Two-Faced Husband, Have Some Decency!

”Mom, I want to marry her, and whether it’s before or after the marriage, I will never do anything that will let her down. Naturally, she won’t use the Qi family to do the same to me. If I did something unworthy of her, then it’s only right that the Qi family kicked me out of their home. I’m marrying her for her, not because of her past or her familial background. In fact, even before I got together with her, Young Master Cheng told me that Qilin Technology’s general manager will retire some time from now, and he has to go back there to assume that position. When he does, he’ll appoint me to the position of Qilin Property’s general manager. This has nothing to do with my relationship with Chengyue,” Cheng Dongge explained.

Sun Shaoyun looked at him in shock, but within her expression was a faint glimmer of elation.

”I’m the one who’s going to marry her, not you, not Dad. If I like her, you won’t force us to break up and interfere with our relationship, right? Even if your fears and worries do come true, it’s simply the consequence of my current decision. I can bear the responsibility myself. But if those fears never come to fruition, then my decision today will be the reason for my happiness in the future. Every marriage is a gamble, and the outcome is anyone’s guess. No couple gets into a marriage knowing that they would surely be happy forever. Why can’t you ease your worries and open your heart to accept her? Treat her as an ordinary girl and give us the chance to see if our relationship can continue.

”You saw it yourself today. She’s usually pampered at home, but in front of you she’s careful and considerate. Most of the time, if something needs to be done, the housekeeper will do it, but with you, she’s showing her best side by carrying out the bowl and handing you the chopsticks. She may be from a prestigious background, but from her gesture, you can see that she’s willing to do away with her status in front of my parents simply because she loves me. You saw that she didn’t have any clothes to wear this morning and she just took my clothes and wore them. After you left, there was no way she could go after you dressed like that, so she waited nervously at the elevator for me. Even the neighbors saw how miserable she looked. She was like that because she was genuinely worried. If it wasn’t because she really cared about you, she wouldn’t have done that, would she? If she was putting on her princess-like attitude, why would she try to compromise and get on your good books for my sake? Why should you care about her status as the Qi family’s daughter if you like her?”

Sun Shaoyun kept quiet for a moment, then sighed and said, ”You… Let me think about this.”

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The second day, Qi Chengyue drove to Cheng Dongge’s house in the early morning to join him in sending Sun Shaoyun to the airport.

They stood in line with Sun Shaoyun as the latter waited to pass through the security checks. When it was almost her turn, she told them, ”My turn is coming up. You guys should go back.”

She still felt a bit foreign with Sun Shaoyun, but because they talked considerably more than the day before, it was still considered an improvement.

When Sun Shaoyun went in, Cheng Dongge and Qi Chengyue waited outside, leaving only when she disappeared from view.

”Follow me home next weekend,” said Cheng Dongge, holding Qi Chengyue’s hand.

”Okay.”

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On Monday, Mu Sisi went to work. Her fever had subsided, so she was discharged from the hospital. Her long bangs were cut into a short, neat one, that covered the gauze on her forehead.

She went into the office, sat on her chair, then fished out a small mirror—roughly the size of an Ipad Mini—from her drawer. She parted her bangs and looked at approximately seven square centimeters of gauze on her forehead.

Mu Sisi sighed and opened up the gauze from below, revealing the entirety of her wound.

Even though she was looking at her reflection, Mu Sisi’s expression was that of disgust.

It seemed as though the size of her wound had increased. The surrounding area was red due to inflammation and the entire wound was severely swollen. Once the pus was drained out, left behind was a coffee-colored scar, as well as the feces-like yellow from the pus-filled skin remnants. The neat little stitches were nearly undetectable as they were buried inside the red, swollen, pus-filled wound. All that could be seen was a slab of red and a crooked wound.