Contract marriage, don't be tempted, President

Lin Yahui woke up crying

She opened her eyes and saw Fu Cheng standing in front of her with one hand in his pocket.

The moonlight behind him seemed to give him a silver edge.

"Brother Cheng... Woo, that's great, you're not dead"

Lin Yahui rushed over and hugged him

"Um"

Seeing his cold expression, Lin Yahui couldn't help but wonder if she was still dreaming.

"Brother Cheng? Are you...really Brother Cheng?"

"Would you like to try it?"

Lin Yahui reached out and gently poked his face

"Please don't scare me, okay?"

Fu Cheng smiled a little

"Well, tell me, what did you dream about?"

Lin Yahui pulled him to sit on the bed and asked seriously:

"Brother Cheng...you really won't live past 30?"

"Who told you that"

"Dream...Axing in the dream"

"What did he say to you?"

Lin Yahui wiped away her tears

"At first, it was your birthday, and there were lots of delicious food. But...but suddenly you fainted, and then Xing and I rushed to check and found that you had no heartbeat."

"We called 120 immediately, but the doctors said there was no way to save him..."

"Then I heard Ah Xing say, 'Is that really the case?'"

“I was curious, so I asked him if he knew anything.”

"He said, you won't live past 30"

Lin Yahui hugged him and rubbed him gently

"Brother Cheng, is... is it true?"

Fu Cheng nodded and looked out the window

"Who knows?"

"I met a fortune teller before. He said that I would be a benefactor to many people, but not to myself. I could help many people, but unfortunately, I would have a short life."

"He said, I won't live past 30. Before I turn 30, no matter how big or small the disease is, it won't kill me. This is the result of helping many people. But at 30, it will be a disaster for me. Even a small injury may cost me my life."

"He also said that unless I meet someone who can really save me, I will die. If I really meet that person, then my life will be ordinary from now on."

Lin Yahui pursed her lips

"Then... that so-called noble person, do you have any clue?"

“Yes, but I don’t want to be rescued by them.”

"them?"

Lin Yahui didn't understand, but nodded anyway.

"Then Brother Cheng, when is your birthday?"

"do not know"

Lin Yahui was stunned for a moment

"How could you not know? It should be on your ID card, right?"

Fu Cheng laughed but didn't say anything

"Instead of guessing when my birthday is, why not figure out when I die and that will be my birthday?"

"Can't!"

Lin Yahui spoke out to stop it

"Brother Cheng, you...can't die. I don't want you to die."

As she spoke, the tears she had been holding back for a long time burst out again.

“No…I don’t want it.”

"Okay, little wood."

Fu Cheng patted her back to comfort her.

"Your husband and I have an agreement. I will not die before that. Don't worry."

"And after that?"

"Find a place to die"

Lin Yahui sniffed

"How about you make a deal with me?"

"If you want me not to die, forget it."

"No matter what happens to Ah Xing and I... we can contact you for help, and you must help."

"You want to tire me to death?"

Lin Yahui also felt that it was not appropriate

"Then..."

Before she could think of anything, Fu Cheng had already hooked her little finger.

"No matter what happens, you can come to me, as long as I can do it."

Lin Yahui leaned on him and sobbed softly

"I promised you, why are you still crying?"

"As expected... I still don't want you to die. You and Axing are both very important to me. I don't want to face losing either of them..."