"What’s wrong?"
Jiao Yang turned around, looking back in confusion at Mo Bei, who had grabbed him.
Mo Bei lifted her face, her big, clear black-and-white eyes fixed on his face, and earnestly asked, "Would you marry me?"
Marriage?!
The question was so strange and sudden that even Jiao Yang was taken aback.
He paused for a moment and looked at Mo Bei’s expression. The girl’s face was serious, showing no signs of joking.
"Why are you asking this out of the blue?"
Mo Bei’s fingers tightly clutched his light suit jacket, explaining, "Not a real marriage, just a fake one in form. Then we can divorce later. You can have a prenuptial agreement; I don’t want your money."
Jiao Yang hesitated for a moment, then raised his arms and held her arms, "Xiao Bei, if you have any unsolvable problems, tell me, I can help you. Even if it’s your father forcing you into marriage, a fake marriage isn’t the best solution. It’s not fair to you."
From the first time he met her at the airport, she had been evading something.
Later, from some things Mo Bei had mentioned to him, Jiao Yang could sense her avoidance and hostility towards her family and father.
Just now, after witnessing the confrontation between father and daughter, and Mo Wenxiu’s attitude towards him, he had vaguely guessed the general situation.

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