"Si Bing..." Zhao Wuyan called out Tang Si's name, her eyes full of affection and a hint of shyness, "We'll never get divorced."
"Since I promised to marry you, from now on..." Tang Si paused, his gaze fixed on Zhao Wuyan with a meaningful look. After a few seconds, he continued, "Even if you beg me, I won't divorce you."
"Si Bing, you're so good."
Deeply moved by his 'confession', Zhao Wuyan threw herself into his arms, holding him tightly.
Tang Si's hand, which had been on Zhao Wuyan's shoulder, suddenly felt empty and froze mid-air. A hint of coldness curled his lips. "Alright, bride, get some rest early."
He clasped his hand on her shoulder, ruthlessly pushed Zhao Wuyan away, walked around her, and left directly.
Zhao Wuyan, stunned by his inexplicable departure, immediately asked, "Si Bing, where are you going?"
Tang Si stopped, and without looking back, said, "Of course, back to my room to sleep."
"Back where? Aren't you sleeping in our marital room?"
She asked in disbelief.
The man, who had reached the door, stopped and turned around, smiling faintly. "On what grounds do you think marrying you means I'll share a bed with you?"
The man looked around the room, a harmless smile returning to his face. "The marital room is very festive. My mother specially prepared it for you. Enjoy it."
He spoke the most heartless words in the gentlest tone.
If his earlier words had made Zhao Wuyan feel incredibly happy and wonderful, then at this moment, her heart turned ice-cold, as if she were plunged into an ice cellar.
Her volatile emotions battered her heart, leaving her unable to come to her senses for a while.
Tang Si turned to leave, but as he took a step, he looked back again.
"A friendly reminder," he said, touching his nose, his tone still incredibly gentle. "While being alone in the bridal chamber might be lonely, don't let me find you climbing into another man's bed. Otherwise, I'll show you what it means to wish you were dead."
With that, he turned and left without looking back.
Zhao Wuyan stood rooted to the spot. Whether it was the biting cold of winter or something else, she couldn't help but shiver. She felt her body go weak, and she slumped to the floor.
Finally...
She finally understood why Tang Si wanted to marry her.
He didn't love her.
The reason he agreed to marry her was simply to restrain her, to give her a cage, shackles, and then let her know what it meant to be 'boiled alive like a frog'!
After a long period of calm, Zhao Wuyan finally couldn't help but run downstairs to cry to Tang's father and mother.
She wept profusely, enraging Tang's father, who, along with others, went upstairs to find Tang Si.
Bang, bang, bang—
Tang's father knocked heavily on the door. "Tang Si, you little brat, open the door for me!"
Tang's father, seething with anger, pounded his fist on the door, wishing he could smash a hole through the doorknob.
"Oh, can't you speak properly?" Tang's mother chided Tang's father.
"He..."
Just as Tang's father was about to speak, the room door opened.
Tang Si, in his pajamas, calmly looked at the three people standing outside the door. "Is something the matter?"
A question he already knew the answer to.
"You dog, you married Wu Yan, but you're not sleeping in the marital room and are sleeping here. What's the meaning of this?" Tang's father, his face flushed with anger, pointed at Tang Si and roared.
"You asked me to marry, and I did. But to sleep with someone who climbed into my elder brother's bed is absolutely impossible!"
Tang Si said slowly, then turned and walked back into the room, pulling open a drawer and taking out a handgun.
Seeing the gun in his hand, Tang's father's temples throbbed, and his pupils widened. "What, you think you're going to kill your own father?"