Chapter 4: Marital Fraud？

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Tao Yaoyao had left in a hurry that morning because she was late to work. She had forgotten to take her keys.

She’d had to call Feng Zhuo. “Make sure you’re there when I get home. I can’t get in without my keys.”

“All right,” Feng Zhuo answered her aloofly. As he hung up the phone, a white sports car stopped in front of him.

As the window was lowered, a man with a nice smile on a handsome face was revealed. He seemed to have a refreshing aura.

“Chuck, get in the car.”

“I’m not going.”

Li Qingge raised his eyebrows in surprise. His face took on a curious expression. “Two days ago, you said you were going to get married. Were you serious? Or were you joking?”

“What do you think?” Feng Zhuo retorted, but this was actually the answer.

Li Qingge was shocked. Feng Zhuo was a playboy, but he had OCD and would never marry a woman.

“I presume she doesn’t know your true identity…?” Li Qingge wasn’t guessing. He was quite certain.

Knowing Feng Zhuo’s true identity, it would be impossible for any other party to recklessly marry him.

“Uh-uh, she thinks I’m a model,” Feng Zhuo replied nonchalantly. His deep eyes seemed as cold as a pool of mountain water, making it difficult for people to read him.

Incredulous, Li Qingge’s voice raised unconsciously, “Model?” He couldn’t help laughing. “Isn’t that marital fraud?”

Feng Zhuo ignored him and turned to go. “Don’t contact me during this period of time. I will contact you if I need you.”

Li Qingge felt very suspicious and very curious. The two of them had known each other for more than ten years, but this was the first time that he’d ever seen Feng Zhuo act so cautiously.

“What on earth had happened? Was this true love? Could he really have fallen in love with someone in just seven days? Was he still the same Feng Zhuo?”

Feng Zhuo was a man who was cold, aloof, domineering, naughty, mischievous, charming, and proud. Feng Zhuo acted like the epitome of perfection if one were to praise him, and a psychopathic pervert if one were to criticize him.

He hoped that this little girl who had married him wouldn’t be harmed by him.

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When Feng Zhuo returned to Tao Yaoyao’s small apartment, she was talking on the phone with someone as she waited for him to let her in.

“What? Who’s the crook, who’s the crook…? How can I be a crook? I was just thinking about it, just thinking about it as a progressive woman of the new age. Whoever saw that handsome guy would have the same idea. Hmph, don’t tell me that seeing handsome men doesn’t make you happy…”

“.,,,..” He didn’t hear what the other party had said, but Tao Yaoyao giggled.

“See, see how overjoyed you are. I can just tell that you’re up to no good. Hurry up and wield the little whip…”

Then she turned around and saw Feng Zhuo standing behind her. At the moment, he was looking at her with a meaningful expression in his eyes.

Tao Yaoyao’s expression suddenly stiffened.

She said to the person on the other end of the phone, “I have something to do, so I’m hanging up first.”

Then she squeezed out a smile that came out as a grimace at Feng Zhuo.

Goodness, her image as a dignified, elegant woman had been completely ruined. At the moment, he probably had the impression that she was a pervert.

She was humiliated inside and wanted to find a hole to hide in.

She put her head down.

Therefore, she didn’t notice Feng Zhuo’s expression. Although he still appeared cold, his eyes had definitely softened with a doting expression.