Super Sweet, 100\% Honeymoon-Chapter 697 - 696: Will You Accommodate Us, Please?
Xiyan’s body froze, her entire being stiffened in place.
Did she just mishear?
What did the entertainment news say?!
"It’s Susan." Xiyan stared at Ou Jue. "It must be her spilling the secrets to the media!"
Ou Jue’s face turned incredibly grim. He gently patted Xiyan’s small head. "Let’s go home first."
Moments later, the car stopped in front of the Xia Mansion.
For some reason, Xiyan didn’t want to leave him...
"Go inside." Ou Jue lowered his gaze to look at her.
"No." Xiyan’s voice was muffled.
Given the current situation, she simply didn’t want to let Ou Jue go.
If Mr. Ling couldn’t be found, there was no solid evidence to accuse Susan of being a fraud.
She relied on Mr. Ling’s treasured ring and those journal entries to swagger about the Ou Family.
Now the entire world knows that Qianmo and the Ou Family have no blood relation.
The two have gone from cousins to childhood sweethearts, naturally and without hindrance.
What if Susan really made Ou Jue marry Qianmo?
"Ou Jue, could you please not leave?"
Right now, Susan and Qianmo were shamelessly staying in the Ou Family house, and Xiyan detested it.
"Then are you willing to share half of your bed with me?"
"..." Even at a time like this, he couldn’t resist being cheeky.
Xiyan punched him. "Can you be serious for once?"
"No." He suddenly gave a simple reply, as if making a promise, his voice deep and weighty.
Xiyan was stunned, lifting her gaze to him. "No what?"
"No, I won’t just comply with Susan’s words and really marry Qianmo."
"You..." Xiyan was a little surprised. "I didn’t even ask you that."
Why does he suddenly make such a serious promise...
"You did." Ou Jue tilted her chin. "That question has been echoing in your heart all along; I heard it, and it’s quite noisy."
"..." What do you mean you heard it, and it’s noisy??
"So don’t overthink it." Ou Jue hugged Xiyan. "The question you’re worrying about will never happen—I’ll always be by your side, hmm?"
Ou Jue’s personality...
Rarely did he ever give Xiyan any promises.
Having been with him for so long, he always acted more than he spoke.
"Go on inside; leave the rest to me." 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
The uneasy feeling in her heart instantly settled.
"Alright then." She planted a kiss on Ou Jue’s cheek. "A goodnight kiss."
As she spoke, she got ready to open the car door to leave.
Unexpectedly, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by Ou Jue, and he tugged it lightly.
Xiyan let out a small gasp before she realized that Ou Jue was holding her face in his hands, his thin, sexy lips pressed against her forehead.
She couldn’t see his expression, but somehow this kiss felt profoundly tender.
"What are you doing?"
Ou Jue sat up straight, his tone calm, relaxed, and breezy. "Returning the favor."
Cough...
Xiyan really opened the car door this time, jumped out, and left.
She walked toward her house while instinctively touching her forehead.
It felt as though his warmth still lingered there.
It seemed like this was the first time her forehead had been kissed...
The sensation was entirely different from usual.
What her forehead felt was... compassion.
Back at the Ou Family home.
Grandma Ou was livid, pointing at her phone. "What’s the meaning of this—give me a clear explanation of all this chaos!"
Susan sat leisurely on the couch, calmly sipping tea.
She blew away the swirling steam. "Exactly what you saw, madam. What can I possibly explain?"
Qianmo sat quietly next to Susan, her head bowed without speaking.
"Since when did Momo have a marriage agreement with Jue? This is ridiculous!" Grandma Ou was beside herself with anger. "In my eyes, Momo is just a granddaughter figure. Are you really asking me to pair up someone I see as family with Ou Jue?! Besides, Jue has already proposed to Xiyan—they’re engaged now! What kind of drama are you even trying to stir up?!"
"Engaged?" Susan chuckled icily, placing her teacup aside. "Madam, Ou Jue’s marriage to Xia Xiyan never received my approval. Don’t forget, the person with a marriage agreement to the Ou Family is my child! And now, Momo is my daughter."
"But Momo isn’t your biological child. How can that agreement hold any weight?"
"Ling and I were separated for so long, left childless as a result—whose fault was that?! The only reason I’m still alive in this world today is because of Momo! She’s closer to me than my own flesh and blood!"
Ou Jue’s mother frowned, troubled by how things had come to this.
"Momo, in my and your grandmother’s eyes, you’re family—but how can you..."
"Auntie." Qianmo lifted her head. "But in the end, I have no blood ties with the Ou Family, and... I’ve always liked Ou Jue. Please, I beg you—let us be together, okay?"
Absurd. Utterly absurd!
Grandma Ou’s rage made her blood pressure spike; she almost fainted.
Ou Xiaoluo sat to the side, holding his cat Miao Miao, pointing at Susan. "Bad woman."
Susan shot Ou Xiaoluo a glare but didn’t respond, instead speaking with queenly authority, "Since this marriage agreement was made, I expect you all to honor it completely. Xiyan is irrelevant to this, but Ou Jue must marry my daughter—otherwise, you’re dishonoring Ling and betraying me!"
Grandma Ou took deep breaths to calm herself. Having dominated the business world for so many years, this was the first time she’d ever been entangled with such a shameless person. "Can you even prove you were the one Ling loved all those years ago? How dare you act so high and mighty, meddling in the Ou Family’s affairs?"
"The ring is here, the journal entries perfectly match—on what grounds am I a fraud?!" Susan roared with self-assurance, her tone arrogant and domineering. "If you have the guts, find Ling and have him personally say I’m a fake! Only then will I apologize on my knees!"
"You..." Grandma Ou wanted nothing more than to slap her across the face.
This kind of shrew could hardly be the love of Ling’s life. The old woman was beginning to question reality!
Susan still held her lofty stance. "In short, with the marriage agreement in place, Jue must break up with Xiyan and be with Momo!"
"Must? Who decided ’must’?" A voice rang out, cool and imperious, from the villa’s entrance. "Before this young master, there’s only me making demands—never others instructing me on what I must do."
When did it become someone else’s place to decide what he must do?
Qianmo’s eyelashes quivered, and she raised her head, a glimmer of hope in her eyes.
