After cheating into marriage, the perverse and evil young man turns into a wife slave in seconds

"It's okay." Zheng Zhihui smiled at him and shook her head.

Zhang Boxuan looked at her nervously, "What is your brother's attitude?"

Zheng Zhihui raised her lips to him, "My brother said that as long as I am happy, he will be at ease."

With these words, the heavy stone weighing on Zhang Boxuan's heart finally fell.

"Okay, let's go home."

He happily pulled people out.

The two got into the car.

Zhang Boxuan thought about it, and felt that Zheng Shaoyuan would not be so easy to talk to, so he asked the woman sitting next to him, "Does your brother...really have no opinion about me?"

Zheng Zhihui turned her head and looked at him, her smile hard to describe for a moment. She moved her eyes and whispered to him, "Brother said you are very bad."

"what?"

Zhang Boxuan's handsome face twitched.

"My brother said you are a bitch. Every year when I was shot and unconscious, you would go to the prison to pick a fight with him."

Zheng Zhihui looked at him curiously, "Is this true?"

Zhang Boxuan kept a straight face and did not deny it, "Yeah."

"My brother said that you wanted to hurt his heart and make his life miserable. Is that true?"

Zhang Boxuan rested his head on the back seat of the car, "In the beginning... it was true."

Every year when the day came that she was shot and fell unconscious, he would feel particularly sad when he thought of the scene of her falling down. He felt sad, so naturally he didn't want to let Zheng Shaoyuan, the culprit, have an easy time, so he would go to the prison to see Zheng Shaoyuan on that day.

In the first year: When the two enemies met, with hatred in their eyes, they started to curse each other fiercely through the glass. If there had not been a glass wall between them, they would have fought.

The second year: The two still quarreled whenever they met and blamed each other sharply, but not as intensely as the first year.

The third year: Both of them calmed down and stopped blaming each other. Instead, they blamed themselves in front of each other, and both felt that it was their fault that Zheng Zhihui was unconscious.

Year 4: When the two met, they just sat facing each other quietly, and no one spoke.

The fifth year: When the two met again, they no longer had the tit-for-tat confrontation they had in the past, nor did they just sit in silence. They would occasionally reminisce about the past and chat about a few interesting things that happened in Zheng Zhihui's childhood.

In five years, Zhang Boxuan and Zheng Shaoyuan met five times in total.

The mentality of both of them has gradually changed during these five years.

"In the first two years, I really hated your brother, but I promised you that you wouldn't touch him, so I deliberately went to find him that day just to make him feel bad."

Zhang Boxuan looked at him leisurely and said, "But later... I didn't blame him anymore, but I would still go to see him at that time every year."

Zheng Zhihui asked in confusion, "Why?"

Zhang Boxuan turned his head and looked at her deeply, "Because he is the only person in the world besides me who cares about you, so every time I feel sad, I want to see him."

Even if he didn't say anything, or just occasionally said a word or two about topics related to her, he felt that he could get a little comfort in his heart.

Zheng Zhihui felt a pang of pain in her heart when she heard this. She leaned over and hugged Zhang Boxuan distressedly, "I've made you suffer for the past five years."

Zhang Boxuan hugged her slender waist, lowered his head and kissed her hair, and said in a low and hoarse voice with relief, "Everything is over."

Now that she is by his side, all the sufferings in the past are no longer a problem for him.

in the afternoon.

It was not yet three o'clock when the two of them came out of the Civil Affairs Bureau after getting their marriage certificate.

Sitting in the car, Zhang Boxuan carefully put away the two notebooks, his face full of unconcealable joy.

"Do we need to go to City Garden to move our luggage now?" he turned and asked Zheng Zhihui.

"what?"

"If you don't have anything important, you can wait until Aunt Liu comes back before moving. Anyway, all your clothes and daily necessities are at home."

"..."

Zheng Zhihui looked a little confused, as if she had just realized that they were now husband and wife.

She was still trying to adapt to her new identity, while the man next to her was already excitedly planning what to do next.

"What do you want to do at the wedding?"

Zheng Zhihui was brought back to her senses by this topic.

"Wedding?" She met the man's bright and smiling eyes.

"Yes." Zhang Boxuan held her hand with a happy expression, "However you want to organize the wedding, it will be all according to your wishes."

Zheng Zhihui's hand holding the phone curled up slightly.

"I..." She pursed her lips, "I don't want to have a wedding."

Zhang Boxuan was stunned for a moment, "Why?"

He remembered that when she was a child, she attended someone else's wedding and shouted to him that when she got married in the future, she would definitely hold the most grand wedding.

"It's so troublesome to hold a wedding." Zheng Zhihui hugged his arm and said in a coquettish tone, "I don't want to waste time on these things. I just want to be with you every day. That's enough."

The Zheng and Zhang families had such a big fight five years ago. If their wedding is a grand one, the feud between the two families will surely become a hot topic in the city again.

She didn't want to see that scene.

Even though it's over.

Even though she, Zhang Boxuan and her brother have let go of the past, she doesn't want the matter between the two families to appear in the public eye again and become a topic of idle chat after dinner.

Zhang Boxuan understood what she meant from her expression.

After a moment of silence, he looked at her and said, "But if there is no wedding, it would be unfair to you."

"I never feel wronged when I'm with you." Zheng Zhihui gently held his hand, "Brother Xuan, we've been through so much together. I'm no longer the Miss Zheng I used to be. I really don't care about those external things."

Zhang Boxuan looked at her with tenderness in his eyes. He couldn't help but lean in and kiss her cheek. "Okay, we won't have a wedding, but we must have a honeymoon."

Zheng Zhihui narrowed her eyes and smiled, "Yeah."

Zhang Boxuan asked, "Where do you want to go for your honeymoon?"

Zheng Zhihui thought for a moment and said, "Why not go to Australia?"

Because she was happy because of her decision to take this trip, she inexplicably had a different feeling towards this previously planned journey.

She found it amazing that what was supposed to be a solo trip turned into a trip with two people.

"Okay." Zhang Boxuan responded.

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Returning to Zhang Boxuan's villa again, Zheng Zhihui was filled with emotion.

The day she left, she didn't expect that she would come back again.

No one would have thought that she would come back as the hostess.

As soon as she entered the house, she saw festive things pasted everywhere. Aunt Wu came out happily and welcomed the two back into the house.

In the evening, Wu Ma not only prepared a large table of sumptuous dishes, but also specially made Ruyi cake and lily and lotus seed soup for the two of them.

I wish them a happy wedding and a long lasting happiness.

Shortly after dinner, Zhang Boxuan brought people upstairs.

Zheng Zhihui was led into his bedroom by him.

The moment she entered the door, Zheng Zhihui couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

Although she had come to his room many times before and even slept there, she knew that tonight was different.

"Well...my clothes are still next to me, so I should go back over there and wash up."

As she spoke, she broke free from Zhang Boxuan's hand and turned to go to the next room.

As soon as she took a step, an arm was put around her waist, and then a broad chest approached from behind, "I asked Aunt Wu to pack your clothes early in the morning."

Zhang Boxuan bent down and kissed the top of her head, his tone gentle and joyful, "From now on, this is your room, no, this is our room."

"Got it, Mrs. Zhang?"