Flash marriage, darling wife AA system

  Qiao Yunxue glared at Luo Shaofan with a mixture of frustration and fear. But she didn't dare to make another reckless move, for when men were enraged, they usually became animals controlled by their lower bodies.

  She can't take risks.

  Moreover, he deliberately asked her questions, covering her mouth, and even if she dared to speak, she couldn't say anything. He covered it too tightly, and she felt that breathing was a bit difficult. She stretched out her hand and desperately twisted his wrist, wanting to get enough air and freedom. However, her strength was simply insignificant compared to Luo Shaoban's.

  "Do you want to say it?" Luo Shaofan's voice was soft, but contained endless danger. "Baby, you won't understand, what I regret most over the past year is..."

  She couldn't say a word and could only stare at him. She didn't want to know his regrets, but her eyes involuntarily welled up with confusion.

  What regret could he have? Su Qinglan didn't have much substance, but her figure and facial features were flawless, making her a stunning beauty. Every day she was completely like Luo Shaofan's reincarnation, with an intelligent and lovely appearance. She clearly refused to like that child, yet couldn't help but think that the child was indeed lovable.

  Stinky man!

  After a few seconds of silence, Luo Shaofeng smiled lightly: "If you don't say it, then you don't love Rong Qian. This is good! You're still my precious baby."

  Luo Shaofan finally loosened his grip on her mouth, but gazed at her small face that was red with anger and smiled lightly.

  There was a suffocating feeling, Qiao Yunxue desperately took deep breaths, and it wasn't until after a while that she felt better.

  "If you dare touch me, it's either your death or mine!" She yelled at him, but her eyes had reddened.

  Luo Shaofan leaned down, shaking his head gently: "Stubborn girl, you know I couldn't bear to see you die..." His voice became hoarse towards the end, "This isn't good, my gentle rabbit treasure, how did you become a wild little cat... Yunxue, that doesn't suit you."

  As he spoke, his body leaned down a bit more, his dense black hair falling in front of her eyes. His warm breath, carrying a familiar feeling, rushed towards her face. And the stiffness between their abdomens pressed tightly against hers. The sense of his rigid presence made her feel like she had to be on guard at all times.

  What does he want to do?

  One hand covering her mouth and the other blocking her chest, Qiao Yunxue took a deep breath: "You really want us to become eternal enemies who can never forgive each other, don't you?"

  Luo Shaofeng's movements suddenly stopped.

  Her narrow eyes slowly narrowed, gazing at her slightly red eye sockets. He slowly regained his upright posture, and when he reached a certain height, he lightly planted a kiss on her hair. However, this light kiss seemed to touch some familiar feeling, his palm suddenly moved down, embracing her slender waist, and his lips pressed against hers.

  Soft and warm, still with that same feeling as before...

  She only felt a pain on her lips, and Luo Shaofeng suddenly contracted. His fingertips stroked the space between his lips, then put them in front of his eyes - his slender long eyelashes stared at her intensely.

  She bit his lip.

  A faint smell of blood began to spread...

  Qiao Yunxue looked up, staring at him unwillingly, and blurted out: "Luo Shaofan, didn't you say that even if we can't be husband and wife, we can still be friends? How come you don't even want to be friends now?"

  Luo Shaofeng suddenly pulled up the corners of her lips, revealing a bright and cheerful smile. She cupped her small face with both hands and smiled gently: "Don't be afraid, I just want to smell your scent."

  She glared at him to death. His lips were swollen and bruised, yet he still had the nerve to say that.

  Luo Shaofan smiled and shook his head, with a profound meaning: "Want, which woman can't? Stubborn girl, your figure is not attractive enough to men!"

  What a load of nonsense! You're already so stiff and stubborn, yet you still have the nerve to say that!

  Qiao Yunxue struggled to get up, threw off her unwashed underwear, quickly retreated back to the bedroom, ran onto the balcony, and threw herself into the sunlight, exposing herself to the line of sight that people outside could see.

  Under the bright sky, she didn't believe that Luo Shaofeng would be shameless to the point of being hated by both men and gods. This man was proud, not to the extent of being detestable.

  Luo Shaofan didn't follow him out. She leaned against the bathroom door, waiting for her anger to subside before walking out with elegant steps.

  Standing in the bedroom, his slender eyes fixed on the person in the sunlight. Her appearance is always so innocent and beautiful. But a 28-year-old woman wouldn't be as simple as she looks, when she's smart, her eyes are clear like a warm spring, dazzling and enchanting, making people love her deeply...

  After a while, Luo Shaofan finally walked towards her and stood on the balcony. He looked down at her flying hair, which was lined with golden light.

  He held out his hand to her in the morning.

  Qiao Yunxue shrank her neck and turned her face ninety degrees.

  "I understand." Luo Shaofan nodded and didn't force her, but turned around and walked towards the bathroom.

  Somehow astonished that he was so cooperative, Qiao Yunxue turned around and looked at his back in confusion.

  Before long, the sound of water came from the bathroom.

  What is he doing in the bathroom?

  Qiao Yunxue took two steps towards the bedroom, but as soon as she recalled the scene just now, she thought of his waist and her heart immediately sounded an alarm, and she retreated back to the balcony. But that water sound was a bit off, she suddenly thought of something, her heart panicked, and she couldn't care about anything else, rushing towards the bathroom.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, the intimate clothing she was about to wash was in his palm.

  "No you can't, don't touch it." She rushed over, trying to grab it away.

  Luo Shaofeng raised her arm, and the thing was two feet higher than her head. Qiao Yuxue could only stare blankly, unable to even touch it with her fingers, let alone grab it. She felt both ashamed and angry: "When did you develop this habit? You have so many women under your control, are they willing for you to touch them?"

  He gently grasped her fingertips, his clear voice was pleasant to hear: "Stubborn girl, I just want you to understand that everything he can do for you, I can also do. Now, is it possible to consider me..."

  "Are you going to put it down?" She pointed at the clothes in his hand.

  Luo Shaofeng stared at her, motionless.

  He didn't move, she did. Qiao Yunxue turned around and walked away, but only took two steps before stopping again, her eyes shining brightly. She turned around, grabbed the showerhead, turned it to its maximum setting, and seemed a bit flustered as she held it, the showerhead suddenly spraying directly at Luo Shaofan.

  In just a few seconds, Luo Shaofan became a laughing stock.

  It's a cold winter day that requires wearing down jackets, and the water without heating is unimaginably cold. Lu Shao Fan, who was soaked from head to toe, didn't dodge, letting the water droplets fall from his hair, flowing along his forehead, face, and chin.

  Lu Shao Fan's slender eyes locked onto her face as she carelessly wiped it with her hand.

  His expressionless face made her heart skip a beat. She took two steps back, turned off the showerhead, feigned calmness, and pouted: "Sorry, I just wanted to wash my hands. But this showerhead is a bit slippery, and the direction was wrong." After finishing speaking, she silently stared at Luo Shaofan, her eyes tightly fixed on his hands and feet, ready to make a run for it downstairs if they made even the slightest move.

  But Luo Shaofan didn't move.

  The cold water made his face pale, but he didn't get angry, instead he stared at her tightly. After a while, he endured the biting chill and smiled shallowly: "Stubborn girl, if you were so reckless in the past, I wouldn't have dared to marry Su Qinglan even with a knife held to my neck."

  Qiao Yunxue didn't listen to his words at all, but stared at his face which was slowly turning pale. This man was clearly frozen stiff, yet he remained so calm and even smiled faintly as they chatted. He's crazy!

  Su Qinglan is really formidable, in just one year's time, she has actually ground down this man's patience to such an extent!

  She looked and looked, her face gradually turning pale. She involuntarily took a small step back.

  Lu Shao Fan didn't move, but when she took a small step back, a faint smile appeared on her face.

  He bent down and continued with his unfinished action.

  Qiao Yunxue didn't have the strength to stop the man who was drenched and cold, leaning against the door frame, somewhat weakly, staring at his inappropriate actions.

  That set of underwear, she would never touch again no matter what. He imprisoned her for so long that she wouldn't change.

  Her heart ached, her eyes were somewhat dim, and she squeezed out her voice after a while: "What are you doing all this for? It doesn't show off your elegance, it only lowers the style of Lord Luo."

  "I washed it, I'm relieved!" Luo Shaofan said with a calm and clear tone.

  Taking a deep breath, she forced out a smile: "Let's have a good talk!"

  "It was my fault before, but in the future, it's in your hands." Luo Shaofeng gazed at her, "My only mistake is that my speed wasn't faster than yours."

  "No." Blinking her eyes, she tried to calm down and make her thoughts clear. "You used marriage to block your way out, I'll do the same, use marriage to block my own way out. This road has no turning back. And I have never regretted my choice half a year ago."

  After finishing speaking, she calmly retreated back to the balcony of her bedroom. Leaning against the railing, she silently gazed at the blue sky and white clouds, the green trees forming a canopy.

  Behind her, there was the sound of clothes being hung out to dry, but she didn't turn around.

  Can't help but wonder, isn't he cold? The temperature is close to zero now, isn't he cold...

  Just then, Luo Shaofeng let out a loud sneeze, disturbing the peaceful atmosphere of the room.

  "Yunxue, wait for me." Luo Shaofan ordered.

  She didn't move. Nor did she look at him.

  His footsteps gradually faded away, leaving the bedroom and echoing in the long corridor. Then came the stairs. A minute later, he appeared downstairs and got into his Mercedes, which was still wet from the rain.

  Qiao Yunxue suddenly stood up - he hadn't changed his clothes here, which means this villa wasn't really his.

  So how could Rong Qian possibly get a clue about her position and find her way back...

  She sat down weakly, her eyes scanning over the clothes hanging on one side.

  She cupped her cheeks with both hands and fell into deep thought.

  Has Rong Qian seen that blank divorce agreement?

  Did Su Qinglan and Luo Shaobai divorce after all?

  How can she escape from here?

  Lu Shao Fan's attitude suddenly changed, making her a bit flustered, what did he want to do?

  ……

  She thought of her headache, unknowingly stood up and walked downstairs. At this moment, Wang's mother seemed to be fine, following closely behind, while the two bodyguards in the front and back yards stared at her with wide eyes.

  She sat down on a stone, and Wang Ma hastily sent over a chair in alarm.

  "Thank you!" she said softly and sat down obediently. Then she lifted up her own feet to take a look - indeed, they had swollen again.

  "Shall we...ask Mr. Luo to bring some medicine?" Wang Ma suggested.

  She glanced at Wang Ma, sighed softly: "No need, I'm not a thousand-gold lady." And added another sentence, "Look, swollen like this, you can relax, I guess I won't be able to escape for three to five days."

  The first half of the sentence was still heard by others, but the second half was ignored by the two bodyguards and Wang's mother as if they hadn't heard it. For a "fugitive" with a record, they apparently no longer intended to give her tolerance and trust.

  Alas, the future is worrisome!

  As she sat there, lost in thought, her hands quietly rested on her abdomen. Foolishly thinking that even if they didn't love each other, if she had a baby, their marriage would last forever. Rong Qian and she would definitely slowly fall for each other as they went through life's ups and downs together.

  She will work hard, and so will Rong Qian. They will definitely love each other, understand each other...

  Unfortunately, what Rong Qian wanted, she just couldn't quite bring herself to give.

  Although it was cold, fortunately the sun still had some warmth. She sat for a long time and was getting sleepy from the sunshine, but she didn't want to go back to her bedroom. She thought silently, hoping that he wouldn't appear again before she came up with an escape plan.

  But apparently her good abacus fell through.

  However, in just an hour, the shiny black Mercedes-Benz came back. It stopped, and Luo Shaofan, dressed in a suit, appeared before her again.

  Facing the sunlight, with a smile on his face, he stood by the car and carefully examined her. His expression was like savoring a delicious dish.

  Qiao Yunxue, don't close your eyes, look at the blue sky and white clouds.

  It turned out he left just to change into a dry set of clothes.

  The man who could be ignored didn't feel embarrassed at all, but naturally walked around to her side, sat on the chair sent by Wang's mother, and sat alongside her.

  She looks at the blue sky and white clouds, he looks at the beautiful girl.

  Although she didn't look at him, the corner of her eye strongly felt his gaze. She suddenly turned her face and hummed: "Longji is as important to you as your life. How come you're not afraid of being defeated by Jinghua? Not afraid of being usurped by your older cousin? You should go to work instead of coming here."

  "I'm on vacation. And I'm having a holiday in Singapore." Luo Shaofan slowly raised his legs, "Everyone in the city knows about this, including Rong Qian. I need to rest well for a few days, or else people will think I'm a fake."

  Qiao Yunxue was secretly shocked. If it were true, who would have thought that her disappearance had anything to do with him? Her parents would be worried to death...

  Rong Qian probably won't be too anxious, he has always been calm and composed, making people think that even if the sky falls, he will still stand as stable as a mountain. It should be like this...

  He didn't miss the faint worry that flashed across her eyebrows, and Luo Shaofeng's slender eyes flickered with a hint of complacency. His long arm wrapped around her chair, and with just one hook of his lips, he was radiant: "So, we'll have a quiet and comfortable holiday. Three to five days, seven or eight days, ten days or half a month, it depends on my mood, our progress."

  She stood up, raised an eyebrow and challenged him: "A married woman? A husband with a wife? Progress?"

  She didn't want to hear Luo Shaofeng's explanation, so she turned around and walked towards the hall with a calm expression.

  "Yunxue..." Luo Shaofan followed closely behind, neither too fast nor too slow.

  She didn't stop.

  Luo Shaofan followed, but his phone was playing an old song. The clear music accompanied her: "It's just that you and I fell in love too early, and we understood happiness too little, so selfishness made love become a torment..."

  This sentence is a bit familiar, it seems like it's been around for some time. Now that he's brought it up again, it's both laughable and infuriating.

  She suddenly turned around and tried to calm down: "Actually, you can let your son learn these songs earlier, so he won't be delayed in marrying a good girl from a good family."

  "What song?" Luo Shaofeng was taken aback, "What did you sing?"

  Scoundrel!

  Taking a deep breath, Qiao Yunxue calmly stood in front of him, looking up at him: "Luo Da Shao, do you think there is still love between us?"

  Lu Shao Fan smiled faintly: "You don't have to love me anymore, just come back to me, and my soul will be at peace."

  For some reason, she suddenly felt the chill of winter invading her heart. Qiao Yunxue forced a faint smile: "I'm in love with Rong Qian now. What else do you want? Do you want me to stay by your side and think about Rong Qian every day?"

  Luo Shaofeng's face seemed to flash with a hint of pain, and his sorrowful gaze fell quietly on her pale face.

  Qiao Yunxue took a step back nervously, carefully watching his hands, ready to make a run for it at any moment.

  But Luo Shaofeng just clenched his fist, and then slowly relaxed it. Still with a spirited and elegant appearance. He quickly took two steps forward, taking advantage of her inattention to press on her wrist pulse, as if feeling her heartbeat. After a while, he seemed to smile and scanned her face, which was pretending to be calm: "Who do you love? Listen to your heartbeat and you'll know..."

  "You..." She wanted to resist, but had already been pulled by him to sit on the sofa.

  "You should know what I regret most."

  Qiao Yunxue shrank into the sand: "The past is all gone."

  His voice sank: "We've been in love for eight years, cohabiting for three years, but we haven't had a single truly intimate skin-to-skin contact..."

  "Lu Shao Fan, you dare say another word!" She jumped up, standing on the sofa, gritting her teeth and yelling at him.

  Luo Shaofeng's eyes sparkled: "Alright, I won't mention that again. Now let's talk about having children."

  She stood on the sofa, staring at him, but her body quietly shrank back.

  Luo Shaofan sat down calmly: "Rong Qian has been urging you to have a baby. And he would say that his father also wants a grandson?"

  "How did you know?" Her voice trembled, and Qiao Yunxue's shoulders drooped slightly. The stunning face suddenly lost its fervor.

  She stared blankly at the brilliant sunlight outside the door.

  Luo Shaofeng gently put his arm around her shoulders: "None of you love each other. You want a marriage, he wants children, but you can't give him that..."

  "Can't you just shut up! Rong Qian is a real man, he's a hundred times better than you, and he wouldn't use a child to decide our marriage." Her eyes reddened, her voice was hoarse, and her clear black-and-white pupils were tinged with disappointment.

  Her marriage was indeed a farce of a patriarchal society. Rong Qian treated her well, she knew that was gentleness, not love.

  The pain that lurked in his eyes many times inadvertently flowed out. The woman in his album, the woman in his wallet, may be the one he deeply loved.

  But Rong Qian is a good person, he does his best to make the two blend into marriage.

  But she, her heart was still sealed off, unable to see the light, and didn't want to let the light in. Since seeing Rong Qian's photo album and wallet, she had become even more cautious about getting emotional.

  Luo Shaofeng gazed at her quietly: "The stupid thing I did last year, you can use your fiancée status to slap Su Qinglan and tell her to get out with a clear conscience. Why didn't you do that?"

  "Lu Shao Fan, a woman comes to your door with your child in her belly, and you still want me to show jealousy?" Qiao Yun Xue stared at him in astonishment.

  Luo Shaofan's voice was slightly hoarse: "Why don't you eat vinegar..."

  She gazed at Luo Shaofeng with a hint of pleading in her bright, shining eyes. "Can we not talk about those things anymore? Can you let me go? My parents will be worried and Rong Qian will look for me everywhere."

  "Not good..." Luo Shaofeng stood up straight and slowly walked away from her side.

  He is thinking about something.

  "I want to go home." Qiao Yunxue ran over and grabbed his arm, shaking it vigorously.

  Turning around, Luo Shaofan's deep and profound eyes locked onto hers: "Since you don't want to go back to Rong Qian's side, why not take advantage of me? You told Rong Qian that your love is still with me, let him give up."

  "I..." She didn't want it to be like this. She didn't want to leave a bad impression on Rong Qian.

  Luo Shaofeng's lips curled up slightly, his voice clear and enchanting, with a hint of emotion, sincere and gentle: "He doesn't love you, letting go won't hurt him. Yunxue, your leaving is setting him free..."

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