A Secret Marriage

After just two hours at a matchmaking dinner, Li Xile somehow ended up secretly married. Mom said: He's handsome and dashing, a real catch. Well, she had to admit the man was easy on the eyes. Mom said: He's gentle, mature, and polite. Ahem. She had to hand it to him. He was incredibly good at pretending in front of other people. He was a total schemer. Mom said: He's thoughtful and successful in his career. That's right, she believed it. This man threw money around like water. He was a bona fide sugar daddy. Mom said: Just look at his gentle eyes. You can tell he's a good man who'll treat his wife well. Fine, she was absolutely sure of one thing... that was a total lie, complete nonsense. This man was naturally incapable of being gentle. He'd never cared for her or spoiled her. But why hadn't Mom mentioned that toward his legitimate wife, he only knew how to force, threaten, bark orders, yell, and roar? Good heavens, she was only twenty-two. She didn't want to spend her whole life trapped in this marriage! No way. She was going to fight back and turn the tables on this scheming man. Leaning over the dining table toward the dozen or so people seated there, Li Xile furrowed her brows playfully and called out in a sweet, coquettish voice, “Honey... my tummy really hurts. I think my period's here. Could you go buy me that thing, please?” All the guests at the table turned to look at the man in unison. He continued eating calmly and didn't speak until he'd finished his last sip of tea. Then four words drifted lazily from his sexy lips: “Just put up with it.”