Chapter 13

With a cold snort, Tang Wan suddenly extended her ivory-like, smooth hand and pinched the button on the collar of Yang Chen's shirt, giving him a flirtatious glance. "This is an Italian shirt, purely handmade, designed specifically for royalty and nobility without any brand logo. However, the buttons are South African blue diamonds, polished with the highest international standards. This piece of clothing alone costs no less than ten million RMB. Do you think anyone would be so ignorant as to think you're wearing a cheap shirt with plastic buttons?"

Yang Chen felt a bit embarrassed. He indeed hadn't expected someone to recognize the true value of his clothes, but he quickly smiled and said, "Miss Tang has a keen eye, but you're still wrong. These blue diamonds are from Namibia, not South Africa."

"You still say you're not some rich kid. A shirt with Namibian diamond buttons is something very few people in Zhonghai have the right to wear... Lying isn't fun." Tang Wan narrowed her eyes, already somewhat displeased.

Yang Chen took a few hard puffs on his cigarette, flicked the butt into the river, and said in great frustration, "Miss Tang, let's be frank. Yes, you are very beautiful, and I, Yang Chen, want to go to bed with you, but I don't need to pretend to be a lamb skewer vendor to do so. I've already said I'm just a lamb skewer vendor. Who says a lamb skewer vendor can't wear a ten million RMB shirt? Can't you trust me and change the topic to something more romantic?"

"That's really crude." Tang Wan cursed without hesitation, but then her face broke into a smile. "But I like your honesty. Alright, I'll temporarily treat you as a lamb skewer vendor, but Mr. Yang, I don't want to go to bed with you, and I definitely don't want to go to bed with a lamb skewer vendor. Not at all."

"Then why are you talking to me so much?" Yang Chen felt a bit dejected, thinking he had encountered a woman who would throw herself at him, only to find out she had no such intentions.

Tang Wan giggled, her chest heaving slightly, "Mr. Yang, you are a very straightforward man, much more pleasant to look at than those pretentious gentlemen. Unfortunately, I'm not the kind of woman you think I am. I was just feeling a bit choked up earlier."

"Then what now?"

"Then, I feel much better now. Thank you very much. If we meet again, I'll treat you to tea."

With that, Tang Wan walked toward her large black car. After a few steps, she stopped and turned back, smiling coyly, "By the way, I suggest you don't blow smoke at women in the future. Most women are not nightclub girls and won't find your actions polite..." She then swayed her full figure back to the car.

Yang Chen watched as the black car disappeared into the distance like a swift leopard in the dark night, and he muttered to himself, "Is being a lamb skewer vendor really that bad? Do I need to change careers?"

The next morning, the door was knocked on loudly. Yang Chen got up reluctantly and opened the door to find Lin Ruoxi standing there with a cold expression.

Seeing Yang Chen's muscular upper body, Lin Ruoxi blushed but still turned her head away with a blank face, "Get dressed quickly, I'm in a hurry."

Yang Chen scratched his head, "Miss Lin, why are you rushing like it's a market day? Can I at least take a shower and have breakfast first?"

"No, I have a meeting at ten o'clock," Lin Ruoxi's tone was firm. "Don't forget to bring your household registration and ID!"

Unable to resist the woman's authority, Yang Chen put on a shirt and shorts and followed Lin Ruoxi downstairs, getting into her red Bentley.

Lin Ruoxi took two large bags from the back seat and threw them at Yang Chen, saying without turning her head, "Change into these, so people don't laugh at you."

Yang Chen then noticed that Lin Ruoxi was wearing a formal OL suit. The beige suit, clearly from a famous designer, elegantly wrapped around her alluring curves, accentuating her cold and intelligent beauty. She was absolutely a stunning figure in the eyes of men.

"Hehe, wife, you're already buying clothes for your husband before we're officially married..." Yang Chen laughed shamelessly, taking out a set of Armani suit and trousers, and a pair of new Pierre Cardin shoes from the large bag, clearly prepared with care.

Lin Ruoxi drove seriously, pretending not to hear and ignoring Yang Chen's shameless remarks.

Yang Chen quickly changed into the new luxury clothing in the relatively narrow seat and used the car mirror to comb his hair, looking refreshed and spirited.

Although she kept her eyes on the road, Lin Ruoxi couldn't help but steal a few glances at Yang Chen. When she saw him in a suit and tie, her heart rate involuntarily quickened. Although she felt ashamed, the man's carefree and unrestrained demeanor, along with the occasional hint of melancholy in his eyes, made her somewhat captivated. In this suit, Yang Chen exuded a charm far beyond the usual rich kids.

Lin Ruoxi consoled herself, "At least he looks presentable, and won't embarrass me in public."

They drove quickly, taking a few photos of Yang Chen along the way, and soon arrived at the Civil Affairs Bureau.

After getting out of the car, Lin Ruoxi hesitated for a moment, then bit her lip and linked her arm with Yang Chen's, putting on a happy, dependent look.

Yang Chen couldn't help but laugh, "Good wife, you're already acting now, how professional."

"Don't laugh, act your part properly! We have a contract!" Lin Ruoxi glared at Yang Chen.

Yang Chen sighed helplessly, letting Lin Ruoxi hold his arm. At least he could occasionally brush against her soft chest, which was a good thing.

Lin Ruoxi, of course, felt it but could only grit her teeth and endure it. After all, they would need to act for a long time, and she had to let this bad guy have his way a bit.

Walking into the Civil Affairs Bureau, the two of them, with their matching good looks, naturally drew the attention of everyone around. Yang Chen, dressed in designer clothes, looked carefree and handsome, while Lin Ruoxi was a beauty that could make fish dive and birds fall. To those around them, they were a perfect match.

After a simple verification of their documents, the civil servant quickly processed the paperwork and smiled at them, "Congratulations, here is your marriage certificate. Please keep it safe. You are a truly enviable couple, and I wish you a long and happy marriage."

Lin Ruoxi, still holding Yang Chen's wrist, felt her cheeks flush under the gaze of the onlookers. When she received the marriage certificate, it felt like a dream, so surreal.

She had actually gotten married, to a man she had only known for a day... Lin Ruoxi looked up at Yang Chen with slightly confused eyes and saw that he was also staring at the marriage certificate, lost in thought...

Was he also reflecting? What was he thinking? Did he dislike it, or was he happy? Lin Ruoxi suddenly asked herself, but then she was startled. Why did she care what he was thinking!?

Yang Chen suddenly turned his head, meeting Lin Ruoxi's eyes, and smiled wickedly, "What's wrong, wife? You're not regretting getting the marriage certificate already, are you? This was your idea."

"Do you think I really want to marry you!?" Lin Ruoxi whispered angrily, "But don't worry, I, Lin Ruoxi, never go back on my word. You just follow the agreement and act for three years, and don't cause any trouble."

After leaving the Civil Affairs Bureau, Lin Ruoxi immediately let go of Yang Chen's arm and resumed her cold expression, "I have to go to work and attend a meeting. You can go back on your own."

"Go back? You can't be serious, you want me to walk back...?" Yang Chen felt a bit pitiful. His wife was really something, making him walk tens of kilometers home right after getting married.

Lin Ruoxi took a card from her purse and handed it to Yang Chen. It had an address written in neat handwriting: "No. 89 Longjing Garden, Wenhua Road."

"Since we're married, we should live together to avoid suspicion. Move in with me, and it will also help you get out of that doghouse." She then got into her car and drove away without looking back.

Yang Chen's smile was more like a grimace as he muttered to himself, "In the end, I still have to walk."