Chapter 330: The groom had been tied up and forced to sign the papers
“Yes. No matter what you have to say, I want to hear it. I want to know.”
These were not flattering words but were the genuine thoughts of Mo Boyuan. He had always meant it, and he intended to keep his beliefs.
Mo Boyuan was never a talkative person. He wasn’t good with words. Other than his closed ones, he was always asocial, reserved, and self-contained.
On the contrary, Jiang Tingxu had always been a chatterbox in front of him.
No one knew that Mo Boyuan really liked her presence around him when she’d talk the hind legs off a donkey next to him. When they were young, she’d talk about school; when they’d grown up, she’d utter about home and work—he loved every moment of it.
Jiang Tingxu had an obscure look in her eye. “I’m giving up on us, Mo Boyuan. I’m giving up on you.”
Mo Boyuan did not say a word, and he kept listening. Though he felt his heart shattered into pieces when he’d heard her mentioning how she wanted to give up.
“We’ve drifted so far, too far apart. And I was the one who’s been chasing after you all these years. I’m tired, Mo Boyuan. I really am. I know we’ve had some misunderstandings between us, but even if we’d look past these differences, there’s still a huge gap between us, isn’t it?”
“What is it?” Mo Boyuan couldn’t resist the urge to ask.
Jiang Tingxu tilted her head and locked her gaze against his. Her lips parted, “Above all, Mo Boyuan, you don’t even love me,” she paused, “and now, I take it back! I’m taking my love back. We don’t have a future together, you and I.”
If Mo Boyuan and Jiang Tingxu had a future, it wouldn’t have ended up tragically in the past. It was better if they ended things early—when everything was still under her control. When she’d just realized her feelings for him.
“What makes you so sure that there’s no future between us?” He was so mad that he’d almost let out a chuckle.
She claimed that he didn’t love her—where was her conscious?
If he didn’t love her, how would he have married her? If he didn’t love her, how would he have a child with her? If he didn’t love her, how was he still waiting for her old self to come back like an idiot?
Hearing Mo Boyuan’s question, Jiang Tingxu had almost blurted out the truth—she’d already seen it with her own eyes in her past life. She hesitated, and she gulped back her words.
“Do you think we have a future together then, Mo Boyuan?”
“Why not? Of course, we do! We’re married. We won’t be getting a divorce in this lifetime. Never!”
“We’re just bound by a certificate. Is there anything beyond that?”
Mo Boyuan stared at her intensely. “What do you mean by that? Does that certificate not mean anything to you?” he questioned.
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To most people, that certificate was just a piece of paper. Being bound by marriage didn’t usually mean happily ever after, and liberation from an unhappy marriage might become a better choice.
Mo Boyuan had already continued, “I don’t care what you think about that certificate. In my eyes, it is very, very important to me.”
“Oh, is that so? I remember that time when we were going to register our marriage, you were reluctant and resistant. It was Grandpa who had sent someone to ‘escort’ you there, wasn’t it? And now you’re telling me that it is significant to you? Mo Boyuan, did you think I’ve forgotten all this?”
As she spoke of this, her dissatisfaction and disappointment rose.
Say, were there any grooms out there who were so unwilling to get married that his family had to tie him up and force him to sign the papers?
And now, he was saying that the certificate—this marriage—was of importance to him. How ironic was that?
Mo Boyuan was rooted in the spot. He had a noticeable, unnatural look on his face.
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