Sang."
When Shen Xingli heard the name 'Mrs. Sang', she couldn't help but shudder all over.
When I think of other people’s wives, I realize that they all live a comfortable and happy life.
Thinking about the days when I would be on the edge of a knife, I couldn't help but sigh softly.
Never mind, let’s take it one step at a time.
The car drove into a luxurious community.
This is the most prosperous area in Beijing.
Living on the top floor, you can overlook the most beautiful river view in the entire city.
Shen Xingli once told Sang Yu that she and Meng Yu must choose this place as their wedding house.
She didn't expect her dream to come true so soon.
But the man in my dream has changed.
The world is truly ever-changing and complex.
Overnight, she broke up with her boyfriend of two years.
She also had a relationship with the dreaded demon Sang Muye and married him.
Complex emotions flashed in Shen Xingli's eyes.
Just then, the passenger door opened.
The man stood tall beside the car, looking at the slightly red corners of her eyes, and couldn't help but stroke them gently.
There was a subtle warmth in his voice: "Marrying me makes you feel so wronged?"
Shen Xingli immediately shook his head in denial: "No, it just felt too fast."
Sang Muye lowered his eyes to look at her, then bent down and unbuckled her seat belt.
Holding her hand, he warned her as they walked: "If I find out you're still thinking about another man, you can forget about having this leg."
Shen Xingli knew he was not joking.
For anyone who angers him, becoming disabled is the best outcome.
She was so scared that she immediately shook her head: "Meng Yu and I have broken up and we will not be in touch again in the future, don't worry."
Sang Muye turned his head to look at her, and the corners of his lips curled slightly, "You are sensible."
At this moment, Shen Xingli's cell phone, which had been smashed to pieces, rang.
Although the tempered glass was shattered, the caller ID on it could still be seen clearly.
——Baby Meng Yu.
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