Chapter 104 Documents: He Can No Longer Indulge in His Absurdity
Su Jinmu's expression grew even colder, her brows furrowed, almost showing a hint of annoyance, finding Li Xin's words and actions absurd.
"you--"
"Is there anything you don't know how to fill in, young master?"
Li Xin smiled.
Su Jinmu remained seated, while Li Xin stood behind him, holding Su Jinmu's pen-holding hand tightly with one hand and pressing his other hand on Su Jinmu's shoulder, firmly restraining him.
Su Jinmu was almost enveloped by the natural, chilling aura emanating from Li Xin, a cool and serene feeling, as if she were being clung to by a wild ghost.
Li Xin smiled, then reached out his other hand from Su Jinmu's side and flipped open a stack of papers in front of him. Below was a brand new marriage agreement, and below that was yet another brand new marriage agreement. It was unclear how many copies had been prepared.
Li Xin's lips curled up. "If the young master is unhappy, he can continue tearing. I have prepared a lot, enough for the young master to tear to his heart's content."
Su Jinmu: "..."
Li Xin flipped to the back, and what lay beneath was no longer just simple paper, but documents—all of Su Jinmu's documents, originals and copies, everything needed for the wedding, all included.
When Su Jinmu was brought before Li Xin, she didn't even have a coat, let alone these documents; it was obvious that they were sent by the Su family.
Su Jinmu lowered her eyes and watched as Li Xincang's long, white fingers pressed against the documents. He then took out the marriage agreement and said, "If there's anything you're unsure about, young master, just write it down based on the documents, or ask me."
Su Jinmu took a deep breath, pursed her lips, stared at the documents and agreements in front of her, her fingertips curling as she pondered.
He paused, his fingers tightened, and he began to sign the marriage agreement.
Li Xin's eyes lit up, but his hand remained firmly in Su Jinmu's, without exerting any force, as he watched him write with a subdued excitement.
With each stroke, the three characters "Su Jinmu" were steadily written on the paper.
Li Xin's lips suddenly curled up, and he leaned down to nuzzle Su Jinmu's ear, his voice low and surprisingly sticky, "...Young Master."
Su Jinmu put down her pen, leaned back in her chair, exhaled, and remained expressionless and indifferent.
The documents were in Li Xin's hands, and so were the people in Li Xin's hands, so he had no choice but to bow his head.
Su Jinmu's head brushed against Li Xin's waist and abdomen. She asked casually, without looking up, "May I ask, sincerely, why did you choose to get married?"
No time limit, no prenuptial agreement, and you're just giving him money for nothing?
What's the point?
Li Xin picked up the marriage agreement to prevent the young master from changing his mind and tearing it up. She smiled and leaned forward against him.
Su Jinmu saw Li Xin's clear, smiling eyes, his dark eyebrows and eyes filled with joy, genuine happiness.
“Because I like you,” he said.
Li Xin laughed, his dark pupils almost reflecting Su Jinmu's clear image, at an extremely close distance.
Su Jinmu's heart skipped a beat, her fingertips curled, and she pursed her lips strangely.
Li Xin was very pleased. He called someone over and quickly handed over the agreement and documents, and took them to process them immediately.
Su Jinmu looked at him. Li Xin handed the things over, turned around, grabbed Su Jinmu's wrist, smiled and rubbed his fingertips against him, staring straight at him.
"Young Master."
Su Jinmu felt a tingling sensation in her fingertips, and strangely looked away, almost too afraid to look.
As if burned by the intense emotions in his eyes, she suppressed her expression and said, "We'll get a divorce in a year."
……ha.
Dream on.
Li Xin didn't care about all that. He chuckled, stretched his arm down, and easily lifted Su Jinmu up by the waist. He lifted her directly from the chair, carried her to the sofa, and unceremoniously squeezed her down.
"Hmm..."
Su Jinmu groaned, squeezed into a small gap between the sofa back and cushion. Li Xin blocked him, his lips curled up, excitedly rubbing his cheek against Su Jinmu's, his breath hot.
Su Jinmu frowned, feeling suffocated by the crowd. She couldn't help but raise her hand, grab Li Xin's chin, and shove him away forcefully, frowning, "What are you doing? Get lost."
"In a legal relationship, can't I hug you?" Li Xin was pushed back a little by him, the corners of his mouth turning up and down little by little, unable to suppress his joy, but also with a bit of a crazy possessiveness, obscure and hard to describe.
Su Jinmu: "..."
Li Xin stepped forward, staring intently at him, getting closer until their noses were almost touching, his breath hot and moist.
Su Jinmu's temple twitched, and she stared at him warily. After a while, Li Xin suddenly smiled, reached out his arm, and gently touched Su Jinmu's cheek with his lips.
I like you.
Su Jinmu was taken aback.
……Depend on.
Where did you learn all this nonsense?
Su Jinmu looked away.
.
In the afternoon, the lake outside was completely filled in, the construction team left, and Su Jinmu walked around outside, staring at the huge open space.
The soil was all freshly filled in; it didn't even need to be turned over, making it a perfect place for planting.
Su Jinmu stared, her expression strange, then suppressed it and returned to calm.
He thought Li Xin might have gone mad.
...Stockholm?
...Maybe he bullied her too much, and she became a little mentally disturbed?
"Young Master."
A voice sounded from behind, accompanied by a touch of warmth on her shoulder. A thick coat was draped over her shoulders, but the hand that was giving her the coat didn't leave. Instead, it moved up and rubbed against her delicate earlobe.
Are you cold?
Li Xin spoke softly, pinching the young master's soft ear, "Have you decided what to plant?"
Annoyed by his ear-pinching, Su Jinmu turned around and pushed him hard, causing Li Xin to stumble back two steps.
The next second, Su Jinmu raised her hand, grabbed Li Xin's collar, and pulled him forward sharply, causing Li Xin to lean back.
She was surprised for a moment, then smiled and said, "Young Master? It's been a long time since Young Master took the initiative to pull me up."
Su Jinmu: "..."
Su Jinmu grabbed Li Xin's collar, forcing him to lean down and look him in the eye. "Do you like this?"
Li Xin's eyes were filled with a dark look. "I like it."
Su Jinmu: "..." No doubt about it, it's definitely Stockholm syndrome.
That's insane.
Li Xin curled his lips into a smile, the crimson color making him look like a demon. He moved closer, his cheek brushing against Li Xin's fingertips. "Young Master's hands are so cold."
Su Jinmu: "…………"
Su Jinmu's heart pounded, and a strange look appeared in her eyes.
Bang bang what bang bang? These past two days it's been nothing but thumping and banging.
...Could he also have Stockholm syndrome?
Is this contagious?!
Su Jinmu released her grip abruptly as if it were burning her, and cautiously took two steps back to create distance.
Li Xin raised an eyebrow slightly, his eyes darkening, and slowly took a step forward, closing in. "Little—"
"Stand back a bit." Su Jinmu's voice turned cold, and she took two steps back.
Li Xin raised an eyebrow, her smile gentle, and prepared to lift her leg, but instead of standing far away, she asked, "What?"
Su Jinmu: "..."
Su Jinmu was a little annoyed, so she turned around and left in a hurry, going into the villa.
Outside, Li Xin stared at the young master's back, his gaze lingering on him, repeatedly tracing and scrutinizing his back with an ambiguous expression. He twitched the corner of his mouth and lifted his leg to continue following.
Su Jinmu wasn't sure what was wrong with Li Xin, but he himself seemed to have some problems.
When Li Xin gets too close to him, he is easily affected, sometimes his heart beats fast, sometimes his ears become sensitive, and he is always acting strangely.
Su Jinmu walked to a secluded spot inside, her brows furrowing tightly.
He didn't care what happened to Li Xin; he was too lazy to care and couldn't care less anyway. But it was about himself...
Su Jinmu lowered her eyes, glanced around, and suddenly saw two red books on the table.
— Marriage certificate.
It has been retrieved.
There were also some of his identification documents next to him.
Su Jinmu stared intently, her lips pursed, looking somewhat suppressed and pale.
For more than ten years in the Su family, I was obedient and docile, longing for even a little bit of love from my parents, but the result was so miserable and dismal.
Although he didn't pay attention to outside opinions, he could guess that they were all sighs of admiration for Li Xin's comeback and jokes about his downfall.
He doesn't care about opinions, but he has been stubbornly absurd for more than a decade, and he can no longer tolerate his absurdity.
Stockholm won't work either.
Su Jinmu lowered her eyes and reached out to pick up her identification documents.
"Bang."
A heavy weight on the back of the hand.
A long, slender hand pressed down on the back of his hand, also pressing down on the identification document below.
My earlobe was brushed, a breeze blew across it, like a ghost had touched my soul, and a low, slow laugh came through.
"Young Master?"
Su Jinmu lowered his eyes, Li Xin pressed his hand down, and reached out with his other hand to wrap around his waist, pressing his fingertips against the edge of the document and slowly pulling it out.
Su Jinmu clenched her fists. "What are you doing?"
Li Xin smiled faintly, "I'll keep it for the young master."
Su Jinmu pursed her lips and glanced at him sideways.
Her clear eyes shimmered, yet her emotions remained indifferent, like cool and clear glass.
Extremely distant, impossible to approach.
Li Xin's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason. He tightened his grip on the ID card, slowly pulling it out of Su Jinmu's hand, clenching it in his own, and smiling, "Is the young master unhappy?"
Su Jinmu glanced at him. He didn't plan to leave within a year, so it didn't matter if Li Xin took it. She withdrew her hand and turned to walk out.
He stood in front of the table, with Li Xin behind him. Li Xin's arms were wrapped around him on both sides, blocking the table. Su Jinmu pushed him away casually and lifted his leg to walk out.
"Hmm..."
Suddenly, an arm tightened around her waist. In the instant that he was moved away, Li Xin moved back, wrapped his arm around Su Jinmu, turned her to face him, placed his palm on her waist, and blocked her way without moving away.
“Young Master.” Li Xin spoke softly, looking directly into his eyes, his eyes slightly narrowed, scrutinizing him sharply and frantically, trying to see something clearer in them.
"Is the young master in a bad mood?"
Su Jinmu twitched the corners of her mouth, glanced at the marriage certificate that Li Xin was holding in his hand, her heart pounding strangely, and asked with a half-smile, "Should I be happy?"
Li Xin gripped the marriage certificate and other documents tightly, his lips curving into a smile, his eyes darkening. "You're unhappy, yet you remain so calm? This isn't like the young master's personality."
Su Jinmu chuckled softly, her long eyelashes half-lowered, and clicked her tongue.
The situation has changed. What can I do if I'm unhappy? It's only a year anyway. I'll just have to bear with it.
Su Jinmu pressed her hand against Li Xin's wrist through his sleeve, grabbed him, and moved him to the side. "Is there anything else?"
"have."
Li Xin spoke softly, his voice deep, his eyes filled with a terrifying possessiveness.
"On such a happy day, young master, won't you give me a kiss?"
Su Jinmu: "???" Heh.
Su Jinmu raised her eyes, her lips curling up into a smile, almost a mocking one.
"Is this your retaliation?"
Li Xin's face darkened as he stared at him meaningfully, his gaze almost piercing through him, trying to discern his every thought.
...The young master is more distant and unhappy than when he first arrived.
She was as cold as ice, her aura chilling, her beautiful, spring-like eyes seemingly frozen.
Li Xin paused, then said, "What if I said yes?"
Su Jinmu gritted her teeth, glared at Li Xin, and after a moment, loosened her clenched fingers, pulled Li Xin by the collar, and brought her lips to his.
Li Xin's heart sank heavily. He turned his face to the side, and those soft lips brushed against his cheek.
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