"Please move closer."
Mo Roulan heard the photographer say but didn’t even move an inch. She more like glared at the man and said coldly
"It’s alright like this. Just take the photo and be don...."
However, before she even finished her words, a hand held her waist and dragged her closer.
"You..."
Mo Roulan glared at the owner of the hand on her waist.
"Look ahead."
He Jian said strictly looking at the photographer. However, Mo Roulan didn’t wish to obey him at all.
At this, He Jian looked at her and said calmly.
"Chu Feng is free. Do you want me to tell him to publish the news about your mother?"
He Jian’s fists clenched when he saw hurt flashing through Mo Roulan’s eyes at his words. He didn’t wish to use this information but he was also hurting.
She left him so easily two years ago...without even his fault. He gave her time and there she was...having her time with her ex-boyfriend.
He was ready to forget that as well but no this relationship will work the way he wanted.
Two years ago she found it easy to break up because she was just his girlfriend. A secret girlfriend ...he should say perhaps.
But now he would make her his wife. Even if she would wish to leave, she was not allowed to do that. Especially after knowing that she still loves him.
Mo Roulan looked towards the photographer.
"Please smile."
The photographer said meekly.
And Mo Roulan put a tight smile on her lips. The staff members sighed as they smiled because they thought that Mo Roulan was still feeling upset because she didn’t get a good dress to wear while signing the marriage certificate.
The female staff could actually understand Mo Roulan and felt bad for her but whenever they looked at He Jian who was so handsome and rich, they couldn’t help but envy her fate slightly.
"Please sign this."
The in-charge passed a paper to Mo Roulan.
Mo Roulan stared at it blankly. When He Jian forwarded her the pen, she still wondered if she was really doing it. In the end, she didn’t have any choice when she saw He Jian looking towards Chu Feng. Mo Roulan had to take the pen and sign the paper.
Almost fifteen minutes later, when they have completed all the formalities the in charge gave them two red-colored certificate books.
Touching the so-called marriage certificate in her fingers, Mo Roulan felt lost.
Should she call it a dream or nightmare? It was too confusing.
Her mother will certainly hate her when she would be awake and found out about this.
He Jian took the certificate from her hands and put it inside his pocket with his own.
Then she felt He Jian holding her hand and taking her towards the exit. However, Mo Roulan had taken only a step when she felt dizzy suddenly.
She didn’t know what happened after that because she lost her consciousness again.
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The next time, when she woke up Mo Roulan found herself lying on a very soft bed inside a very beautiful, huge but familiar yet unfamiliar room.
She frowned as she sat up on the bed and looked around in confusion.
For a moment, she felt as if she had come to her past life.
She was in the Mansion where He Jian used to live in her past life. She was inside his room somewhere she was not allowed to step inside. But she had done so when he was sick to take care of him.
Mo Roulan shook her head as she suddenly come to another conclusion.
If she was in this mansion, then it meant that she was in City S.
And then slowly, all the memories from the marriage bureau came crashing down on her. She had married He Jian.
Mo Roulan felt dazed again before she shook her head and climbed down from the bed. She walked to the bed and filled a glass of water to moisten her throat.
Her stomach also felt empty. However, she was not thinking of finding food but her phone.
She needed to tell Chi Rong that He Jian knew everything and they needed to find some way out. Otherwise, He Jian would continue to use this information to make her do anything.
Though a part of Mo Roulan’s heart was sure that He Jian would never harm her, another part refused to believe the same.
After Shen Youlin’s betrayal, she found it hard to believe anyone.
Mo Roulan looked around the room but she didn’t find her phone anywhere. In the end, she stepped out of her room.
The house was exactly the same.
Even though she was here for the first time in her life, Mo Roulan knew her way around the house.
She found the stairs easily. As she climbed down the stairs, Mo Roulan’s eyes were stuck on the living room.
Many bitter memories were attached to this place.
"You will live here from now on. I will take care of you."
He was seated there on that huge sofa as she sat in front of him when he had said these words to her...something which had shocked and confused her at the same time yet he never gave her any explanation. She wanted to ask him if he was doing so because she saved him. If that was the thing then there was no need to do so.
But as time passed, she felt like she needed all this, she needed him.
After all, she was alone.
Mo Roulan shook her head and swallowed the lump forming inside her throat. The house haunted her and she felt very suffocated.
As she climbed down the stairs lost in her own thoughts, Mo Roulan reached the ground floor.
She moved towards the living room unconsciously. Looking around, she smiled bitterly.
Just at that moment, a voice fell in her ears making her swiftly turn around
"Roulan!"