Flash marriage, darling wife AA system

  The house has become quiet. It's so quiet it's as if there's no one around.

  Rong Qian stood at the door, at a loss, raised his arm to knock on the door, but hesitated and stopped just as his fingers were about to touch it. His eyes burned with anxiety, yet he couldn't bring himself to utter a single word.

  After a while, a stuffy and impatient voice came from inside the house: "What's going on? I'm still waiting!"

  His face stiffened, and he withdrew his hand, his thin lips parted slightly before closing again. After a moment's thought, he asked softly, "Leniency for those who confess?"

  "No." Qiao Yunxue rejected bluntly. Unconsciously, another wound was added to her heart. Listen, he still wants to confess and get leniency! It's clear that it's just Rong Qian's problem, maybe even Su Qinglan is not a problem, it's just Rong Qian's problem.

  Can't be frank and lenient, then he mustn't say... Rong Qian pursed her lips, her long eyebrows slightly furrowed, staring at the door for a long time.

  "Who is it?" A loud anger, the door opened a crack, and Qiao Yunxue's head appeared in that less-than-one-foot-wide gap.

  "Leniency for those who confess?" Rong Qian's expression remained unchanged, like the wind, with a hint of helplessness and firm persistence in his dark eyes.

  She glared at him for a long time, and finally squeezed out two words from between her teeth: "Fine. Speak."

  His face warmed up with a gentle smile. He stared at her eyes, which seemed to have been soaked in tears, and his sparkling eyes gleamed as he put on an innocent look: "Su Qinglan was drugged."

  "Oh?" Qiao Yunxue nodded in anger, "I knew it, you're the one who's behind this!"

  Rong Qian shook his head, his hand reached out as if to hold hers, but then stopped secretly: "No. I didn't know that Su Qinglan had taken the hallucinogenic drug at the time."

  "Who would believe you?" Qiao Yunxue hummed with her nose.

  He looked at her with a sincere and serious gaze: "The hallucinogenic drug she used was not for Luo Shaofan, but for me."

  "Ah——" Her established thinking was challenged, and she immediately became disordered. Qiao Yunxue was frightened, her hands tightly grasping the door frame lost their strength, and she slid down straight. She leaned against the door frame with her shoulder, propping up her body.

  Rong Qian's speed was extremely fast, and he grabbed her slender arm, but was slapped away by Qiao Yunxue. He struggled to get up from the ground, feeling a bit dizzy, but she glared at him: "You're lying! It was clearly Shao Fan who was hit." However, in her heart, she was somewhat panicked, as Su Qinglan had said that her first love was Rong Qian.

  The three words "Luo Shao Fan" suddenly became two words... Rong Qian's dark eyes were deep and quiet, his heart calm and peaceful. He closed his eyes, thought for ten seconds before calmly admitting: "But I didn't drink it. I was the first to put down my hand, and voluntarily drank Luo Shao Fan's cup instead. My cup was given to Luo Shao Fan."

  "Then, that fool drank the cup of hallucinogenic drink of yours?" Qiao Yunxue rushed up, her neck arched back, grabbing his collar, "Rong Qian you bastard, why didn't you drink your own, and instead drank Shaofan's?"

  Rong Qian gently raised his arm, and his large palm covered her hand clutching the collar. A hint of struggle flashed in his eyes: "I saw... my cup was slightly darker, and it was obviously a drink that had been prepared for a long time, but the liquid inside was shaking. I realized that there was something wrong with that cup of drink."

  “Y-y-you...” Her face was red with rage, Qiao Yunxue glared at him, her eyes welling up with tears again, and her hands tightly grasped his collar as if she wanted to rip it apart. “You bastard! You knew the drink was problematic, but you didn’t just stop at not drinking it yourself, you had to give it to Shao Fan to drink, letting Su Qinglan humiliate me...” She suddenly let go of his collar and squatted down, crying, her shoulders shaking. “Rong Qian, you scoundrel, you ruined my beautiful first love life with your own hands.”

  If it weren't for that drink, if Su Qinglan's trick hadn't succeeded, there wouldn't have been a pregnant woman asking her to help, and there wouldn't have been a runaway bride...

  Rong Qian's face was slightly stiff, and it took him a long time to slowly utter a few words: "He is the successor of Long Ji, the competitor in the capital, I won't consider his safety...I didn't expect Luo Shaobai to be so stupid, really didn't even look at it before drinking it..."

  "Wooo——" Qiao Yunxue was both angry and suffocated, feeling sad. This scoundrel of a man, letting Shao Fan be his scapegoat, and even saying that Luo Shaofan is stupid...

  Rong Qian clumsily squatted down and tried to pull her up: "Baby..."

  Qiao Yunxue glared over: "Don't move me. Zhao Peirong is your precious one."

  Rong Qian is indeed a man of his word. The situation is weak, and if he uses force, he will only scare away the wife who has been crying and wiping her nose.

  "Waaaah——Stinky Rong Qian! Dumb Shaofan!" Qiao Yunxue covered her face and cried, crying a bit too much. She choked with sobs, started coughing, and then began to dry heave. She vomited until her stomach hurt.

  Rong Qian could only stare blankly, for a long time, before suddenly coming to his senses and taking out Fang Jie's clean handkerchief from his pocket and placing it in front of her.

  She snatched it away, without saying a word, and threw it directly into the trash can, hitting the target. She wanted to cry, but when she saw Rong Qian's awkward expression, it seemed like he was the innocent one.

  Qiao Yunxue couldn't fight back the tears. She wiped away a tear and stood up, staring for a long time at the man who had ruined her first love, but was now her partner in bed. By day she helped him with his work, by night she warmed his bed, and yet she still said she wanted to support him...

  Until her eyes were a bit tired... She suddenly turned around, grabbed her handbag and rushed out without saying another word.

  "Cloud and snow." Rong Qian, who had been passive for half a day, suddenly became energetic and immediately hugged him tightly. "I've promised to be lenient if you confess the truth. I've confessed everything. Not a single word is false."

  "I've already compromised." Qiao Yunxue looked up, her eyes brimming with tears as she glared at him, "Rong Qian, do you still want to take advantage of me?"

  "Relax?" Rong Qian's face stiffened, but she didn't let go. She didn't say anything and just walked away, what kind of relax was this?

  Qiao Yunxue immediately slapped his hand: "You were originally sentenced to death. I have already commuted your death sentence."

  "Oh..." Rong Qian's heart relaxed a little, "Then..."

  "It's a life sentence now." Qiao Yunxue stepped on his foot. The high heels hadn't been changed yet, and they were quite powerful.

  Ignoring the high heel's lethal power, Rong Qian winced in pain: "Baby, there's no life imprisonment between husband and wife..."

  "Qiao Yunxue gritted her teeth, suddenly turned around and opened her laptop. One by one, the charges were listed out like treasures, 'Rong Qian, according to incomplete statistics, you have a total of five major crimes.'"

  "What crime?" Rong Qian tried to grab her handbag, but was cleverly dodged by Qiao Yunxue. She raised an eyebrow, "You've done something bad and don't dare admit it? Listen to me finish counting, see if it's not a life sentence... You move again, I'll jump off the building."

  When Zhen Chao walked up two steps to the floor-to-ceiling window, Qiao Yunxue was standing there with her notebook in her arms, staring tightly at Rong Qian.

  "I won't move." Her threat was effective.

  As he withdrew his arm, Qiao Yunxue began to announce the charges: "Firstly, intentional injury. Maximum penalty of ten years." After finishing, she glared at him, "Ten years."

  "Yunxue..." Rong Qian's voice trailed off as she gazed at her reddened eyes.

  "Article 2, crime of retaliatory persecution, up to seven years." Qiao Yunxue reminded with a hint of hatred, "A total of seventeen years." She continued to check the next article, "Crime of maltreatment..."

  "Abuse?" Rong Qian furrowed her brow.

  "You indirectly abused me." Qiao Yun's eyes were brimming with tears as she accused.

  "......" Alright, he's guilty. Rong Qian nodded silently, she must have cried secretly for a long time back then.

  "Abuse of power is punishable by up to seven years," she said. "Next, dereliction of duty is also punishable by up to seven years. Article 5, bending the law for personal gain, five years."

  She shut down the computer, her eyes were red, but her voice was crisp: "A total of thirty-six years. Rong Qian, for the next thirty-six years, you have been deprived of your civil rights in front of me. Wait until you are sixty-eight years old and come back to talk to me."

  "...with a sorrowful look, Yong Jian suppressed the words he wanted to say and asked an unrelated question after a while, "Abuse of power and framing someone?"

  "You abused your power, giving Su Qinglan the opportunity to take advantage of it. You bent the law for personal gain, allowing Su Qinglan to evade justice all these years." Qiao Yunxue pulled out a tissue and dabbed at the tears in the corner of her eyes, glaring at him. "Get out of my way, criminal."

  Looking at her resolute eyes, he weakly rubbed his forehead and followed behind her: "I'll send you back to your mother-in-law's place for a short stay."

  Who allowed him to guess that she was going to her mother's place?

  Who allowed him to read her mind!

  Despicable and shameless!

  She was so angry that her heart, liver and lungs ached, but she didn't refuse his request - She cried so hard that she exhausted herself, dry heaving made her feel uncomfortable all over, and she didn't have the strength to run too far. He had taken the initiative to pick her up from Oil Painting Village in the first place, now of course he should also take the initiative to send her back to Oil Painting Village.

  She sat silently beside him, thinking of the grievances over the years, she was so angry that she didn't even glance at him.

  The car was silent.

  All the way to Oil Painting Village, to the entrance of Sunset Gallery. Qiao Yunxue shifted her body and stared at the man in the rearview mirror: "Open the car door!"

  Rong Qian didn't move, and asked: "When are you coming back?"

  Does he think this marriage can still go on? In the misty rain, Qiao Yunxue gazed at his handsome face and extraordinary demeanor, her heart slightly aching: "You don't need to come pick me up anymore."

  "No." Rong Qian was very serious, "Yun Xue, that divorce agreement, I've already taken it to the lawyer's office for notarization."

  "What's it to you?" she glared at him. But in her heart, she was getting more and more uneasy, there were still seven more behind him that she hadn't seen, who knows what was on them...

  She was quietly absorbed in thought for a while, when he suddenly approached her...

  He made a sudden move, and Qiao Yunxue hastily retreated backwards. But the car was so small, the tall and long-limbed man didn't need to exert any effort to encircle her in his arms, and even gently planted a kiss on her pale forehead: "Article 4 of the agreement, Qiao Yunxue is willing to forgive Rong Jian for all his past mistakes before marriage. This does not constitute grounds for divorce."

  "Sneaky!" she blurted out. This stinky man, knowing that there would be a day of reckoning, had written this down as well. With tears falling a bit too much, affecting her IQ, and her head feeling somewhat dizzy, she blinked repeatedly, taking a while to focus, nodded, "Good - Director Zong, you are indeed wise, a golden egg with not a single leak. Thirty-six years later, come pick me up. Can the car door be opened now?"

  "Thirty-six years later..." Rong Qian's thin lips pursed tightly. After a moment of thought, he pressed the button and opened the car door.

  She jumped off the car and almost flew towards the Sunset Gallery.

  His long eyes swept over her eager-to-escape appearance, Rong Qian's ten fingers clasped the steering wheel, his finger joints making a rubbing sound...... but he didn't speak - he wouldn't let her vent, she couldn't escape this prison of the heart.

  His broad forehead slowly leaned against the steering wheel.

  It seemed like a voice came back... Rong Qian suddenly raised her head, and indeed, she had run back. The night of Oil Painting Street was dark, but under the starry sky, her beautiful and sparkling eyes shone brightly.

  "Yunxue..." He immediately got off the car, a smile floating up in his long eyes - she still couldn't bear to part with him, great.

  At a distance of one meter from him, Qiao Yunxue stopped. Taking a deep breath, she calmly asked him: "Tell me, have you ever felt guilty about this matter over the years?"

  "There isn't." Rong Qian replied honestly.

  "You're really heartless..." Qiao Yunxue raised an eyebrow, resentfully, "When you married me and saw me crying for Luo Shaofan, didn't you ever regret it?"

  Upon hearing this, Rong Qian's dark pupils stopped shining brightly for a moment before flowing again: "I'm extremely glad about what happened back then. If I hadn't given that drink to Luo Shaobai, Yunxue wouldn't be happy in the Luo household now, and I'd still be a single man with no noodles to eat!"

  "You... are being unreasonable." She stood in front of him, stomping her foot, clearly furious but still looking adorable. A flash of insight, and she became somewhat urgent, "Is it because that drink of yours ruined Luo Shaobai's chances, ruined my lifelong happiness, that you agreed to my proposal?"

  "Yes, no." Rong Qian said, her long eyelashes tightly closed as if she had something to say. But knowing that she wouldn't listen now, he didn't say it out loud.

  She stared at him for a long time before squeezing out an indifferent smile: "I understand... Mr. Rong, see you in 36 years!"

  After finishing speaking, she straightened her back and walked towards the sunset corridor. She pressed the doorbell. Before long, the door opened, and she went in.

  "Alright!" The two words were unfamiliar and polite, with a hint of subtle sarcasm. Rong Qian stopped in his tracks, standing on the winter night street, letting the wind blow his thick black hair into disarray.

  Thirty-six years... how is it possible!

  Thirty-six hours... barely manageable.

  He turned and walked towards Audi, but dialed a call to Xia Xinqin: "Mom..."

  Qiao Yunxue rushed up to the third floor, seeing her mother on a phone call. As soon as she saw her come up, Xia Xinqin hastily hung up and came over. Although she clearly saw the tear stains at the corner of her daughter's eyes, Xia Xinqin didn't say anything, instead getting even angrier: "Yunxue, you've tried to go back home three times for that man. I think he's probably not worthy of my family's daughter liking him. Yunxue, just break up with him and be done with it."

  Qiao Yunxue's eyes immediately turned red. She stood there for half a day, forgetting to put down her handbag, and just stared blankly at something.

  "Ah Tou..." Xia Xinqin called out tentatively. This Ah Tou was restless, ultimately for love or for hate...

  "Mom..." Qiao Yunxue finally came back to her senses, her handbag slipping from the crook of her arm. She flung herself into Xia Xinqin's embrace. "Mom, I've never seen a man with a worse heart than him. He looks like a good man, he should be the most reassuring man in the world, but he did such a bad thing..."

  "Daughter..." Xia Xinqin hugged her daughter tightly.

  Qiao Yunxue finally calmed down and lay on the bed, her eyes were already swollen like peaches.

  She decided to play hooky tomorrow. Thinking about it, she picked up her phone and was ready to turn off the alarm clock for tomorrow.

  She picked up her phone and was stunned - there were 6 missed calls.

  Modest?

  She stared at the familiar number and suddenly turned off the screen.

  But then there was the sound of a text message, she endured it but couldn't help herself and got up after half an hour. She opened it and indeed it was from him: Wife, apply ice to your eyes, it will hurt when you wake up in the morning.

  She flung her phone far away: "Pffft! Bastard!"

  Then he buried his head and body in the quilt. In the darkness, the quilt shook violently, still shaking at 3 am.

  The next morning.

  Her eyes were indeed very painful, and her appearance was so ugly that she couldn't bear to see people. She was swollen to the point where she didn't dare look in the mirror, but she was still driven out by her mother, saying there was no breakfast at home, and told her to fend for herself.

  Qiao Yunxue scouted around the entrance for three or four minutes before taking advantage of the sparse crowd to slip out. She walked out of Oil Painting Street and settled down at a breakfast shop about a mile away.

  It's been twelve hours since last night at eight o'clock, and she hasn't eaten anything. Her stomach was growling with hunger. She ordered a large serving of rice noodles and sat alone in the corner eating slowly.

  Someone sat down beside her, accompanied by Luo Shaofan's surprised voice: "Yunxue?"

  She didn't lift her head, but her eyes became moist. A chopstick fell down.

  Luo Shaofan smiled and replaced her with another pair in her hand: "Silly girl, you're so big and still can't hold a chopstick steadily."

  She finally focused on Luo Shaofan. Her eyes drifted, it was unclear whether she was looking at Luo Shaofan or the place behind him.

  Luo Shaofan shook his head and his voice was gentle, "Divorcing Rong Qian... is it difficult?"

  "Shut up!" Qiao Yunxue stood up, glaring fiercely at Luo Shaofan.

  "Clouds and snow..." Luo Shaofeng stood up in surprise, staring at her red eyes, somewhat at a loss.

  She sat down quietly, Qiao Yunxue forced a silly smile: "You're as stupid as a pig, he's as cunning as a monkey. I... am as foolish as a confused insect..."

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  Does anyone agree with Yung Xue's last sentence? ... What is Yung Xue's choice? ... See you tomorrow ~