My Clingy Fiancée Is Forcing Me to Marry Her Again - Chapter 25.1
Good heavens—
The delicate one is causing too much trouble, isn’t she?
Li Fangge’s scalp prickled. She said Li Fangge found her ugly? That was simply an outright lie!
Li Fangge had no idea where the woman was ugly. All she knew was that even when she cried, she was still so beautiful and adorable!
In truth, she was completely smitten with this “delicate flower” type, and really wanted to start a relationship and play right here and now.
But—she was currently penniless and heavily indebted. She genuinely didn’t want the delicate one to suffer with her. Although Guan Xiaoyu had mentioned she was very wealthy, Li Fangge truly couldn’t bring herself to be a kept person and live off her wealth.
If they got married now, Li Fangge didn’t know if others would point fingers, but Guan Xiaoyu’s parents would definitely condemn her.
It was the same old saying: the road must be walked one step at a time, and the rice must be eaten one bite at a time.
Even if marriage was their only path, there had to be a process.
“Sister Li—” Guan Xiaoyu’s face was completely tear-soaked. Her skin was fair, and with her crying, her eyes and the tip of her nose were red, making her look incredibly pitiful. “Tell me, are you, are you really saying you find me ugly?!”
Li Fangge released the doorknob and haphazardly ran a hand through her hair. The delicate one wouldn’t stop until she drove her crazy. “That’s completely baseless—why would you have such a misconception?”
“Sister Li won’t let me into your room,” Guan Xiaoyu sobbed, her voice sounding utterly wronged. “I thought and thought, and that’s the only reason I could come up with. I’m your fiancée, Sister. If you don’t want me near you, you don’t want to see me, you don’t want me to look at you… other than finding me ugly, I can’t think of anything else.”
“…Sister just wants to get some sleep.”
“So, Sister doesn’t find me ugly?”
“Where are you ugly? Sister—honestly, I don’t know.”
“Then prove it to me, Sister!”
Heavens!
Li Fangge grabbed at her hair a few more times. This woman was so determined just to get into her room.
With her money, beauty, and effort in pursuing a spouse, she was irresistible!
“If Sister doesn’t dislike me, then hurry and prove it to me.”
If she didn’t prove it soon, Li Fangge was certain that the delicate one’s next wave of tears was about to spill over.
She cried so genuinely, so sincerely, that Li Fangge couldn’t possibly refuse her.
Staring intently at the delicate one’s tear-filled eyes again, Li Fangge took a step forward, pulled out her hand from her sleeve, and carefully wiped away the tears. Then, she gently pulled Guan Xiaoyu into her embrace. “You’re so soft and delicate, so adorable, how could you possibly be ugly!”
Guan Xiaoyu carried a faint, sweet fragrance.
Li Fangge couldn’t resist sniffing gently, then sniffing again.
Nestled in her arms like a well-behaved little bunny, Guan Xiaoyu suddenly pushed her away urgently. “Sister Li, what are you sniffing?”
“What else could I be sniffing besides you?”
“Is it my—”
“No, it’s not the scent of pheromones,” Li Fangge said. As she recalled, the delicate one’s pheromones didn’t smell like this.
“Oh.”
Guan Xiaoyu looked like she was eager for intimacy, but Li Fangge could tell she had reservations.
“Does Sister’s proof satisfy you?”
“It does, but—”
“Speak.”
“Sister Li, will you promise to marry me no matter what?!”
Guan Xiaoyu’s gaze and tone were extremely serious.
Seeing her hands instinctively clench into fists, Li Fangge realized she was nervous and, uncharacteristically, insecure.
Why was she so insistent on their engagement?
Was it pure, unreserved affection? Or the controlling power of the novel’s official couple that couldn’t be broken up?
“Given Sister’s current situation—”
As if knowing what Li Fangge was about to say, Guan Xiaoyu suddenly covered her mouth. “I forbid Sister from saying discouraging things!”
Li Fangge gently took her hand away. “Sister will marry you, no matter what!”
Even though it wasn’t voluntary, after saying it out loud, Li Fangge felt that it wasn’t so difficult or unwilling after all.
In this forcefully imposed engagement, the partner just happened to be a type she admired and liked. It couldn’t be called entirely bad luck.
Guan Xiaoyu looked into her eyes, confirming that she wasn’t fooling her, and finally broke into a smile.
But as she smiled, her tears started to flow again.
“Sister has already proven it and promised, why are you still crying?”
“I’m so happy!” Guan Xiaoyu quickly wiped away the flowing tears with the back of her hand. “Sister Li, will you—will you think I’m silly, getting worried over nothing and lacking confidence?”
Li Fangge knew she wasn’t silly.
A few days ago, when she first confirmed the ‘keep-my-life’ mission, she had indeed conveyed the intention to break off the engagement.
Although it was suppressed by the will of the unshakeable official pairing, Guan Xiaoyu wasn’t dumb; she sensed it.
She didn’t just sense it; she preemptively stated her stance that she would never break the engagement, firmly believing that as long as two people in love trusted each other, they could create a future even if they didn’t have one now.
“No,” Li Fangge shook her head, her dark, bright eyes softening. “It’s Sister’s fault. My lack of confidence is what made you feel so insecure.”
Guan Xiaoyu pouted her cherry-red lips unhappily. “I told you, I forbid Sister from being discouraged! It’s not like Sister can control how things turned out. Please don’t shrink back because of this anymore, okay?”
“The debt is Sister’s—”
“That’s nothing at all, as long as Sister is willing—”
Li Fangge stretched out a finger and pressed it against her small mouth. “You wanted to watch Sister sleep, didn’t you? If you want to watch, then stop talking about anything else.” She withdrew her hand.
“Okay.”
A spark of joy immediately surfaced in Guan Xiaoyu’s red eyes.
Like anyone whose wish has been granted, her happiness was direct and bright.
Li Fangge took her hand and pulled her inside, closing the door with a “bang.”
The room was cool-toned, which made it quite comfortable to stay in during the summer. Li Fangge had gradually adapted to this gray room. The layout was stylish, possessing the unique refinement and elegance of an artist’s room—
“Sister Li’s palm is so warm. I love it.”
Li Fangge turned her head and saw Guan Xiaoyu smiling at her.
In both words and expression, the delicate one completely exposed her affection for her.
Li Fangge knew that right now, what Guan Xiaoyu loved was merely her physical appearance,
But she was still moved by this unreserved, unconcealed emotion.
In this world, priceless treasures are easy to find, but pure emotion is not something everyone can obtain.
“Your hand,”
Li Fangge still couldn’t return her affection yet. “It’s so small.”
She could only change the subject this way to mask her nervousness.
“Sister Li, do you remember? Last time we slept together—”
Li Fangge let go of Guan Xiaoyu’s hand, interrupting her. “Saying that will cause ambiguity.”
“What kind of ambiguity?”
“Sleeping together can mean many things; you can’t just talk carelessly.”
“How is that talking carelessly? I’m stating a fact.”
Guan Xiaoyu was persistent. “We clearly slept together on Sister’s big bed, didn’t we? The bed can testify, the sofa can testify, the dressing table, the bedside lamp, and those books can also—”
“Stop!” Li Fangge begged.
Fine, so they slept together. “What was it you wanted to ask just now?”
“It’s just, last time, Sister might not believe it—”
“Tell me first.”
“I truly feel a great sense of security when I’m next to Sister Li. It’s been a long time since I slept as soundly as I did last time, as if I had a very beautiful dream, so beautiful that I didn’t want to wake up. In that dream, just as people often say, everything was there. Everything I wanted.”
“What is it that you want?”
They walked to the edge of the bed.
Li Fangge sat down, kicked off her cloth slippers, and pulled her long legs up to sit cross-legged on the bed.
Guan Xiaoyu stood in front of her, a suspicious blush creeping onto her face.
Li Fangge pulled out two wet wipes and handed them to her.
Guan Xiaoyu took them and wiped her eyes and nose.
She said, “I don’t want to tell Sister yet.”
“How unusual. You have things you don’t want to tell Sister.”
After speaking, she lifted her chin towards a wooden chair, signaling Guan Xiaoyu to sit.
Guan Xiaoyu was unmoved. “It’s too far. I don’t want to.”
“Far?” Li Fangge was nearly astounded. The distance between that wooden chair and the bed was definitely less than two meters.
“It’s so far, I can’t clearly see Sister’s features.”
“If you’re nearsighted, wear glasses,” Li Fangge couldn’t help but mock her again.
Guan Xiaoyu didn’t mind at all. “I want to sit by the bed. I want to be next to Sister.”
“I knew it.”
Li Fangge knew that Guan Xiaoyu’s ultimate goal was to push her down.
Even though marking was out of the question for the two of them, as the delicate one said, things like cuddling, hugging, and kissing—what couldn’t they do?
“Since Sister knows, why did you want me to sit so far away?”
“Are you sure you really just want to watch Sister sleep?”
“If I wanted to do something else, would Sister allow it?”
Guan Xiaoyu remembered her grandmother’s words.
Her heart rate instantly quickened. Her face turned the color of a cooked shrimp due to the rush of blood.
Li Fangge saw the rare flicker in her eyes and hastily refused. “Of course not. Sister is a very traditional woman and absolutely cannot accept pre-marital sex.”
“Is that so?” Guan Xiaoyu seemed to recall something, and her eyes instantly dimmed.
“Of course.” Li Fangge nearly thumped her chest to guarantee it.
Scum A had flirted everywhere for money, breaking the hearts of many young girls who coveted her beauty, but she had only used them.
Whenever someone tried to push her down, that was the moment she said goodbye to them.
The inability of a low-grade Alpha gene to mark a higher-grade Omega gene was a persistent thorn in her heart, which made her refuse to open herself up to any Omega who approached her.
“For me, as long as it’s with Sister Li, pre-marital or post-marital doesn’t matter. I don’t care about those things.”
“I do!”
Li Fangge was a bit agitated.
Scum A had absolutely no experience in that area,
And neither did she; of course, she believed Guan Xiaoyu didn’t either, so she could understand her impatience and curiosity.
Li Fangge wasn’t without curiosity herself, but she was afraid of making a fool of herself.