Chapter 1615: You're Not Allowed to Marry Someone Else

It feels like countless hands are scratching at my throat.

Unbearable.

“I warn you again, stop causing trouble. If I leave now, I’ll pretend tonight never happened.”

“Ah.”

Chu Yao gently called out. She used her chin to prod his chest, looking up to find his eyes, “How could you pretend it never happened, which part are you talking about?”

Mo Tingshen couldn’t bear to look straight into those eyes.

He turned his head to the side.

In the brief moment his gaze shifted away, he failed to notice the cold mockery that flashed across Chu Yao’s face.

Men are always saying one thing and meaning another; their bodies are more honest.

She has never experienced that in person, but when she was young and pinned down by Mo Li, she fought back desperately but couldn’t escape. Although she was small, she understood well enough what Mo Li’s bodily reactions meant. It was only after hurting him badly that she could get away, and since then, men have disgusted her. For several years, she was so terrified that she would tremble when a man stood in front of her.

Having debuted for many years, she never filmed kissing scenes. The few times she did, it was a body double’s back facing the male lead, faking proximity. Once discovered by her haters, it blew up wildly, but later, true fans uploaded proof of her never using stand-ins for martial arts or acting scenes over the years, quickly converting fans. Dedicated artists are rare in the industry; easily earning 2.08 million, who would bother putting in the effort? To prepare for a few fight scenes, she’d genuinely train for months beforehand. Some celebrity teams shared training footage just for show—all smiles while the camera is rolling but unwilling to move a muscle the moment it stops.

Chu Yao was unique; she had the looks and figure of a popular celebrity yet possessed the acting prowess of an established actress capable of holding her ground on the big screen. Many directors scrambled to work with her. Having served time was irrelevant; with Shengjing backing her, abundant funding and talent were assured. Anyone who didn’t rush to cooperate was foolish. She never defined herself by her popularity, consistently identifying as an “actor” during interviews. After years of solid achievements, those few body-double kissing scenes meant little.

But people didn’t know, Chu Yao had kissed a man.

Mo Tingshen helped her walk out of that shadow, spoiling and protecting her like a precious treasure. Gradually, she started being able to interact with men and snuggle into his embrace, relaxing from initial tension to becoming more audacious.

The first time she kissed Mo Tingshen, he didn’t refuse, and from that moment, he was done for.

“Xiao Yao, you can’t do this, move aside.”

“Do you love me?”

Mo Tingshen’s breath caught, “Don’t ask such things.”

“Do you love me?”

“Love has many meanings, my feelings for you—”

“Do you love me?”

Chu Yao stepped out of his embrace, stood back two steps, hands hidden behind her back, with a fleeting smile on her face, “Love or not?”

Mo Tingshen remained silent for a long time. He wiped his face: “Love!”

Chu Yao smiled, “Then do you want me?”

“I’ve never stopped wanting you!”

“I mean—” She laid out each word, “Do you want me?”

It was the same question, but the implications were unmistakable to him.

“Xiao Yao…” His voice trembled, almost begging her.

Chu Yao insisted, not relenting. Without getting that answer, she asked the next: “I don’t want you to get married; you must not marry anyone else. Tomorrow’s wedding is canceled, okay?”

Mo Tingshen’s chest quivered, his mind blank and unable to organize his thoughts effectively, involuntarily responding to her question: “Why can’t I marry?”

Chu Yao blurted out: “Because you’re only allowed to have me in this life, no other woman, or else—”