Who Says I Don't Love You

"Yuhan, what's wrong with you?"

I really don't know how I got back to the dorm and got out of that villa, but I was completely stunned. Dad died, I met a loan shark, I met a man to pay my debt, and then he wanted to marry me. It was like a dream.

That man, could he really be looking for me? If so, what should I do?

Could it be that she really wanted to marry him? A man that she had known for less than an hour, wasn't this too crazy?

"Where did the man's clothes come from?"

This outfit was too eye-catching, and my hair was completely wet. At this moment, I was like a storyline in a TV show, as if I had experienced something.

"Don't ask, I'm so tired."

The people in the dorm know about my family. I know that they care about me too. I took off my clothes and threw them on the ground. I stomped my feet a few times to vent the anger in my heart.

"Damn, what a famous brand! Where did you get such clothes? One set would cost over ten thousand!"

"I picked it up."

The person who came was my roommate. She had a pretty good appearance and usually spoke in a coy voice. Her biggest dream was to marry a rich person and live a life where she could spend money as she pleased.

However, that day, I simply disdained it. It was as if I had lost all of my human instincts.

"Stop lying. There are only a handful of people here who can afford to wear this kind of clothes."

"Believe it or not."

I turned away, and maybe she knew I was in a bad mood, so she didn't ask any more questions, and soon I was asleep, and in my dreams, I kept seeing Dad, and I really didn't want to wake up, and once I opened my eyes, he would disappear from my sight.

As if I had a premonition, I suddenly woke up.

"What time is it?"

"Seven."

I got up from the bed and messed up my hair. At this moment, I could actually see the man's figure in my mind, as well as the words that sounded like orders.

Eight o'clock, at the school gate! If you don't come, you will die miserably.

That pervert wouldn't really come looking for me, right? What should I do? What should I do? Did he really sell himself to pay his debts? When I thought about it, I couldn't help but bump into the wall a few times.

"Yuhan, are you alright?"

At this moment, my strange behavior quickly attracted the attention of my roommates.

"I'm fine."

He got down from the bed, carried the basin out, and washed his hair briefly. His eyelids were a little swollen, and his vision was blurry. With the sound of the water, he could vaguely see my father smiling at me in the mirror.

"Dad, I will be fine, I will be happy."

I smiled, tears in my eyes, watching my father slowly disappear in the mirror.

Yes, I will be happy.

After coming back from the water room, the food on the table had already turned cold. I looked at the time, unable to care about anything else. There were only twenty minutes left. I opened it, ate a few mouthfuls, picked up my bag and headed out.

"Yuhan, there's no class today for the weekend."

"I know."

After exiting the dormitory, I jogged all the way to the school gates. When I arrived, I didn't see anyone standing there, and was relieved for a moment. The moment I walked over, a car came from the front and stopped in front of me.

"Get in."

I froze for a moment as the window slowly rolled down.

He came anyway, and I clenched my fists at the sight of his dark face. It seemed like he still couldn't dodge it.

"Are you just going to wear this and come out with me?"

He turned his head and looked at me with a look of disdain that made me feel particularly uncomfortable.

"What's wrong? I usually wear it that way. "

"Stupid woman, where's the card I gave you?"

"What? What card?"

After he finished speaking, I frowned and vaguely remembered that he had given me a card. I opened my bag and found the completely golden bank card.

"What kind of card is this? I don't need it. After we finish repaying your debt in three years, we'll go our separate ways."

"Am I really that annoying?"

After saying that, he bent his body and placed his hand on my chest. With one hand, he held my waist, and with the other hand, he pinched the soft protrusion on my waist.

"What are you doing?"

"It's developing quite well!"

His voice was wicked, with a touch of humiliation, and the car was instantly filled with a vague air, but when his eyes moved to my cheek, he immediately withdrew his greedy gaze.

"This outfit really makes me lose my appetite. I'll head straight to the mall."

"Understood, Director Mu."

I have to thank him for his ordinary clothes. Otherwise, I don't know what he would have done to me.

"It's not suitable for me, is it?"

"It's fine if you don't wear it, but I will strip you of all your clothes, right here." He looked at me, still unyielding.

"You, you dare." I said yes, because he should have done it.

I instinctively retreated and he really walked towards me. In that instant, I panicked. This abnormal guy, would he really do such a thing?

"Alright, I'll wear it."

I took it from the salesgirl, who looked at me enviously. Perhaps in the eyes of other women, it was a happy thing for a man so rich to buy clothes for himself.

And I was completely cornered, and the waiter didn't understand at all.

He changed into a new set of clothes and walked out of the fitting room. He smiled but did not say anything. He should be very satisfied with the clothes. To be more accurate, it was the famous clothes that were worthy of his price.

I walked around in front of the mirror and, to be honest, the clothes matched my body perfectly, revealing the beauty of a woman's body.

From top to bottom, it was completely changed, and it even gave me a pair of hateful, extremely uncomfortable clothes. I tried walking a few steps, but I almost didn't come here to eat sh * t.

"Go get your hair."

I was a little confused. What in the world was he going to do, choose a beauty or what?

Coming out of the barber shop, I was a different person altogether. I felt like I had suddenly matured a few years.

In the car, he looked at me with a serious, rather formal introduction.

At this time, I finally understood that his name was Mu Yichen, and he was the CEO of a listed company. Moreover, from his personality, he should be the domineering CEO in the eyes of women.

Today, he wanted to take me to see someone, a woman who was very important to him. This was my first mission, and my identity was to act as his wife.

"Isn't this asking me to lie?"

"You will be paid for doing all these well!"

He shook his head and saw the red notes in his hand. It seemed that I had no reason to reject them. I had no choice but to lower my head as I stood under the eaves.

Without money, I couldn't even afford to pay my tuition for the next semester, and eating would be a problem.

"Deal."

The driver bought some things before starting the car again. As expected of a rich person, the environment of the residential complex was definitely not ordinary for a rich person. It was a four-story building.

"Get out."

His voice was tough, and every word carried a commanding tone, making people uncomfortable. Perhaps it was because he was used to it. After all, he was the CEO of a listed company.

I had to get out of the car obediently, and for money's sake, I couldn't bear to do anything about it. Just this morning, a nurse I knew well in the hospital sent me a picture of a bill, and I knew instantly that this was all a year's worth of my father's medical debts, and that I was the only one who could pay them.

"Mom, open the door."

Mom! My current identity is Mu Yichen's wife, which means that my first mission is to see my mother-in-law.

Grandma, what kind of joke is this? Why didn't you inform me earlier?

He had never experienced something like this before. At that moment, he suddenly felt a bit panicked. His hand was sweating profusely, and he didn't know where to put it.

The door opened, and the woman who came out, looked to be much younger than his years of age. He should be rich, as he had been doing his beauty work all year round, "Yichen, you're here, why didn't you greet me earlier?"

"It's the weekend, so I came to see you."

"Yawen, you're back?"

Who is Yawen? I was stunned for a moment but my heart was still unusually nervous. I held my breath and tried my best to calm down, "Auntie, Auntie, okay, I'm Mo Yuhan."

"Aren't you Yawen?"

Mu Yichen coughed at the side, I immediately understood, and immediately shouted out, "Mom, I am Yuhan, Yichen's wife."

"Wife?"

The woman frowned, looked at me, then looked at Mu Yichen who was beside her, "When did we get married?"

"Just now, Ma, would you like me to show you the marriage certificate? "Why, do you still not believe me?"

"Alright, come on in and let's talk."

The first time we met, I seemed to be a bit nervous. When I was speaking, I completely followed what Mu Yichen had told me, and recited it bit by bit like how I recited it in my childhood.

That meal was pretty good. I tried my best to make his mother happy. After eating, I found an excuse to come out.

"Take this." On the way out, Mu Yichen's mother stuffed something into my hands.

"Mom, I can't take it."

"Take it, call me mother, and it will be a family. This is something passed down from our ancestors. If you wear it, you'll definitely be able to give birth to a fat grandson for our Mu Family."

I looked at Mu Yichen from the corner of my eyes. He didn't say anything, I had no choice but to look at his mother and hang the jade pendant around my neck.

"This is your reward!"

"Why did you lie to her? If the old man knew that you were lying to him, he would definitely be very sad."

Mu Yichen looked at me with no expression on his face. He must have thought that I would obediently take the money and leave.

I thought he was going to get angry and tell me to get lost. At that moment, his expression slowly relaxed. "My mom, she, went to the hospital to check a few days ago. Mom's body is in a bad condition."

"Is it serious?"

"Something like that."

At this moment, I thought of my father. He looked at me and said, "You don't need to know about this. Just do your job and get out of the car!"

I grabbed the money from him, opened the door, and got out. The security guard at the door kept looking this way, and I walked quickly inside.

No one noticed me, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I took out my bag and counted.

If that's all it is, three years of contractual marriage isn't too bad. At the very least, it will allow me to smoothly finish university.