Chapter 9

Translator: Atlas Studios

Editor: Atlas Studios

Su Xiao’ai suddenly thought of the Sus… No, hadn’t she already decided? She couldn’t go back on her word now. If she wasn’t going to marry Jun Wuwang, the Juns wouldn’t lend their money to the Sus… And the Sus would go bankrupt!

This was not the ending she wanted!

“Heh…” Su Xiao’ai smiled awkwardly at Jun Wuwang. “You’ve misunderstood… Why would I not marry you? Look at how handsome and suave you are, and how much wealth and power you have. It’s my good fortune that you’ve chosen me, so why would I refuse to marry you? Heh… Heh… I was shocked at my own refusal, shocked silly… Heh… So… I did that.”

“Oh, really?” Jun Wuwang was obviously unconvinced.

“Yes.” Su Xiao’ai nodded vigorously. “You must believe me that I want to marry you very much.”

“How much is much?” Jun Wuwang asked coldly.

Su Xiao’ai was speechless.

The audience fell silent. Was Master Jun… preparing to have a chat with the bride?

The priest stared at the two of them awkwardly. What was going on?!

“Very much is very much… such that I haven’t been able to eat and sleep well. Look at how thin I’ve become…” Su Xiao’ai responded seriously.

Jun Wuwang glanced at her breasts, then nodded his head and concluded, “Indeed, very thin…”

Su Xiao’ai was speechless.

What the f*ck?!

Su Xiao’ai’s head was full of vulgarities for him! What did he mean by staring down at her breasts? Was he belittling her breast size? Was he? Was he?!

Dang it! Since he didn’t care for it, there was no reason for him to touch it later at night, right?

Humph!

Su Xiao’ai’s face reddened in both anger and shame. She glared at Jun Wuwang!

Jun Wuwang, seeing how she was angry, confused, and embarrassed like a child, couldn’t stop himself from curling his lips!

He could already feel it in his bones that the life ahead of them would be interesting.

Jun Wuwang looked at the priest and coldly said, “I do.”

Su Xiao’ai heaved a sigh of relief, and so did her parents!

Now, the priest turned to Su Xiao’ai. “Ms. Su Xiao’ai, are you willing to marry Mr. Jun Wuwang? Do you promise to love, protect, and cherish him in sickness and in health, in wealth and in poverty? Do you?”

Su Xiao’ai took a deep breath before looking at the priest. “I do.”

“Now, you may exchange rings.”

Su Xiao’ai and Jun Wuwang put on the rings for each other.

“Groom, you may now kiss the bride,” the priest continued.

Jun Wuwang looked at Su Xiao’ai, whose face had already turned red. As she shyly lowered her head, her heart pounded and was ready to leap out of her chest!

She had never been in a relationship, and, naturally, she had never kissed anyone…

Jun Wuwang glanced at Su Xiao’ai. Before this marriage, he had done a background check on her. He had chosen her out of all the daughters of the wealthy families precisely because she was pure and clean.

Jun Wuwang’s handsome face began to grow larger in front of Su Xiao’ai’s eyes. Her eyes followed suit, growing larger as her heart… continued to pound!

At last… his thin, cold lips touched hers! It was but a moment of softness, and the soft, cold feeling soon disappeared.

Su Xiao’ai blinked and looked at Jun Wuwang. For some reason, she felt… disappointed.