"Wan’an, Han Jingnian never wanted to marry you back then, you knew that, didn’t you? So, do you know why he suddenly changed his mind and agreed to marry you?"
Xia Wan’an’s hand shook violently. The hot tea splashed out from the cup. A droplet fell onto the back of her hand, and the burning sensation made her fingertips tremble slightly, causing more tea to slosh out of the cup.
That’s right, when she found out about their engagent, she had even rushed to the Han Family’s company herself. Her heartfelt words, "I can marry you," were t with his straightforward response, "I don’t want to marry you."
She didn’t give up, even tried to persuade him with nurous excuses, but all she received was his dismissive, "I have a eting, please excuse ," before he walked away, leaving her alone.
At that mont, she thought it was all over between them. She was devastated and spent an afternoon in a dessert shop, eating cake until the sweetness cloyed in her mouth. Despite the sugary treats, her heart was filled with bitterness.
She hadn’t even started dating, yet she had already experienced heartbreak... When she went ho, she locked herself in her room. Looking at the secret stash of photos, newspapers and even random scraps of paper he had tossed away at school, she felt incredibly miserable... She stubbornly thought that if she couldn’t marry Jingnian, she would remain alone for the rest of her life.
And then, she received his call. She stared at her phone in disbelief for a good while before she nervously answered the call and timidly, joyfully said "Hello."
His voice was calm and self-assured, dominating the other side of the phone, as if he was discussing a partnership devoid of feelings and based only on mutual benefits: "I can marry you."
With just five simple words, he intertwined their unrelated lives together.
She was always curious. Just hours earlier, he had rejected her, clearly and decisively, leaving no room for discussion. So how co, just a few hours later, he agreed?
Over the years, she revisited that mont again and again, and pondered the question countless tis... Yet, she never knew the truth.
Even back then, it was difficult for her to even catch a glimpse of him, let alone speak with him. So she tried to ask her grandmother. Her grandmother explained that it was their destiny, but she was not a fool, she knew the reality wasn’t that simple...
This question had been lingering in her heart for so long, and now, finally, soone had brought it up... She had always wanted an answer, but now she didn’t want to know anymore... Or rather, she was afraid of knowing.
Xia Wan’an calmly looked at Lu Yangui, staring at her for a long, long ti, before managing to ask: "Why would he marry ?"
Lu Yangui poured a new round of tea, and after filling her cup, she elegantly took a sip, then lifted her head, her gaze soft as she looked at Xia Wan’an who had fallen silent: "Wan’an, the reason Jingnian married you is very simple..."
Xia Wan’an moved her lips: "Sister-in-law...."
Her voice held a hint of pleading, she hoped that Lu Yangui would stop talking.
Lu Yangui slightly lowered her gaze, avoiding Xia Wan’an’s pleading eyes. She took another sip of her tea, then, gathering all her courage, she continued, "He needed a child."
"A child who could be registered under the Han Family’s household, a child who carries the bloodline of the Han Family."
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