Chapter 93: A Marriage Contract Worth Its Weight in Gold

After hanging up the phone, Yang Fan knocked on Lin Ruo’s door and told her he was going out. Nowadays, whatever you do, you have to ask for leave first—it had become second nature to him.

Lin Ruo opened the door, stern-faced, and told him he must be back by midnight. Yang Fan wouldn’t dare defy her; now that Lin Ruo controlled the purse strings, he was utterly powerless. In this society, without money, you can’t take a single step!

At the resort hotel, Yang Fan finally met Wang Yun again. As the saying goes, once the body has surrendered, so has the whole person. One could see Wang Yun trying to maintain her angry facade, but the longing and excitement of a reunion after a long separation were impossible to hide.

She drove a white SUV as well, and Yang Fan asked her to get out first.

“What for?” Wang Yun asked.

“I want to introduce you to my good brother!” Yang Fan replied. In truth, his main purpose was to ask Liu Haoyu to transfer some money—yes, to Wang Yun’s phone. He didn’t have a penny on him; was he supposed to live on air?

“Alright, let’s go. We’ll meet again tonight! Come with me to the class reunion! Time’s running out, I can’t waste any more here with you!” Wang Yun pushed him into the car.

Yang Fan was in despair—wouldn’t a class reunion cost money?

“But Yun, wait a second!”

“No waiting, we’re going!” Wang Yun started the car, and Yang Fan was nearly in tears.

“My dear, why do you have the same taste as Lin Ruo? If you weren’t driving, I’d think this was Lin Ruo’s car.”

“So you don’t know?” Wang Yun said.

“Know what?”

“This was a gift from my husband. There’s also a matrimonial home—a villa! And look, a wedding ring!”

She waved the ring on her finger.

Yang Fan’s eyes widened in shock. You’re married?

“You made a cuckold of me?” Yang Fan felt a sudden tightness in his chest—his own woman had married someone else.

“Guess,” Wang Yun teased.

“Then why ask me for anything? Go ask your husband!”

“Oh, jealous, are you?”

“Take me back!” Yang Fan said, feeling miserable.

“Don’t you want to know who my husband is? Don’t you want to see if he’s handsome, if he treats me well?” Wang Yun laughed.

“Who is it?”

“I have the marriage certificate in my bag; you can take a look! See for yourself the difference between you and him! I’ll tell you—he’s very handsome.”

Yang Fan opened Wang Yun’s bag and, sure enough, found two red booklets. He quickly pulled them out and opened them.

Yang Fan was stunned.

“See? Isn’t it exactly the same as you?” Wang Yun laughed.

“How did you do this?” Yang Fan asked.

“What do you mean, ‘how’? We went and registered!”

“But I already registered with Lin Ruo. How is this possible?”

“I don’t know about you and Lin Ruo. This certificate was issued after Lin Ruo called me, so I went and got it!”

Yang Fan’s heart skipped a beat—Lin Ruo already knew…

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Yang Fan replied, picking up his phone to send a message to Huo Xinxin.

“That’s why you’re my husband. Who else would I call?”

“You nearly scared me to death; I really thought you’d betrayed me.” Yang Fan’s heart was still far from at ease, but he forced a smile.

“And if I really had?”

“Behave yourself!” Yang Fan pouted.

“And who was it that didn’t behave themselves that night? My first time, so proper and innocent…”

“You were the one who made the first move that night!”

“Then you owe me my first time!” Wang Yun said.

“We’re married now, what does ‘owe’ even mean?” Yang Fan replied.

Huo Xinxin called directly. After she told Yang Fan about her findings at the registry, he hung up. He felt as if something precious had slipped away—that piece of paper called marriage carried the weight of a thousand gold coins.

“What’s wrong now?”

“Nothing,” Yang Fan almost couldn’t hold back.

“Nothing, my foot!”

“You’re keeping things from me—there’s a group chat, isn’t there?” Yang Fan asked.

“Of course. Secret stuff between us girls; what’s a big man like you doing meddling?”

“Who’s in the group?”

“Who are you hoping to add? I’ll tell you, as your wife, I have every right to keep an eye on you—don’t let me catch you looking for a bunch of lovers outside. Aren’t the few of us enough for you?”

“I’m asking about something serious.”

“Fine, I’ll show you.” Wang Yun stopped the car, took out her phone, and opened the group chat. The group was lively with conversation. Lin Ruo was the group owner, Ai Xiaomei the deputy, then Lin Xi, Zhao Jing, Xia Yufei, Wu Qian, and Wang Yun herself.

That was the entire group. Wang Yun let him see, then immediately locked the screen.

“Let me see what you’re chatting about.”

“No way!”

“Just a glance!” Yang Fan pleaded.

“No, absolutely not. Besides, even if you had the phone, you couldn’t find the app. This is our secret channel.”

“I have a right to know!” Yang Fan complained. There were secrets between them?

“Who’s in charge, you or us?”

“You are.”

“Well then!” Wang Yun happily put away her phone and kept driving.

“By the way, let me tell you—there’s a guy in our class who’s always liked me. I hear his family’s pretty rich. He’s the one organizing this reunion.”

“And you’re still going?”

“I’m going so he’ll give up, aren’t I?” Wang Yun replied.

“Then I really should get Liu Haoyu to transfer some money.” As he spoke, Yang Fan took out his phone to call Liu Haoyu.

“No need, I have it. Lin Ruo already gave me your living expenses for Tianhai!”

“How much did she give you?” Yang Fan asked curiously.

“It doesn’t matter how much—your money is in our hands. The money you earn is for us to spend, isn’t it?”

It was a fait accompli. Wang Yun’s attitude toward Yang Fan had truly changed.

“Then give me some.”

“What for? To find a seventh one? Dream on!”

“I…”

Why were they all like this? Was his life not hard enough?

It was Yang Fan’s first time in Tianhai. If he were alone, he’d truly be lost. As they entered the city, Yang Fan looked around—Tianhai was just as prosperous as Tianning. In truth, he’d rather go somewhere quiet with Wang Yun and lie down for a while; what was the point of a class reunion?

In the city center, a towering building stood out—Tianhai’s distinctive Hanfu Tower. To use such a tall building solely for gourmet food, Tianhai was truly unique.

“I wonder who owns this place. I really should look into it. Not long ago, I even told President Han to come invest in Tianhai.”

“Are you a spendthrift or not? Are Fanmei and the resort shutting down? If you invest here, do you even have enough money?” Wang Yun pouted. “You change your mind like the wind—just like you fall in love with whoever you meet!”

So fickle, never focused!

“I said President Han should invest, not me! His family doesn’t lack a few billion anyway!”