Marriage would allow the two children to legitimately beco part of the Jun Family, no longer the pitiable illegitimate offspring. Ye Lu could not let his precious babes continue in such a tragedy; he loved them and wanted them to be the happiest children in the world.
And marriage would also make her the ultimate beneficiary. If he died, his substantial inheritance would be enough for her and the four children to live a good life, no longer having to wander and toil for a living as before.
Of course, he must admit, he really wanted to marry her, to legitimately call her his wife, to have her truly belong to him.
Spouses, the closest relationship in the world, he her husband and she his wife, bound by deep affection, how wonderful — a happiness he had long desired but never attained.
Even if it were fleeting, he wanted to possess it for a few days.
"You, Third Young Master Jun, aren’t that easy to die, huh, disasters linger for a thousand years." Ye Lu said dismissively.
A pang of pain stabbed at Third Young Master Jun’s heart, but he laughed. He indeed wished to linger for a thousand years, but unfortunately, with so many misdeeds, retribution was indeed upon him.
"Ye Lu, don’t be stubborn, sign it quickly. I’ve prepared fireworks and a lavish dinner to celebrate today," Third Young Master Jun looked at her, his voice extrely gentle, but indeed a threat hidden within, like a person with great patience tolerating a capricious child.
Ye Lu’s heart shook; she knew he was growing impatient. If she continued to resist, he would definitely not indulge her.
She looked at him with hatred and bitterness in her heart.
"Third Young Master, if I really don’t sign, what then?"
"Then I will have no choice but to grab your hand and press your fingerprint onto it," Third Young Master Jun’s deep voice contained not a hint of jest.
She roared, "That’s illegal."
"I, Third Young Master Jun, declare it legal, then it’s legal, and who dares to say otherwise!" His arrogant and reckless deanor showed a tyranny that seed to disregard everyone and everything in the world, "So, your resistance is aningless. Better to comply and save everyone’s ti."
"Even if my resistance is aningless, I want to assert my stance. So, you can force to sign, but it won’t be a signature out of my own free will. You understand the difference very well."
Ye Lu stared coldly at him, her eyes icy to the bone.
Third Young Master Jun felt a suffocation in his chest, a slow dull pain rising. It was true, even if she was coerced, he hoped she would write her na by her own hand, not forced by him.
Because if she wrote it, he could at least deceive himself that she did it willingly.
She really knew just how to hurt him the most.
"You’re wrong, I only care about the outco. There’s no need to waste more ti. Since you’re unwilling, I have no choice but to resort to force."
Third Young Master Jun’s gaze turned icy, he moved forward, seized her hand firmly despite her resistance, rendering her unable to move.
Expressionless, he dragged Ye Lu to the docunt, grasped her finger, and forcefully wrote her na on it, stroke by stroke.
The enforced pressure of his hand, watching her own na gradually take shape on the paper.
Ye Lu’s tears fell incessantly.
She felt the utmost sorrow in her heart.
Seeing her silent tears, his grip on her hand stiffened for a mont but didn’t stop; soon, the na Ye Lu appeared.
Third Young Master Jun grabbed her hand again, dipped it in cinnabar, and pressed her fingerprint onto the paper.
It was a done deal.
They had beco true husband and wife.
Third Young Master Jun pulled her body towards him, cradled her tear-streaked face, tenderly kissed away her tears, and slowly captured her lips with his, his voice unable to hide his joy.
"Now, Ye Lu, you are my wife."
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