Country A.
"Clatter, clatter, clatter!" The ear-piercing sound of the propeller rang out.
Private planes flew overhead, traversing the sky and the river.
Country A is divided by the sky, the land, and the river; the area north of the river is the wealthy district.
Luxury cars and beautiful women, skyscrapers and high-rise buildings—everywhere is filled with extravagance and debauchery.
South of the river are slums.
Disease, poverty, filth.
Private jets are something that only wealthy areas have.
In recent years, class distinctions have become increasingly pronounced, and people from wealthy neighborhoods rarely venture into slums anymore.
Therefore, many people in the slums looked up and stared.
What is this private jet doing in the slums?
Ten minutes later, the helicopter landed on the rooftop of a dilapidated residential area.
In the biting cold wind, a pair of long legs stepped out of the cabin, and an overwhelming sense of oppression and pressure rushed towards them.
"Your Excellency, the person you are looking for lives here," the assistant who followed cautiously reported to the man.
The man nodded: "Okay."
His deep, detached voice carried an innate air of superiority.
It was just a single word, yet it struck right at the top of one's head, making one feel as if they had been pierced by a bullet in an instant!
........
At the same time, Shi Nian got up.
She worked odd jobs until 4 a.m. last night and only slept for three hours.
Grandma is sick and hospitalized, and the surgery cost is astronomical for this impoverished family.
Shi Nian had no choice but to work day and night to earn money.
To shake off her drowsiness, Shi Nian turned on the radio while washing her face.
The female announcer's voice came over the loudspeaker: "The Fifth Congress of Country A is about to convene, and the President will deliver his latest speech..."
"Smack!"
Shi Nian immediately turned off the radio.
"Bullshit President!"
She uttered those six words, her eyes simultaneously filled with intense disgust.
Hearing about this president first thing in the morning is just bad luck!
In Shi Nian's mind, the president of Country A was simply the most failed leader!
What makes the gap between the rich and poor in a country so large?
The people in the slums are worse off than pigs and dogs!
They have no right to cross the rivers and mountains to go to the rich people's areas.
They are only entitled to hear the president's voice, and they don't even have the right to see the president's face!
Is it because they're afraid the eyes of these slum dwellers will tarnish the president's divine countenance?
Shi Nian gave a cold laugh.
At the same time, Zhan Xiuchen, who was outside the door, heard Shi Nian utter those six words.
The soundproofing of this door is exceptionally poor, and Shi Nian is yelling really loudly...
A strange light flashed in Zhan Xiuchen's dark eyes, but it disappeared quickly, like a dragonfly skimming the water.
The assistant next to him was so frightened that his face turned pale.
"Does she know who I am?" Zhan Xiu asked in a low voice.
"Your Majesty, I...I didn't reveal that," the assistant stammered.
"Don't reveal it for now."
Just as Zhan Xiuchen was about to knock on the door, it was suddenly pulled open with a "bang".
Their eyes met, and Shi Nian was stunned.
It was as if opening the door had suddenly transported me to another world.
The handsome and noble appearance of the stranger in front of her was something she had never seen before.
It was completely out of place in this dilapidated and narrow stairwell.
"Miss Shi, this is our husband." A male voice came, bringing Shi Nian back to her senses: "This is the man who wants to marry you."
Her gaze fell upon the assistant beside her, and she recognized him.
Just a week ago, this strange man suddenly found her.
She said her husband wanted to marry her.
This is truly bizarre!
She didn't even know her husband's name!
How could the other party possibly specifically ask to marry her?
Moreover, in country A, marriage is clearly defined.
Rich people only marry rich people.
Poor people will only marry poor people.
So a rich man wants to marry her?
Could he be an eighty-year-old man?
I only realized he wasn't an eighty-year-old man when I saw him!
The man's face was so handsome that it could make all the world's splendor pale in comparison.
Shi Nian's voice was clear: "I won't marry!"
A man like that! Even if he's impotent, he's not her type!
There's no such thing as a free lunch!
Even grandmothers with mild mental illness understand this principle!
After saying that, Shi Nian slammed the door shut with a "bang".
With a light and agile figure, her clothes fluttering, she leaped over the two men at the door and arrived at the next step of the stairs in an instant.
She paused, her gaze falling on Zhan Xiuchen: "Don't bother me anymore. I can't think of any other reason why you would want to marry me except to take me home and cook my kidneys."
After saying that, he ran down and disappeared without a trace.
An assistant cautiously asked, "Mr. President, what do you think?"
At this moment, the bright sunlight shone through the corridor window onto Zhan Xiuchen's angular face, making his features somewhat indistinct.
But his eyes were deep and serene.
Like a whirlpool, it seems to suck you in at first glance.
Zhan Xiuchen's mind flashed back to Shi Nian's patched trousers and faded, worn-out shoes.
"Wait," Zhan Xiu said. "She will definitely agree today."
He has already reviewed all of Shi Nian's information; she won't last much longer.
Upon hearing this, the assistant remained silent; the president's thoughts were too profound.
Even after years of being by the president's side, he couldn't guess.
Just like this woman named Shi Nian, she had no connection with the president, and to this day she still doesn't know why the president suddenly wants to marry her!
Did the president take a fancy to her beauty?
That's utter nonsense!
What kind of woman hasn't the president seen!
In his view, there was no reason for the president to marry a woman from the slums!
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