Shang Jie’s villa on the banks of the river is very large; just the spacious and bright dressing rooms number three or four. There’s also a game room, a private cinema, and as for the bathrooms, they come complete with a massage bathtub, hot springs, and even a sauna… everything one could desire.
The maids, who usually blend into the background but are always ready to serve when needed, also possess impressive massage skills.
This estate could easily rival a high-end spa resort.
Once, Jiang Xingxing wouldn’t have dared to dream of living in such a luxurious house. Now that her dream has come true, she suddenly feels an intense sense of unreality, as if she might wake up and find everything—a mansion, servants, and a boyfriend—was just a fleeting illusion.
Sitting on the edge of the sofa, Jiang Xingxing drifts into thought, her mind going blank as she recalls the bizarre and absurd events of the past few months, almost too surreal for a movie.
Just then, she sees a black sedan pull into the courtyard, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps outside.
Before Jiang Xingxing can stand up, Shang Jie walks in accompanied by two middle-aged individuals.
The couple wears black uniforms that don’t resemble typical office attire; they look more like government officials.
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“Ebyv!”
Jiang Xingxing feels a buzzing in her head, looking at him in disbelief. “What do you mean getting married?”
“I’ve prepared all the materials; you just need to fill out the forms and sign them. We can officially register as a legal couple.”
The officials hand her the application form.
Jiang Xingxing sees that all her information has already been filled in; all that remains is her signature.
He planned this all along!
Shang Jie hands her a silver-gray pen, saying, “You’re willing to marry me, right?”
Jiang Xingxing lets go of the pen, staring at the application form and then at Shang Jie, whose eyes show a hint of anxiety and uncertainty.
Is this a joke? It’s happening too fast!
“I… I don’t quite understand.” Jiang Xingxing rakes her fingers through her messy hair. “We haven’t been dating for long, and now we’re… getting married?”
She’s completely unprepared; she hasn’t even considered marriage.
“My career has just begun; if we get married now, it might not be appropriate…”
“Secret marriage,” Shang Jie replies succinctly, assuring her, “If you don’t want to make it public, we don’t have to. That’s also why I invited these two here—to ensure everything is kept completely private and confidential.”
Jiang Xingxing feels conflicted, her hand trembling as she holds the pen. “I really haven’t prepared for this; it’s too sudden.”
“What are you worried about? Just tell me, and I can solve it.”
Jiang Xingxing looked at the two officials in front of her, then at Linchuan, and finally at Shang Jie.
This felt like a business deal—setting conditions, negotiating terms, signing a contract, and then it’s done. Should she shake his hand afterward?
Yes, it felt exactly like negotiating a deal.
“I need to think about it,” she said hesitantly. “I can’t decide this quickly. I haven’t even discussed it with my family.”
“There’s no time, Jiang Xingxing.”
His voice had a sense of urgency and anxiety, almost with a hint of menace, as if a taut bamboo strip had suddenly split: “Is signing your name that difficult?”
Jiang Xingxing was startled by his expression. “Why are you being so aggressive? Just because you’re yelling at me doesn’t mean I’ll marry you!”
Shang Jie clenched his fists, the pale skin on the back of his hand showing faint blue veins. He tried his best to control his temper and said in a low voice, “Let’s talk in the other room.”
Jiang Xingxing felt a spark of anger and got up to head upstairs, making the wooden stairs creak beneath her feet, signaling that she wasn’t in such a good mood either.
In the past, no matter how outrageous he was, she could let him have his way, but marriage was a serious matter—this was no time for foolishness.
“Still being aggressive with me,” she mumbled into her pillow. “I absolutely won’t marry you.”
Two minutes later, the bedroom door opened softly and then slowly closed again.
The man stood by the door, not approaching.
Unable to resist, Jiang Xingxing turned her head to look at him. His white shirt looked a bit wrinkled, and even his tie hung crookedly around his loose collar, indicating he rushed back as soon as he got off work.
She thought angrily, why is he in such a hurry? As if I would suddenly run away.
Jiang Xingxing sat up, turning her back to him in defiance.
Shang Jie paused for a moment before walking over to sit beside her.
Directly across from them was a large, open floor-to-ceiling window, framing the sunset. Warm yellow light enveloped the two of them.
He quietly hooked her fingers with his. Jiang Xingxing awkwardly shook him off, but he soon took hold of her hand completely.
“It is a bit sudden,” he said helplessly. “I didn’t expect it to happen so quickly either.”
“Is something wrong?” Jiang Xingxing asked, frowning.
Just then, Shang Jie’s phone screen lit up, displaying a text from Linchuan:
“Dr. Lawrence has left the company; he seems to be heading towards the Wangjiang villa.”
At the moment Jiang Xingxing saw the message, Shang Jie placed his hand over the screen and casually laughed, “Isn’t flash marriage all the rage now? As long as the feelings are good, what’s the harm in getting married sooner?”
Jiang Xingxing replied, “But there’s no need to rush. I’m not mentally prepared at all. Besides, I’ve heard that when wealthy people get married, they have to sign some sort of prenuptial agreement for notarization. If we’re registering now, what if we divorce later? We’d have to split everything evenly. You… you’d be losing out too much.”
Shang Jie suddenly smiled, as if he found relief: “You’ve even thought about the prenuptial agreement for me.”
“Of course I have to consider it! I don’t want you regretting it later.”
Shang Jie placed a hand on her shoulder, looking into her eyes with utmost sincerity and seriousness: “As your husband, I can guarantee you my lifelong loyalty, and we can have that notarized. As for property, I trust your character. Of course, if I misjudged you, that’s my bad luck. When the time comes, take what’s yours without hesitation.”
Jiang Xingxing looked at him speechlessly. “Is there anyone like you…”
Shang Jie brushed aside her bangs and gently touched the faint scar on her left temple, his eyes filled with tenderness and concern—
“I’m serious. I’ve never been this sincere in my life. Jiang Xingxing, marry me.”
She could feel the intense beating of his heart against her chest and the deep affection in his gaze.
Sometimes emotions can really influence a person’s actions. In that moment, Jiang Xingxing suddenly made up her mind.
She didn’t want to dwell on the future; what mattered was this moment… she was willing to become his wife.
Jiang Xingxing took the silver-gray pen from his hand and nervously looked at Shang Jie. “Before I sign, I need you to promise me one thing.”
“Go ahead.”
“I still want to continue acting; you can’t interfere with my career.”
“Is that all?”
“Yeah.”
“Don’t you have any conditions for me?” Shang Jie smiled lightly. “You know, at this point, whatever you ask for, I will agree to.”
“Greed is the serpent that swallows the elephant,” Jiang Xingxing said, patting his shoulder, a hint of helplessness in her tone. “You’re lucky to have met me. If it were some other woman, she’d have taken everything and run away by now. Be careful, Mr. Shang.”
She was even lecturing him now. Shang Jie reached out and ruffled her hair playfully. “Try finding another woman like me. You won’t be so lucky.”
In the presence of the civil service workers, the two solemnly signed their names on the application form. They also took out their household registration books and photocopies, which they handed to the staff for registration and backup.
After the staff took their photos, they received two marriage certificates stamped with red seals.
Jiang Xingxing felt the small red booklet in her hands. From now on, was she really Shang Jie’s wife?
She didn’t even need to seek her parents’ consent; being orphaned meant she could make her own decisions.
She vowed this was the craziest thing she had ever done in her otherwise mundane life!
In stark contrast to her excitement, Shang Jie let out a heavy sigh of relief after everything settled.
Jiang Xingxing noticed the fine beads of sweat on his forehead and brought a warm towel to wipe his face. “You’re acting strange today.”
“You’re my wife now.” Shang Jie pulled her wrist, pinning her down and pinching her chubby cheeks. “You’ve jumped into the fire pit for me to play with.”
“Let go, it hurts… it hurts!” Jiang Xingxing protested, nudging his hard abdomen with her knee. The two then started wrestling on the sofa. “Big pig trotters, don’t think you can bully me!”
Shang Jie pinched her chin and bit down lightly.
Jiang Xingxing, who had been tense, suddenly relaxed and felt like a puddle of water.
“Open your mouth,” he commanded.
She complied, parting her lips to let him in. Their tongues danced together, intertwining and then parting, lingering for quite some time until her lips turned slightly red.
“Mm…”
She wrapped her arms around the back of his head and instinctively leaned closer, holding him tighter.
She was caught up in her feelings, but Shang Jie paused, simply gazing at her. After a while, he suddenly said, “The theater troupe has rehearsal tonight; you should go first.”
Jiang Xingxing felt reluctant to let go. “Right now?”
Shang Jie pinched her little nose. “Be good, you go first. We have guests coming over later; you wouldn’t want them to catch us… right?”
“Okay, stop talking.” Jiang Xingxing blushed and released him. “Then I… I’ll head over first. You come later, and we can have dinner together.”
“Sounds good.”
Jiang Xingxing sat at the vanity, tidying herself up a bit before grabbing her bag and heading out.
After putting on her high heels, Shang Jie suddenly came over from behind and wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her neck. “I really like you.”
Jiang Xingxing felt a tickling sensation from him and turned to say, “I didn’t know you could be this clingy.”
Shang Jie refused to let her go, gently stroking her waist and abdomen, his voice soft and calm—
“You need to remember, there’s only one Shang Jie in this world. He cares for you and loves you, and that will never change.”
“I know.” Jiang Xingxing heard what sounded like vehicles outside, guessing that Shang Jie’s guests had arrived. She pushed him away lightly and kissed his jaw. “You go ahead and be busy; I’ll see you tonight.”
“Tonight… see you.”
Linchuan walked into the living room, looking somewhat flustered. He gave Shang Jie a meaningful glance, signaling him, “They’re here.”
Shang Jie calmly said, “Take my wife to the theater and then… no need to come back. Just wait for me there.”
Linchuan understood Shang Jie’s intentions and called out to him, “Second Boss…”
“Go quickly.”
Taking a deep breath, Linchuan led Jiang Xingxing out through the front door and into the black Rolls-Royce Phantom.
As Jiang Xingxing closed the car door, she looked up at him. He stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching her leave.
The last rays of sunlight dipped below the mountains, casting his tall figure into the darkening twilight.
She waved at him through the car window, and in Shang Jie’s gaze was an endless depth of affection and longing.
His thin lips curled up slightly as he mouthed three words.
Jiang Xingxing could read his silent lips; he said—
“I love you.”
Sansukini: It’s kinda sad to say goodbye to the carefree Shang Jie. The main personality is coming up. Please don’t hate him, he’s a softy for Xingxing too. Remember, there’s only one Shang Jie.
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Sorry but I hate him already ! It reminds me of kill me heal me. When the second personality disappeared… I cried so much shin segi was my favorite. But you are right, they are the same.
I hate himmmmm