‘No…’ Zhen Lang said. He shook a finger in front of Gu Jing’s face. ‘Everything that happened is called live by the sword, die by the sword.’
Gu Jing realised everything happened because of her own actions. If she didn’t prank Zhen Lang and stopped him from marrying someone else then she wouldn’t implicate herself.
Zhen Lang picked up his bowl and he happily ate the lunch dishes left on the table. Everything tasted delicious to him like he tasted food for the first time.
‘Mr Vet, can we make a compromise about our marriage?’ Gu Jing asked.
Gu Jing felt like she sat on hot coals and in her eyes were anticipation. She struggled to patiently wait for Zhen Lang to finish eating.
The moment Zhen Lang put his chopsticks down, Gu Jing prompted him. ‘Compromise…’
Zhen Lang wiped his mouth. ‘I’m happy to make any compromises with you about our marriage. But I’m not going to divorce in this lifetime.’
Gu Jing felt like her last hope disappeared.
‘If you want to dump me then why are you holding all my assets in your hands?’ Zhen Lang asked.
Gu Jing quickly gave the marriage documentation and Zhen Lang’s bank card back to Zhen Lang. ‘I’m giving everything back to you.’
Zhen Lang glanced at Gu Jing’s hands but he didn’t take back anything from her hands. ‘Anything that leaves the door has no way to retreat.’
Gu Jing understood Zhen Lang meant if he entered her household then he had no intention of leaving her household.
‘But… we’re truly not compatible,’ Gu Jing said.
‘Not compatible? Is it hard for you to look at my face?’ Zhen Lang asked.
Gu Jing shook her head, because she thought if Zhen Lang’s face was considered hard to look at then ninety-nine percent of the male population would be sent to the zoo.
‘Am I poor?’ Zhen Lang asked.
Gu Jing shook her head, because if Zhen Lang was considered poor then rich emperors didn’t exist in the past.
‘Do I know how to do housework?’ Zhen Lang asked.
‘Of course you know how to do housework!’ Gu Jing said.
Gu Jing thought anything Zhen Lang cooked was delicious, he kept his home clean and tidy and she felt he ranked first class as a househusband.
‘Do I have any bad addictions?’ Zhen Lang asked.
Gu Jing knew Zhen Lang was the definition of self-control, moderation and sternness. Gu Jing shook her head to the point her head spun.
‘Do you think I can take good care of children?’ Zhen Lang asked.
Gu Jing glanced at Dou Dou who happily played in the high chair and she nodded her head.
‘Do you think I’ll be a good husband?’ Zhen Lang asked.
Gu Jing realised she couldn’t deny Zhen Lang would be a good husband. ‘It seems like you’ll be a good husband.’
‘Then it’s settled,’ Zhen Lang said. He waved a waiter over to pay the bill. Then he patted Gu Jing’s arm. ‘Wife, let’s live a good life together.’
‘No…’ Zhen Lang said. He shook a finger in front of Gu Jing’s face. ‘Everything that happened is called live by the sword, die by the sword.’Gu Jing realised everything happened because of her own actions. If she didn’t prank Zhen Lang and stopped him from marrying someone else then she wouldn’t implicate herself.Zhen Lang picked up his bowl and he happily ate the lunch dishes left on the table. Everything tasted delicious to him like he tasted food for the first time.‘Mr Vet, can we make a compromise about our marriage?’ Gu Jing asked.Gu Jing felt like she sat on hot coals and in her eyes were anticipation. She struggled to patiently wait for Zhen Lang to finish eating.The moment Zhen Lang put his chopsticks down, Gu Jing prompted him. ‘Compromise…’Zhen Lang wiped his mouth. ‘I’m happy to make any compromises with you about our marriage. But I’m not going to divorce in this lifetime.’Gu Jing felt like her last hope disappeared.‘If you want to dump me then why are you holding all my assets in your hands?’ Zhen Lang asked.Gu Jing quickly gave the marriage documentation and Zhen Lang’s bank card back to Zhen Lang. ‘I’m giving everything back to you.’Zhen Lang glanced at Gu Jing’s hands but he didn’t take back anything from her hands. ‘Anything that leaves the door has no way to retreat.’Gu Jing understood Zhen Lang meant if he entered her household then he had no intention of leaving her household.‘But… we’re truly not compatible,’ Gu Jing said.‘Not compatible? Is it hard for you to look at my face?’ Zhen Lang asked.Gu Jing shook her head, because she thought if Zhen Lang’s face was considered hard to look at then ninety-nine percent of the male population would be sent to the zoo.‘Am I poor?’ Zhen Lang asked.Gu Jing shook her head, because if Zhen Lang was considered poor then rich emperors didn’t exist in the past.‘Do I know how to do housework?’ Zhen Lang asked.‘Of course you know how to do housework!’ Gu Jing said.Gu Jing thought anything Zhen Lang cooked was delicious, he kept his home clean and tidy and she felt he ranked first class as a househusband.‘Do I have any bad addictions?’ Zhen Lang asked.Gu Jing knew Zhen Lang was the definition of self-control, moderation and sternness. Gu Jing shook her head to the point her head spun.‘Do you think I can take good care of children?’ Zhen Lang asked.Gu Jing glanced at Dou Dou who happily played in the high chair and she nodded her head.‘Do you think I’ll be a good husband?’ Zhen Lang asked.Gu Jing realised she couldn’t deny Zhen Lang would be a good husband. ‘It seems like you’ll be a good husband.’‘Then it’s settled,’ Zhen Lang said. He waved a waiter over to pay the bill. Then he patted Gu Jing’s arm. ‘Wife, let’s live a good life together.’
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