Limited Time Hidden Marriage

The woman's expression was serious and she wasn't joking.

Mucheng's face also darkened, and his attitude became very tough: "You can't return it, you have to pay it in full and even signed the contract. If you don't want to live in it, then I can only leave it here. I just but…"

He changed the subject and said, "You said it yourself, wouldn't it be more wasteful if you spend money to buy such a luxurious little foreign-style building but don't live in it?"

Looking at the five-story small foreign-style building in front of him, Wen Churan felt that Mucheng's words made sense.

It's quite a waste...

After pondering for a moment, she suddenly had an idea and said with a smile, "If you think it's a waste, you can rent it out!"

As he said that, he rubbed his fingers again, and the smile on his lips was even more cunning than that of a fox. "When the time comes, you don't have to do anything, you can just sit and collect the rent. How can you make so much money?!"

Mucheng asked, "I'll rent it to you, do you want it?"

Wen Churan waved his hands hurriedly, "No, no, no, no... I can't afford the rent!"

"I can afford it! I can afford it!" the little milk can behind him shouted hurriedly.

Wen Churan immediately turned around and glared at him, "Stinky milk can, how can we get the money to rent such a luxurious little western-style building?"

Little Milk Pot rolled her eyes with disdain on her face, "Smelly Mommy, I made a lot of money from filming, okay? I'm richer than you anyway, huh!"

Wen Churan was unconvinced, "If Mom hadn't passed on her excellent genes to you, how could you be so good-looking? Are your acting skills so superb? How could you earn so much money? You were born from Mom, Your money is Mom’s money, do you understand?”

"If you don't want to listen, don't listen!" Little Milk Can covered her ears tightly and squirmed in Xiao Youtiao's arms. "If you don't want to listen, don't listen. You bastard is chanting sutras!"

"Hey! Dare you say that you are a bastard?" Wen Churan was furious. He was about to teach him a lesson, but Mucheng interrupted him loudly.

"Okay, now that you have bought the small foreign-style building, you can just stay there obediently."

He said, grabbing Wen Churan's hand and continuing to walk in the direction of the small foreign building.

"No, no, no! I can't stop!" Wen Churan's attitude was tough. He suddenly broke free from Mucheng's control, turned around and wanted to run back.

Mucheng stepped forward, grabbed Wen Churan's back collar, and held her in his hand like a chicken.

"Wen Churan, let me ask you, did I save your life?"

Wen Churan didn't know why he asked this question. After being stunned for a moment, he nodded and replied, "Yes...you saved me..."

Mucheng asked again, "Does your life count as mine?"

"You saved me, so of course it's yours!" Wen Churan's tone was extremely firm.

Mucheng asked again, "Since your life is mine, do your people also count as mine?"

Wen Churan suddenly hesitated, vaguely feeling that something was not right about this question, but if he thought about it carefully... his life was his, and so were his people. There seemed to be nothing wrong with this logic.

"Well...that's right..."

Mucheng continued to ask, "You are mine, you are mine, should you listen to me?"

Wen Churan agreed with a loud "Yes!"

"That's it!" Mucheng smiled proudly and dragged Wen Churan directly towards the small foreign building.

Wen Churan immediately started struggling, "Mucheng! Mucheng! Let me go first, I really don't want to live here!"

Mucheng's footsteps did not stop and he said, "You also said that you should listen to me. Since you listen to me, then live here obediently. This is my order as the savior. You must obey and you are not allowed to refute!"