My Little Sweet Wife

Jiang Ruolan looked at Xian Zihao without blinking. She should have turned away when his eyes came in contact with her, but she could not help but stare at the fresh, clean man in astonishment.

Was this man really her husband?

He was a twenty-eight-year-old man and was a respected and famous General Xian's grandson, but at this time, President Xian, standing in front of her, seemed utterly different from President Xian she had met before.

Jiang Ruolan watched intently as Xian Zihao wiped his hair and forgot that she should look away.

Xian Zihao only gave an indifferent look before turning around and entering the bedroom.

About two or three minutes later, Xian Zihao, neatly dressed, came out of the bedroom and placed a bunch of keys on the coffee table next to Jiang Ruolan.

"Try not to go back to your previous residence as much as possible. You can stay here from now on. If there is anything you need, you can buy it from a nearby store."

With that, he placed the bank card next to the key, raised his hand to straighten his shirt cuff, then turned to pick up his car key and headed for the door.

Seeing him about to leave, Jiang Ruolan suddenly asked without thinking, "You're not staying here?"

Xian Zihao stopped and turned his head to look at her.

Jiang Ruolan immediately realized the meaning behind her words. It was normal for someone to misunderstood the meaning of the

words she had uttered.

She silently cursed herself a thousand times in her heart and explained with a smile, "What I mean is ... It's too late. If you don't stay here, then where will you stay?"

Xian Zihao looked at her face without expression, his thin lips moving slightly. "I think I should explain a few things beforehand."

He walked closer to her. Xian Zihao bent down slowly as his eyes focused on astonishment in Jiang Ruolan's eyes.

He lifted her chin and said in a very soft voice. "This marriage is a marriage contract, and we're married not because of love."

Jiang Ruolan frowned and removed her chin from his hand. "I'm very aware of it."

"Of course, if you don't want to be lonely, I can carry out my duties as your husband in some way." The corners of Xian Zihao's mouth were curved as he smiled. "Jiang Ruolan, please do not get too involved in this matter."

The door opened and closed. Jiang Ruolan seemed to have just come out of her surprise and she turned her head, looking at the thick door.

She picked up the key on the table and threw it at the door. "Damn it! Who's going to fall for such a deep trick?!"

The man stopped when he heard the woman's roaring voice. Xian Zihao looked back at the door silently.

Jiang Ruolan sipped her cold coffee and cursed, "Who wants you as a husband? Not me!"

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