This is an era that laughs at poverty but not at prostitution. Everything is linked to money, houses, cars, schooling, medical treatment, food, clothing - these all involve interests.
Childhood sweethearts? Childhood sweethearts? Love? These are things of the past, now they are all linked to interests.
Someone asked, why did you get married? The answer I got was nothing more than I love her or I love him. Of course, there is such pure love--but in this world where money is paramount, mistresses and mistresses are like dogs.
In an age where moss is growing like crazy, how much pure love can be left?
Su Qingwu was right, she and Yan Murong were both trapped by an invisible shackle. This shackle had nothing to do with love, but only the interests of the two families.
Being in a wealthy family, you can't help yourself - sometimes, love and other things must be completely sacrificed in the face of family interests and development.
As for why Su Qingwu accepted Yan Murong, maybe it was because of the ideas she had been instilled in her since she was a child, or maybe she was not so repulsive to the guy she had grown up with.
From the time she was sensible, her family had told her who she would marry in the future. This might be a forced acceptance, but she had to accept it.
Later, she got used to it and waited for Yan Murong for so many years.
So what if there is no love?
Su Qingwu watched a movie called "Fake Marriage" in her spare time.
In it, the heroine played by Sandra Bullock plans to have a fake marriage with the hero played by Ryan Reynolds in order to successfully obtain a US visa and stay in the United States.
Theirs was a relationship between a boss and a subordinate. There was no love, only interests. She used the temptation of publishing his book and making him a writer to get him to agree to marry her. As long as she successfully obtained the visa, she could get divorced.
This is not the key, the key is that the two people developed feelings during the three days they spent together, and finally came together.
Therefore, Su Qingwu believes that it doesn't matter if she doesn't have feelings. At least she doesn't hate him. She can try to get along and live together - maybe one day, the two of them will create sparks and even create a little life.
It's not impossible.
Therefore, without any objection, she and Yan Murong obtained their marriage certificate under Guo Wanjun's arrangement.
Just when she was about to accept this loveless marriage, Yan Murong, who had been stabbed a thousand times, jumped out of the window and ran away in the middle of the night.
Just run away, it doesn't matter if you don't get married - the problem is, because Yan Murong escaped from marriage, Su Qingwu felt that she had been greatly wronged.
There is a saying that hate comes from love - think about it, even if you have love, you can hate it to the point of death, let alone if you don't have love?
So, Su Qingwu decided to find Yan Murong at all costs, no matter how much money was spent or how much manpower was consumed, she would find him, then treat him well, love him, protect him, and make him fall in love with her-----
Finally, when he fell in love with her so much that he couldn't help himself, she kicked him.
However, half a month later, Yan Murong seemed to have disappeared.
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The sky was slightly bright, perhaps because he hadn't had a solid sleep for a long time. Yan Murong, who used to be roughed up by the old man before dawn, actually tended to sleep until he woke up naturally.
When the earliest bird was about to leave the nest, he slowly woke up.
After rubbing his still sore eyes and looking out the window at the sun that was as golden as freshly baked pancakes, he turned over and reluctantly climbed up from the soft sofa.
"When you are full and warm, you think about lust, and it is easy to fall asleep on a soft bed."
After stretching and reciting two nonsense poems, Yan Murong remembered a serious question - should he run away now before the woman woke up, or wait until she woke up to say hello?
Run again?
It's better to go, Yan Murong thought.
If he waits for that woman to get up and see him, it might cause a war.
Tip-toeing, she picked up the dirty clothes on the floor. She had just put on her pants and was about to leave the house and put on her clothes when she heard a soft sound from the bedroom door. Then, Teng Xiangling rubbed her head.
, frowned and walked out.
In an instant, Yan Murong's raised leg froze, and Teng Xiangling's raised head froze as well.
The two of them stared at each other for a long time with big eyes and small eyes. Even Yan Murong looked at the bruised skin on her forehead and confirmed that it was not inflamed. They had not yet recovered.
"ah-----"
After looking at Yan Murong for a long time, Teng Xiangling finally let out a scream like an old woman in heat.
I knew, I knew she must have misunderstood, Yan Murong thought depressedly.
"Pa!" Teng Xiangling's high-heeled shoes that were still on her feet were missing one, whizzing past Yan Murong's head, and she could even hear the faint orchid fragrance emanating from the shoes.
Yan Murong thought-----Women are just different from men. If some men's shoes were thrown into that small country across the sea from China, they might cause a plague. But beauties are different.
The taste is all fragrant.
"Snapped!"
While Yan Murong was still thinking about the taste of men and women, another high-heeled shoe also flew towards him. Obviously, Teng Xiangling took aim this time before throwing it - because that high-heeled shoe was right at the target.
It flew towards his handsome cheek.
No one can try to ruin my handsome face ----- Yan Murong came back to his senses in an instant. After shouting in his heart, he took action like lightning and grabbed the small beige fingerless high-heeled sandal in his hand.
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"Who are you? Why did you show up at my house? If you don't go out, I will call the police." Teng Xiangling calmed down when he saw that his shoes did not hurt him. He stepped back and looked at Yan Murong and asked coldly.
road.
This woman is really calm, Yan Murong thought, if it were her, she would have come up and fought her to the death, right?
"Don't get me wrong, I am -----I am." Yan Murong thought for a long time and didn't know how to introduce herself.
"Look at my face, does it look familiar?"
Teng Xiangling backed away carefully while looking at Yan Murong warily - as expected, this face was indeed somewhat familiar.
Seeing Teng Xiangling's expression, Yan Murong said quickly, "Half a month ago, you, me, and the car were on the airport expressway."
After saying this, Teng Xiangling remembered that this man who appeared inexplicably at her home and was still shirtless was the idiot who asked her if she was sick and was kicked out of the car.
"Why are you at my house?" Teng Xiangling still looked at Yan Murong warily and asked. Even if they had met, it was only a one-time encounter. Who knows if he was following her because of his beauty.
"Have you forgotten what happened last night?" Yan Murong asked tentatively.
"Last night?" Teng Xiangling muttered, seeming to remember something, but not very clearly.
"What did you do to me last night?" Teng Xiangling looked at Yan Murong and asked fiercely.