NOVPUBChapter 203: 203, will you be my girlfriend?
Chapter 203: 203, will you be my girlfriend?
Song Qinghuan put down her chopsticks, bit her lip and asked, “And him?”
Aunt He obviously knew who her “him” referred to and immediately responded: “I can’t reach your husband by phone. The reason why I came home so late today is that Zishi fell ill. To my surprise, my husband also fell and injured his leg today. So now, he’s in the hospital, and I…”
Seeing Aunt He so anxious and distressed, Song Qinghuan promptly said: “Okay, I’ll go home now. You should quickly go to the hospital to see Uncle He.”
Watching Song Qinghuan hang up the phone, Zhan Cheng spoke with extreme frustration: “You’re leaving again, why is there always something up every time I come to see you?”
“That indicates your moral flawed.” Song Qinghuan said as she wiped her mouth with a tissue and prepared to leave.
Zhan Cheng coldly snorted: “Tell me the reason you have to leave this time. If it’s not significant enough, then I won’t let you go.”
Song Qinghuan put on her heavy coat and looked at him seriously: “Didn’t I just tell you, I’m already married? The dog, which my husband takes care of, is sick. The maid can’t take care of the dog due to some urgent stuff and can’t reach him either, so I have to go back first. We can have dinner together next time.”
“Married? Are you truly married?” Zhan Cheng’s eyes widened with shock as he looked at her.
Song Qinghuan stood up, looking down at him. She gently nodded and thought about what she should say next, but she felt like nothing else she could say would be appropriate.
The atmosphere cooled. Zhan Cheng’s expression grew frosty too, looking at Song Qinghuan in disbelief as if he had just heard some unbelievable joke.
He didn’t believe Song Qinghuan when she had just mentioned her marriage, assuming that she was merely trying to trick him.
“I have something to deal with so I have to go now.” Feeling awkward due to the tense atmosphere, Song Qinghuan turned to leave but was quickly pulled back by him, forcing her to stop abruptly.
He stared at her coldly and asked gravely: “Do you really have a husband?”
Song Qinghuan gave a solemn nod: “Yes!”
These brief words were like a thunderbolt striking down Zhan Cheng’s brain, making him feel dizzy, almost fainting.
He let out a self-mocking laugh: “So I’m just humiliating myself.”
Song Qinghuan apologized: “Don’t think like that, Zhan Cheng, I know you have feelings for me, I’ve always known, and I’m so grateful, but…”
Zhan Cheng, as if suddenly realizing something, quickly cut her off: “What you said about a marriage of convenience, was that also true?”
Song Qinghuan nodded: “Yes!”
Zhan Cheng laughed sarcastically, then glared angrily at her: “Song Qinghuan, what are you thinking in that brain of yours? Why would you….”
His expression suddenly turned sorrowful and anguished: “If you have any trouble, why don’t you come to me? Do you really find me that repugnant?”
Seeing this side of Zhan Cheng, it reminded Song Qinghuan of her own despair and pain days before. Amid a flood of hot tears, she suddenly made a decision: “Two years, Zhan Cheng, my marriage contract lasts for two years. If you are still so persistent about me then, and your family doesn’t mind that I was once married, then I will accept you.”
“Really?” Zhan Cheng could hardly believe it, “Are you willing to be my girlfriend?”
Song Qinghuan nodded: “Yes, but it must be after two years, do you promise? He and I are just in a marriage of convenience. We promised not to let anything inappropriate happen during that term, and I can’t do anything to break that promise.”
Zhan Cheng’s face lit up, he stepped forward and pulled Song Qinghuan into an embrace: “I promise, even if you think me unworthy, Song Qinghuan, I still promise.”
