After Ryan was dropped off at his home, Jane reminded him that she would be picking him up the next day to go to the courthouse and register their marriage. It was all about keeping up appearances and making sure no one suspected anything.
As he stepped inside his small, cramped room, he could not stop thinking about the whirlwind of events that had unfolded that day, especially that moment on the bridge with her. The idea of marrying someone he had just met was still ridiculous to his ears. He let out a dry laugh. "If someone had told me this would happen, I would have said they were out of their mind." But despite the absurdity, he could not shake the memory of her determined gaze. Whatever her reasons were, she was set on this, and he found himself committed to helping her achieve whatever goal she had in mind in the space of three years—the length of their marriage. Still lost in thought, his mind drifted to Mr. Lee. He remembered that Mr. Lee had told him earlier that he would not be at the market the next day because he needed some rest. Ryan had planned to visit him the next day, but now he decided to go that night instead since he would not be available the next day. Mr. Lee's house was in an old part of town, filled with southern charm. The area was well-known, mostly home to the city's working-class residents. Jenna, Mr. Lee's first child out of three and only daughter, warmly greeted and ushered him in after he had knocked on the gate to the house. "Is everything okay?" She asked him as they walked inside the house. “Dad didn’t mention you were coming over. Isn’t it too late? And dangerous to walk all the way here from your place?” she asked, concern in her voice. She turned to face him, crossing her arms, her eyes filled with worry. He chuckled, sliding his hands into his pockets. "Well, here I am." "Don’t you know people get robbed around here late at night? What if something bad had happened to you?" "But it didn’t. Let’s just go inside," he replied with a smirk. He knew the risks of being out so late in this neighborhood. After all, he had lived here during his first year of his new life, which was how he got to know and get acquainted with Mr. Lee and his family in the first place. As they walked towards the house, he threw out a playful question. "By the way, are you seeing someone already?" She stopped in her tracks and turned to him, raising an eyebrow. "What?" "Do you want to match me with someone as handsome as you are?" He chuckled. "Maybe I should give it some thought. The little kid from yesterday has grown into a beautiful woman, and she deserves a romantic life." Her cheeks flushed red. He noticed right away and teased her. "Oh, you are blushing!" "I am not!" she lied, trying to hide it. Before she could respond further, Mr. Lee called from inside, asking why she had not come in yet and who was at the gate. "We better get inside before your dad thinks it was your boyfriend who knocked on the gate," Ryan said, and they headed inside. When they walked inside, Mr. Lee and his two sons, Elijah and Klaus, were surprised to see Ryan. The family was seated on the floor around a table in the living room, sharing a big and traditional meal consisting of roasted duck, steamed buns, stir-fried vegetables, and hot soup—something that took Ryan by surprise. "What happened?" Mr. Lee asked Ryan. "That’s exactly what I asked him," Jenna chimed in. "Why the sudden visit after weeks of not coming by?" He chuckled. "So, does that mean you missed me?" She quickly denied it, but he could tell she was lying. Her brothers, on the other hand, admitted they did miss him. He then apologised for staying away so long and promised to make it up to them. "Is there some kind of celebration going on?" he asked, noticing how lively everyone was, especially with the feast they were enjoying. He took a seat at the table, though he hesitated at first when Jenna started serving him. "Guess what?" Jenna asked as she returned to her meal. "Just tell me," he replied with a smile. Mr. Lee then shared the big news: Jenna had secured a job as an English teacher at Zhonghai middle school. It was the best middle school in the city. "Wow! That is a good news," Ryan was happy for the family because it was a great news and feat for them. Since Mr. Lee’s wife had left the family due to their poverty, they had been surviving on whatever little they could scrape together. He congratulated Jenna on her new job and encouraged her brothers, who were both on scholarships at their schools, to follow in her footsteps. "You are the ones who can lift this family up," he told them. "Don’t let poverty be an excuse for not succeeding." After everyone finished eating and celebrating Jenna’s achievement, he handed Mr. Lee the pain relief medicine he had picked up for him on the way. "My plan was to come by tomorrow, but something unexpected came up that will take up my time tomorrow. I won’t be going to the market either." "What happened?" Mr. Lee asked curiously. "You haven’t missed a single day at the market in four years, except on Sundays." Ryan reassured him that it was not anything serious. Mr. Lee then thanked him for always helping out and supporting his family, despite knowing that Ryan was also struggling with his own financial struggles. They shared a light-hearted conversation afterwards. He played a game of chess with Mr. Lee, even though neither of them was particularly skilled. While they played, they talked about Ryan's arrest. However, Ryan lied, telling the old man that he was released because they realised he was innocent. After the game, Ryan said goodnight to the family, promising to visit more often as Jenna walked him out.As Ryan and Jenna walked towards the gate, he decided to have an important discussion with her before he left."Jenna," he began, his voice gentle but firm, "have you ever thought about living on your own?"She looked up, surprised. "What do you mean? I’m fine here.""I know," he replied, stepping closer. "But... you are smart and capable. It might be good for you to think about having your own place someday, maybe very soon, since you've gotten yourself a big job. It could give you some freedom and particularly a chance to really figure things out for yourself."She bit her lip, considering his words. "I don’t know... it is just so comfortable here with dad and the family.""I get it," he said, nodding. "But comfort is not everything. Sometimes, stepping out of your comfort zone is the only way to grow."She stared at him for a long moment, as if trying to read his intentions. Finally, she nodded. "I will think about it.""Good," he smiled. "That’s all I ask, and it is for your o
The constant knocking on the door dragged Ryan out of sleep the next morning.Groaning, he stumbled towards the door, still in his undershorts. Yesterday had been exhausting, and he had stayed up late. But when he opened the door, his eyes widened in surprise—it was Jane. She looked just as startled, clearly not expecting him to be so unprepared on their big day.“Have you forgotten the significance of today for us?” she asked, frustration edging her voice.He quickly apologised, promising he would be ready in just a few minutes. He invited her in and hurried off to get prepared.When he walked out of his small bedroom, she was taken aback by how good he looked.Even though he was just wearing a simple white shirt with black stripes and black trousers, he looked handsome enough to make any woman turn her head."No wonder he has a reputation for attracting women," she thought inwardly.Still, even though he was exactly her type, she did not feel any romantic interest in him."This i
The morning air was still cool when Ryan's phone buzzed. Groggy and annoyed, he answered it to hear Jane’s voice on the other end."I’m sorry, but I won’t be able to pick you up as promised. I’ve got an emergency meeting out of state," she said, her tone brisk."What about your driver? Can’t he come and pick me up?” He asked, his irritation seeping into his voice."No,” she responded sharply. "You will have to find your own way to my house.”Before he could protest, she hung up. A few moments later, his phone pinged again—this time, it was a text with the address and some money for transport.He stared at the credit alert, his annoyance growing. "She is such a rude asshole,” he muttered, pocketing his phone. Even though they had agreed to keep things strictly business, he had hoped she would show a bit of common courtesy. Instead, it felt like she was going out of her way to make things difficult.“I guess that is what I will have to deal with for the next three years,” he sighed
As Ryan drove back to the estate gate, he stopped as the security guard approached the car before opening the gate to let him out. Ryan rolled down the window, smirking as the guard's eyes widened in shock at the sight of him in the sleek car.Ryan scoffed, locking eyes with the guard. "What, you think I stole it because I’m too poor to own something this nice?"The guard struggled to find words, his mouth opening and closing uselessly."Open the gate and let me out of here, you lowlife," Ryan snapped.He chuckled as he watched the guard trudge back to the gatehouse."It’s always the ones with nothing who look down on others when they get a taste of the good life," he muttered to himself.Once the gate was open, he drove forward a bit and stopped in front of the gatehouse."Is there... is anything wrong, sir?" The guard drawled."Sir?" Ryan chuckled.He leaned closer, his voice dripping with mockery. “Don’t worry, I won’t report you to your employer. Your job is safe... for now.”A s
As the officer approached the scene, the young man ran to him."Mr. Jackson!" The officer recognised him instantly."Thank God you are here." The young man—Mr. Jackson said."You see that scumbag over there?" He pointed towards Ryan, who was still standing with the girl. "You won't believe he humiliated me. Me, of all people!" A smirk crossed his face as Ryder's gaze locked with his.The officer quickly apologised to Mr. Jackson, assuring him that he would handle the situation, and then approached Ryder.After asking Ryder what had happened, which Ryder explained in detail, the officer informed him that he would need to come down to the station on charges of intentionally causing traffic and assaulting Mr. Jackson.Ryan scoffed, already predicting how things would unfold. "Intentionally causing traffic? Did you even listen to what I said caused all of this? Since you're clearly choosing not to believe me, why don't you ask the witnesses around?"But to Ryan's surprise, no one spoke u
For a long, tense moment, neither Ryan nor Jane spoke. The silence between them was suffocating as each second stretched out like an eternity. His eyes locked onto hers, searching for answers she wasn’t ready to give. His fists tightened at his sides as he struggled to keep his anger in check. He exhaled quietly, deciding to break the silence. “Jane?” he whispered. "What’s this slap about? What did I do to deserve it?” She scoffed in disbelief, taking a step back. "How can you even ask me that after what you have done? You’re unbelievable.” “I honestly don’t know what you are talking about. I’m completely in the dark here,” he replied, his voice calm, though anger simmered beneath the surface. She shook her head, frustration clear in her eyes. “I thought you were different, someone who wouldn’t abuse their change in status. But I guess I was wrong. Maybe people are all the same after all.” But Ryan was still clueless. “I don’t understand what all this is for. Just e
"Shouldn't you at least tell me where we are headed?" Ryan asked Jane as they drove toward the destination she had mentioned earlier.He was sitting beside her. "You will find out when we get there," she replied sternly, without making an attempt to look at him. The drive continued in silence until Ryan's phone rang, breaking the quiet.It was Rose."I thought you were dead," she joked as soon as Ryan answered. "Yeah, your call brought me back to life," he replied, and they both laughed.For the first time since the trip began, Jane glanced at him, surprised and curious about who was on the other end of the line."I was really worried, Ryan. I thought you had been imprisoned, and I couldn't make it to the station because of what you told me." Her voice was filled with concern. "I'm sorry," Ryan apologised, explaining that he was released the same night."How? Where are you, anyway? Everyone is freaking out, even Mr. Lee. He said he has not been able to reach you, and you have not
Ryan was about to say, "I used to sell skewers on the street before I got into construction. I now own a construction company." He wanted to test if Jane's family, especially her grandmother, only cared about money and status. He figured dropping this information would show their true colors. "He is the CEO of a construction company." Jane cut in. "Will you shut up this instant?!How dare you speak on his behalf when he is here?! Can't he speak?" The grandmother growled. Jane apologised, and Ryan agreed with what she said, realising he didn't need to stick to his original plan anymore. The grandmother scoffed, "The CEO of a construction company? Who is your family?" He chuckled. "Actually, I'm an orphan. I don't have a family, and my adopted mother has passed away." "Besides the construction company, what other businesses do you own and run?" He already knew where the conversation was headed and confirmed that she was materialistic. He chuckled. "That is the only