Flash marriage contract, the abstinent president changed his gender

Pushing open the bedroom door, before Pei Junchi could speak, a vague and indifferent female voice came first:

"Don't say anything. There's nothing to discuss about this matter."

As soon as he lowered his eyes, he saw Sang Xinrou lying on the sofa as usual, with her eyes closed and a facial mask on. In her hand, she was holding a black technology device that flashed colorful lights and came from nowhere, shining it back and forth. On the small table beside her, there were only medicine boxes and syringes. It was nothing like what he remembered or imagined. Pei Junchi unconsciously clenched the milk carton in his hand.

People change, and first love is only suitable for memories.

He pressed his tongue against one side of her cheek, turned around, and locked the door first:

"I didn't mean to tell you this."

Walking forward and placing the milk on the small table beside her, Pei Junchi sat down at her feet, his voice still gentle and coaxing as always:

"But didn't we agree to be patient and not argue with mom? I know you've been wronged, but people of her generation have traditional ideas that can't be changed in a lifetime. Plus, there was a rift between our two families, and she can't come back for a few days. Why are you arguing with her?"

"It's hard for me to do this."

"I didn't dare to say a word just now, so I could only take the beating."

While talking, Pei Junchi intentionally or unintentionally patted and groped her knees and legs. His movements were indescribably intimate, but there was actually not much warmth in his eyes. Unfortunately, Sang Xinrou couldn't see it. She hummed, and her attitude softened significantly:

"I didn't mean to do this. I just lost control of my anger."

In fact, when they were in love and the two families were on good terms, they got along very well and were as close as mother and daughter. She also always thought that she would become the daughter-in-law of the Pei family and live happily like that for the rest of her life.

However, things are unpredictable.

After a business failure, the two families became enemies.

All the likes, preferences and feelings she once had disappeared. Coupled with a failed marriage, Sang Xinrou understood very well that everything in this world is fake, and that nothing can be exchanged for grievances and sacrifices. Everything is based on conditions.

Whether Pei Junchi was out of old feelings or had other purposes, she didn't know and didn't care. She once wanted to be a good wife and mother, but unfortunately...

She never thought about the future.

Maybe one day when she really has to make a choice she will change her mind, but now, she doesn't have such a strong idea, especially she hates having children.

"That's right."

"By the way, since we've obtained the marriage certificate, even if we don't have a wedding, shouldn't the two families have a meal together? Or should my father-in-law and I have a meal alone? I always feel that this would be too unfair to you. In addition, there is a tram cooperation project and some gossip that I actually want to discuss in depth with my father-in-law. You don't want to buy some beauty pills by mail, so you might as well mention it when you contact my father-in-law."

"This is quite important. It may have some impact on your family's assets."

"The past is the past. It is better to resolve a feud than to create one. I don't want the two of us to have to pay for the grudges between the two families in the future. We should develop on our own and hope that we can each be each other's retreat and have more opportunities in the future."

"Rou'er, this world is too impetuous. It's not easy to meet someone you like."

“I just hope we can go a little longer on this journey.”

As he spoke, he stuffed the milk that he had just scalded with hot water into her hands:

"I heated up some milk for you. Drink it to whiten your skin at night."

Originally, she was wondering if he had some intention to decline the offer, but when she heard that he was not trying to get the Sang family to invest or was planning to start their own business, Sang Xinrou took off the mask:

"Electric car? Is it the most popular electric car now? What's the gossip?"

Their family is not in the automotive industry, and they are just dealing in some small parts, which are not auto accessories. How can it affect their property?

Sang Xinrou was very skeptical, yet she couldn't help but feel worried.

Holding her hand, Pei Junchi still looked gentle and elegant, but his eyelids drooped:

"I'm sure you've learned something about the recent international situation. Business abroad is not difficult or blocked. I've received accurate information that foreign countries are about to start harvesting the capital that has been transferred from other countries. Since your family immigrated, you should have a lot of assets abroad!"

"You may not pay much attention to these developments, but some wealthy people have already been plundered today. All their assets worth more than a billion dollars have been confiscated on the pretext of forging identity information or bribing senior officials. If you don't plead guilty, you will have to spend decades in prison."

"My friend studies international geography, and he has suggested that I reduce overseas production recently. Your business is not big, so you may not be able to get in for the time being, but if you don't find a way to transfer it soon, you may be harvested together in the end."

"Don't think you can escape if you're not in that country. Most developed countries in the world have good relations with them and have cooperation agreements with them. Once they are frozen, they will not be able to escape. It's better to believe it than not. Why don't you inform them in advance to take precautions? By then, it won't be a matter of losing some money, but you may lose both your money and your life in prison."

"By then, even the most powerful person won't be able to do anything about it."

"In fact, it is a good thing for your family if we get married now. Your father-in-law and mother-in-law can apply to return to their home country to live permanently in the name of visiting relatives, which may help them keep themselves safe."

"You should be able to find some information if you search the news. There have been two super-rich people in the past few months. For a long time, we in the circle have hired locals to handle overseas business. We would rather end the business than go on business trips."

"Your father should have felt these things. We have time difference and it is not convenient for me to contact you. These things cannot be discussed over the phone. So I think spreading the risk and returning home may be the best option. I just mentioned it casually. You can decide for yourself."

After saying what he needed to say, Pei Junchi stood up:

"I'll take a shower first."

He entered the bathroom and turned on the faucet, but squatted on the toilet, opened his mobile phone, went into Yu Qingluo's circle of friends, and stared at her old photos of her laughing and making noises.

Only by looking at her every day can he gain a little peace and strength to persevere in this chaotic life.

After working so hard for so long, he has used all the soft and hard tactics he can think of, including official affairs, personal matters, and international situations. Now Sang Xinrou is in his hands. Father Sang should come back, or at least make a visit!

There are some things, some secrets, that only he knows. He needs him to come back and he must come back.

……

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, another half month has passed. Yin Liting came back from a short business trip that day, packed a bouquet of flowers, and went home early.

I wanted to give someone a surprise, but before I could even enter the house, I heard rustling sounds in the room, along with a woman's panting, shouting, and Yuanbao's occasional calls:

"Ah, ah, meow~"

His eyes swept across the wall clock at the entrance and fell on the familiar woman's high heels on the ground. Yin Liting's face suddenly darkened:

How could she be home at four o'clock?