"W-what?" Ye Qingxin thought she heard wrong.
Jiang Yixiu had never seen her look so flustered and confused, and couldn’t help but smile slightly, "I’m saying... we’re being serious."
"Jiang Yixiu, are you insane!" Ye Qingxin beca agitated again, just like before.
The man liked her fiery temper, "Is it necessary to be so worked up? I’m unmarried, you’re single, my parents are quite pleased with you, a marriage wouldn’t be bad. Putting aside whether you like or not, at least you enjoy sleeping with , don’t you?"
"Slap"—
In his life, Jiang Yixiu had been slapped by only two won: his mother, and her.
"Ye Qingxin, are you crazy!" He angrily pulled the car over to the side of the road and turned his head to glare at her.
The woman looked at him, her gaze slowly growing cold, "Who’s crazy? Sorry, I’ve never thought about marrying you, Doctor Jiang can find soone else to marry."
"Heh." Jiang Yixiu sneered, "Every ti marriage is brought up, you resist strongly. Ye Qingxin... is it because you hate or because you like too much, hmm?"
"Can you even tell?"
Ye Qingxin clenched her hand, her nails digging into the tender skin of her palm. Of course, she could tell. How could she like him?
She couldn’t hate him enough; she was never willing to sleep with him. Saying she enjoys it in bed? Heh! That was just acting.
Actually, every encounter felt like assault to her—
So, how could she like a rapist?
Thinking this, she slowly turned to gaze out the window, "Being too serious is not suitable for ."
"So people don’t have a title, but I want to give you one, yet you’re indifferent. Ye Qingxin, don’t play hard-to-get with , just have fun and leave it at that, understand the limits?"
Jiang Yixiu felt suppressed inside, it was his first encounter with such an unappreciative woman.
She’d rather be a woman hidden away than be married openly.
Ye Qingxin remained silent; she didn’t understand why things had turned out this way, it seed like everything had veered entirely off course—
"I’m not playing hard-to-get, I just don’t want to get married."
"Is it that you don’t want to get married, or you don’t want to marry ?" Jiang Yixiu disliked it when people spoke with their back turned to him. He forced her to turn around, "Has the person in your heart died? So life seems aningless, and you just want to fool around with n, but marriage is your bottom line."
"Because you think your husband can only be that person."
He wasn’t clueless; after being intimate so many tis, being together so often, he could certainly understand her thoughts.
Ye Qingxin looked at the handso face before her, almost ready to tell him, no, the person she loves is not dead yet, just sick—very sick, could go at any mont.
It was precisely because of this that she was here, that she was entangled with him, now sitting in his car.
But, she remained silent, lowering her eyes.
Jiang Yixiu took her silence as acquiescence, suddenly smiled and said, "You and I truly are a perfect match." With that, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her hair, "I won’t pressure you about marriage, I’m not a bandit. I can’t force you to be my wife. It has to be your decision."
"...Mm."
After dropping Ye Qingxin at ho, Jiang Yixiu went to the hospital to work the night shift.
Ye Qingxin sat alone in the room, staring at the phone on the bed, then finally picked it up and dialed a number, "Brother, it’s ..."
"Mm." The man’s voice was chillingly cold, even through the phone.
"Jiang Yixiu said he wanted to marry ..."
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