Chapter 1217 - 1214: Love 3

The man, unable to bear it any longer, slammed down nine one-yuan bills: "Bad luck for me. I’ll pay the extra nine yuan, but I must divorce immediately. I simply can’t stand this shrew, not even for a day..."

"Who are you calling a shrew? Watch your mouth, you despicable man..."

The clerk broke in impatiently: "This is a public place, please both of you maintain public order..."

Yan Xixi saw clearly, by coincidence, it was that same couple from last time, the ones who came for divorce procedures and were arguing endlessly over who should bear the extra 9 yuan.

She stepped back.

Perhaps the man saw the young woman beside him was exceedingly beautiful, his eyes shone brightly, staring at her intently.

Wan Donglin stood up nonchalantly, blocking behind her. Seeing Wan Donglin’s tall stature and strong presence, the man dared not stare at her further, though he still cursed under his breath: "Why rush to get married? Anyway, sooner or later you’ll get divorced, it’s pointless..."

Wan Donglin really felt like giving him a slap, but he didn’t even glance at him.

When the clerk finally raised the red stamp high and fell onto their joint photo, Yan Xixi suddenly felt weak and drained.

From now on, the decision is final.

It’s as if you belong to someone for life, unable to change again.

The clerk handed over two red booklets: "Done."

Wan Donglin took them: "Thank you."

He looked carefully at their joint photo, leaving the one with his name at the front, then handed the one with Yan Xixi’s name at the front to her, speaking softly: "Xixi, look."

She clutched the marriage certificate, dazed, and suddenly thought of Huang Xiaojue.

She wondered, if she had married Huang Xiaojue then, how things would be? At least there wouldn’t be any need for a prenuptial agreement, right? Because Huang Xiaojue was nowhere near as wealthy, certainly not wealthy enough to need a property protection agreement—the more important thing is that she and Huang Xiaojue were practically childhood sweethearts and first lovers. Why would there be any need for a property agreement? From start to finish, she stubbornly believed that everything Huang Xiaojue earned, she naturally shared a portion.

With Huang Xiaojue, everything was united.

But with Wan Donglin?

She didn’t dare think this way.

She thought, it has always been herself gaining economically from him—and he, fulfilling his aesthetic needs.

A mismatch in status.

Fundamentally, the prenup is for the wealthier party fearing the slightly weaker party might reap undue benefits—therefore, it commonly circulates among elite families or the property-owning class... ordinary couples have no use for it whatsoever.

It’s said that Hollywood stars’ prenuptial agreements are usually over a thousand pages long, with details even specifying: money rewards for having the first child, how much for a boy, how many children add more money, how many years of marriage equate to an additional sum...

Of course, there are also corresponding stringent penalties: like divorce within five years, or infidelity during marriage...

She thought, given the Wan Family’s extensive business, this agreement absolutely exceeds Hollywood stars in complexity.

She was just quietly waiting for the moment to sign the prenuptial agreement.

They got into the car, and she remained silent, devoid of any marital joy.

He was also silent, just driving.

The phone rang, it was Empress Dowager Liu calling.

"Donglin, where are you?"