Flash Marriage Chapter 7 and Chapter 8

 Chapter 7

Half an hour later, the car stopped at the entrance of the military district compound. After the officer guarding the entrance verified their identities, Wei Zongjin’s car slowly drove in.

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The trunk opened, and Xue Heng subconsciously moved to take the luggage out, but Wei Zongjin bypassed him. With an unchanged expression, Wei Zongjin carried the luggage, opened the door, and led Xue Heng inside.

“The first floor has guest rooms and a kitchen, and the second floor has the master bedroom and study, as well as a gym.” Wei Zongjin poured a glass of water and handed it to Xue Heng. “The backyard hasn’t been touched yet, so whether you want to plant vegetables or flowers is up to you.”

Xue Heng: “…”

Xue Heng thought to himself that even though he didn’t receive the proper respect he deserved in the Xue family, he had always been a young master who didn’t engage in menial work like gardening or flower planting.

But Wei Zongjin was a man with very high standards for daily life, so perhaps the post-marriage life Xue Heng had hoped for couldn’t be completely realized.

Xue Heng voiced it out, and upon hearing his thoughts, Wei Zongjin’s gaze became profound, containing something that Xue Heng couldn’t understand.

Xue Heng cleared his throat and was about to speak, but he saw Wei Zongjin briskly carrying his own luggage and heading upstairs. His actions were agile, not at all like those of a nearly forty-year-old man.

“We’re going to stay in the same room?” Xue Heng stood at the door of the master bedroom, hesitating and not daring to go in.

He was still timid.

Wei Zongjin placed the luggage in the center of the room and simply nodded as if it were a matter of course. They were legally married, so what’s wrong with lying on the same bed?

The design of Wei Zongjin’s master bedroom was simple, with a black and white color scheme followed by gray.

There was a two-meter-sized bed, a large wardrobe, and a desk with a few books piled on it. That was Wei Zongjin’s room—empty, exuding a hint of loneliness.

Xue Heng hesitated for a while, muttering to himself, but he didn’t speak and showed no intention of moving in.

Wei Zongjin frowned. “Do you want to stay in the guest room?”

Xue Heng hesitated for a moment and nodded. “Our marriage is not a mutual agreement.”

Wei Zongjin interrupted Xue Heng, “Even if others don’t know, those in our circle who should know will know. Guests will come to the house, and if they see us living separately, what will that look like?”

Xue Heng understood.

Wei Zongjin’s face was serious as he stared at Xue Heng intently.

In the afternoon, Wei Zongjin had Xue Heng familiarize himself with the surroundings while he went into the study. During that time, Secretary Li came in and out of the room with several subordinates, carrying documents.

Xue Heng felt hungry, but he couldn’t cook. He thought about ordering takeout but then realized that this was a military district compound, so delivery people couldn’t come in. Regrettably, he had to give up the idea.

Muttering a few words, Xue Heng lazily lounged on the sofa, watching TV.

The sound of his phone rang, indicating a new message.

[Qiao Anbang: Let’s talk.]

Xue Heng’s blood seemed to freeze in an instant.

He stiffened for a moment before taking his phone and going upstairs. He stood on the balcony and dialed his ex-boyfriend, Qiao Anbang’s, number.

After a long pause, Qiao Anbang spoke: “Who was the person you came home with today?”

Xue Heng lowered his gaze, looking at the night view below the balcony, his eyes cold. “We have already broken up.” Implicitly, he meant that the other person was too controlling.

Qiao Anbang fell silent. “My parents pressured me, so I had to marry Su Yin. But you’re still in my heart.”

Xue Heng coldly chuckled, “Then call off the wedding and make it clear to Su Yin.”

Qiao Anbang didn’t say anything for a while. After a moment, he continued, “Xiao Heng, the Su family is not an ordinary family. Please don’t make a scene.”

Xue Heng sat on the balcony railing, swinging his legs in mid-air. His tone remained unchanged, as if he had anticipated the other person’s response long ago. “Then please stop bothering me.”

“I… I still have feelings…”

“Three days later, I will attend your wedding with Miss Su on time,” Xue Heng interrupted Qiao Anbang. “Congratulations.”

He successfully dumped his insignificant boyfriend.

Feeling the other person’s resolute tone, Qiao Anbang panicked, “Xue Heng, please don’t be like this. Let’s meet in person and talk, okay?”

Xue Heng replied, “Our relationship was just two men playing around. It wasn’t real. I don’t take it seriously anymore, so don’t entangle with me anymore, dad-to-be?”

Qiao Anbang was instantly silenced, as if his throat had been choked, unable to utter a word.

Xue Heng continued, “We have already broken up. From now on, let’s go our separate ways.”

Qiao Anbang didn’t speak, but his breathing became heavy.

Xue Heng decisively ended the call and blocked Qiao Anbang’s number.

He had been in a relationship with Qiao Anbang for over a year. He had thought that they would naturally progress to living together this year. But unexpectedly, the other person said he had become serious and wanted to marry Miss Su Yin from the Su family, have children, and reach the pinnacle of life. And he, the idiot, was dumped just like that.

Damn, it was embarrassing.

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Chapter 8

As Xue Heng descended the stairs, Wei Zongjin was standing in the kitchen, seemingly cooking something. Xue Heng approached but didn’t dare to get too close, standing on the side and watching from a distance.

“Are you cooking instant noodles?” Xue Heng asked.

Wei Zongjin leisurely tore open the packaging, placed the instant noodles in a bowl, added the seasoning, and poured in freshly boiled water.

The bowl of noodles was ready.

Wei Zongjin said, “Wait for me outside.”

On the dining table, there were two bowls of instant noodles steaming hot in front of Xue Heng and Wei Zongjin.

Wei Zongjin stirred the instant noodles in his bowl with chopsticks, breaking up the noodle cake. “I’ll hire a housekeeper in a couple of days. But this is the military compound, so we can only hire one.” Hiring more would draw envy.

Xue Heng casually remarked, “But can you adapt to living here?”

Although the relationship between the Xue and Wei families was ordinary, Xue Heng had occasionally visited Wei Zongjin’s ancestral home over the years and had seen the living environment there. Otherwise, Xue Heng wouldn’t have made the comment about whether Wei Zongjin could adapt.

“Hmm?” Wei Zongjin ate the noodles slowly, savoring each bite. “I can adapt.”

Some things were ingrained and couldn’t be easily changed by external factors, such as upbringing.

Xue Heng didn’t quite believe him. He sighed heavily and finished his instant noodles, burdened with his own thoughts.

Wei Zongjin didn’t tell his young partner that during his years of service in Lizhi City, he had also lived alone with only a housekeeper to take care of him. He had long been accustomed to living alone.

But Wei Zongjin obviously wouldn’t mention this to Xue Heng.

The next day, Wei Zongjin left early for official duties and social engagements.

Knowing that Wei Zongjin had just been transferred to Huacheng’s National Security Bureau and would have a lot to deal with, Xue Heng didn’t ask or interfere further. After all, their marriage was a political alliance, and Xue Heng knew they needed to maintain a certain distance.

Xue Heng understood this point.

That evening, Wei Zongjin didn’t return home. Xue Heng stayed up until one in the morning and received a text message from Secretary Li. He didn’t reply; he simply turned off the living room lights and went upstairs to sleep.

On the third day, Xue Heng changed into the black suit he had prepared early on. He took out a watch from the drawer, put it on, walked to the door, then came back and took the watch off his wrist, placing it in a box. He carried the box with him as he left.

This watch was the symbol of his commitment to Qiao Anbang a year ago. Since they had chosen to break up, he had no reason to keep the watch any longer to avoid misunderstandings if someone saw it.

The wedding venue was on the eleventh floor of a high-end hotel in the city. The newlyweds had booked two floors—one for receiving guests and one as a “bridal chamber” for Su Yin before she married.

Because of the wedding, when Xue Heng stepped out of the elevator, he found the entrance particularly bustling, with a constant stream of guests coming and going.

Qiao Anbang hurriedly approached, his expression complex as he looked at Xue Heng. He didn’t know what to say for a moment. “You… you’re here.”

Xue Heng looked at him and suddenly smiled. “Hmm, congratulations.”

Qiao Anbang stammered, “Don’t take last night to heart, and don’t tell Su Yin, okay?”

Xue Heng handed Qiao Anbang a red envelope and a small box containing the watch, forcefully placing them in Qiao Anbang’s hand. “Wishing you a happy marriage and growing old together with her.”

Qiao Anbang clenched the two items in his hand, his lips slightly pale.

Xue Heng lowered his gaze, chuckled self-deprecatingly, and walked past Qiao Anbang into the wedding venue.

Soon, the bride in her snow-white wedding gown approached, intimately linking her arm with Qiao Anbang’s shoulder. Then she frowned, took the red envelope and the small box from his hand, and probed, “Did he give you these just now? Did he say anything?”

“No.” Qiao Anbang instinctively tried to avoid Su Yin, but when it dawned on him that the person in front of him was his newlywed wife, he forcibly suppressed his movements.

Su Yin glanced coldly at Xue Heng’s receding figure, then shook Qiao Anbang’s arm, apparently dissatisfied with her new husband’s indifferent attitude. “Let’s go and greet the guests.”

Qiao Anbang obediently nodded.

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