roccoschili Chapter 9 is just a marriage of convenience.
Chapter 9 is just a marriage of convenience.
Fu Shengyang suddenly spoke, and An Xiaoyue froze on the spot.
Does this person have X-ray vision? She was spotted even while standing behind the wall.
Just as An Xiaoyue was about to turn around and run away, pretending not to have heard the man's voice.
Suddenly, I saw a short shadow on the ground.
Looking up, she saw a lamp casting a soft glow that shone directly on her, leaving a shadow.
An Xiaoyue had no choice but to bite the bullet, take a step forward, stand at the door, lower her head, and not dare to look at Fu Shengyang.
“I…” An Xiaoyue swallowed nervously for no reason. “I just saw the study light was on and wanted to make sure you were here.”
I live here.
An Xiaoyue was shocked, "Only one room, and one bed?"
"Any questions?"
"No."
After saying that, she slunk back to her room.
Anyway, with the baby around for protection, we might as well live together.
An Xiaoyue tidied her clothes, picked up her book, sat down on the sofa by the window, and read by the light of the floor lamp.
I hadn't read more than a few pages when my phone rang.
"An Xiaoyue, you're only 22! What are you getting married for! I think you've lost your mind!!"
An Xiaoyue could already sense Lingxi's anger through the vibrations of her phone, which made her hand numb.
She turned on the loudspeaker, placed it on the sofa, and let Zhong Lingxi vent her frustrations.
"You're still a student, and you're already eager to become someone's wife. You're going to drive me crazy, and my parents will be driven mad too."
"Once you graduate, with your abilities, you can find anyone you want! Why do you have to lock yourself next to a man who only thinks with his lower body right now?"
Zhong Lingxi launched into a tirade, then took a sip of water to soothe her throat.
“An Xiaoyue, you should divorce him right now. That man is not good enough for you.”
“Lingxi, the baby’s father, is willing to cover the mother’s medical expenses and has also moved her to a special care ward. I think that’s great.”
Zhong Lingxi was taken aback.
Aunt An's medical expenses are so high; only an old and ugly man could afford them.
Xiaoyue is such a wonderful person, how could she marry an old man!
Even though Zhong Ling was overjoyed at the news, she remained rational.
Because reality is what it is.
She wanted to advise Xiaoyue not to get married for money, and not to think that marrying a man would solve her current problems.
But the words stuck in her throat.
An Xiaoyue did try her best, sleeping only three or four hours a day, with heavy schoolwork and cheap part-time jobs in various places, but it was still a drop in the bucket.
And the baby in her belly, no one wants to hurt it, especially someone as kind as Xiaoyue.
She only knows how to criticize Xiaoyue for doing wrong, but can she help Xiaoyue solve all her difficulties?
No.
Therefore, she has no right to say that Xiaoyue did something wrong; she is just talking without understanding the situation.
There really is no better option than marrying the man.
Getting married would not only allow the child to be born, but also help pay for Aunt An's medical expenses.
This was undoubtedly the best choice Xiaoyue could make, but she sacrificed her own love and marital happiness.
Zhong Lingxi gritted her teeth and said, "I think it's fine too, Xiaoyue."
An Xiaoyue nodded emphatically, comforting Lingxi and saying to herself, "Yes, that's right."
"I'll come see you when I have time. I've been working overtime these past few days, and I haven't gotten off work yet, boohoo~"
Zhong Lingxi started to fake cry while complaining.
"The boss is really crazy. He makes everyone in the company work overtime. Although the internship salary is high, dying from overwork is a faster thing than getting a raise. I'll die before I've even spent all my money."
“Yes, the evil capitalists only want to exploit workers. Even you, who are about to become lawyers, can’t avoid it, let alone others.” An Xiaoyue echoed, and finally added viciously, “Your boss is really inhuman.”
"The key point is that the overtime is also fake. The boss doesn't allow us to leave work early and makes us appear to be very busy."
"Huh? There's such a thing?" An Xiaoyue exclaimed in surprise. "Your leader is such a jerk, just as awful as your boss."
"Who says otherwise? I'm not staying at Changfeng Group after my internship ends."
An Xiaoyue was making marks in the book, and she couldn't help but complain with Zhong Lingxi about Changfeng's boss and leadership.
Therefore, she did not notice Fu Shengyang, who had already returned to his room.
When Fu Shengyang heard the name Changfeng Group, he paused, his face hardening.
After standing at the door and listening for a while, I realized that An Xiaoyue hadn't mentioned any of the group's projects.
They were all cursing the boss of Changfeng Group, Fu Shengyang, along with the person on the phone.
The company's leaders actually made everyone work overtime just because he was working overtime.
This was the first time he had heard of it.
Normally, after get off work, I take the executive elevator directly to the basement and exit through the other side, without paying attention to the company's lighting.
When An Xiaoyue saw Fu Shengyang come in, she hurriedly picked up her phone and said, "Lingxi, I'll hang up now."
Before Zhong Lingxi could say anything else, she hung up the phone.
The phone screen showed it was past 10 p.m. when it was off.
Fu Shengyang went back to his room, presumably to sleep.
"I'll take care of it right away."
She brushed her teeth while taking a shower, and while Fu Shengyang was brushing his teeth, An Xiaoyue folded the pages of the book and placed them on the sofa. She also wrote down her plans for tomorrow and opened the book so that she wouldn't have nothing to do when she woke up in the morning.
Without a part-time job, she has more free time, which she naturally uses for her studies and spending time with her mother.
After tidying everything up, she was about to go to sleep when she noticed the schedule on her bedside table.
It was for her, and it was listed in great detail based on her class schedule.
The content includes three meals a day, daily yoga training, and time allotted for prenatal psychological counseling and pregnancy and childbirth knowledge courses.
The entire sheet was filled with the week's schedule, squeezed into her class timetable.
Aside from evening and midday naps, she hardly has time to spend with her mother.
An Xiaoyue stared at the plan form, the paper trembling slightly.
The bathroom door was turned, and the herbal scent of shower gel wafted into the air.
An Xiaoyue mustered her courage and said, "Mr. Fu, I can't live according to the form."
Fu Shengyang stared at her with his deep gaze for a few seconds, then emphasized again,
“An Xiaoyue, our relationship is just a marriage of convenience, a business partnership. You have to do what I ask for before I will pay you the corresponding compensation.”
An Xiaoyue bit her lower lip hard, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
Fu Shengyang's words were like a slap in the face, making her realize the reality.
From the moment she signed the agreement with Qiao Xun, her life belonged to Fu Shengyang.
She was not respected, was never asked if she was willing, refused without consequence, and was threatened with her mother's name if she didn't cooperate.
A sense of powerlessness crept into An Xiaoyue's heart, and only now did she truly understand what a marriage based on the exchange of benefits meant.
Since we're only talking about interests, then feelings don't matter.
An Xiaoyue couldn't quite explain her feelings.
It makes it easy to cover my mother's medical expenses.
There is joy in keeping the baby.
There is the joy of being able to concentrate on learning.
There is also the sadness of losing oneself.
She lay on her side in bed, stubbornly staring out the window.
One by one, the lights in the room were turned off, the bed behind me sank, and the last light was also turned off, plunging the room into darkness.
The room was quiet, and you could hear the sound of a stream flowing outside the window—a natural white noise.
"Move over a little closer to your side," Fu Shengyang's voice rang out.
"that's it."
Fu Shengyang didn't force her, but simply moved closer to her.