Chapter 1 You Are Going to Jail

At the house of detention, A City.

"Sheryl Mu, someone is looking for you." The staff shouted through the iron door and opened it.

"Here I am!"

Hearing the staff's words, Sheryl Mu burst into tears.

When she woke up in the house of detention yesterday, she thought she was dreaming. Was she reborn?! However, according to the development of her previous life, she pinched her own arm again. It would hurt. It was true!

In her previous life, as the daughter of a rich and powerful family, she met a ridiculous life. She was betrayed by her family, her friends, and her family property was swallowed up. At last, she died, all because she refused the help of Gary in this meeting today, which cut off her route of retreat. She naively wanted to rely on herself, and then there was nothing else left.

Now that she was reborn, she reminded herself to hold his thigh.

Suppressing her excitement, she followed the staff to a room.

There was only one table and two chairs in the room. The chairs were placed across the table, and the man stood with his back to the door.

He stood tall and straight in a black suit. Hearing the sound, he turned around. His features were sharp and handsome as if carved by a beautiful knife. His expression was cold, and his black eyes looked at Sheryl without any emotion.

With a shudder of relief, she bravely looked into his eyes. "Gary... Lu?" Well, everything was going on as it had been in her previous life. She suppressed the excitement in her heart, and there was an indifferent expression on her face.

He stepped forward, pulled out a chair, and sat down. He crossed his legs and put his hands in front of him. He leaned back slightly and said with a domineering tone, "Sheryl Mu, you are going to the jail."

"Thank you for reminding me. Is that what Mr. Lu came to say?" She raised her head slightly obstinately.

He stared at her face, an oval face, with a trace of ridiculous stubbornness in her almond eyes. The bridge of her tiny nose slightly shrunk, and her cherry lips were bloodless. After she finished speaking, she closed her mouth.

He should have come to see a joke, but his heart ached. His little princess was in such a comedown condition!

This woman had been deeply engraved in his heart since they first met. He could not forget her for a moment until now.

"I can save you out," Gary said, and the emotionless expression on his face easily concealed his true feelings.

"Okay," replied Sheryl.

The empty room fell into eerie silence because of her cheerful voice.

Sheryl Mu came back to her senses and realized that her words didn't match her expectations, so she quickly added, "What's your condition, Mr. Lu?"

Gary Lu looked at her deeply, as far as he knew, she wouldn't accept his help.

Seemed to see through his doubts, she said honestly and in a low profile, "What qualifications do I have to keep proudness in the face of a life that may be put into jail?"

It made sense. Gary Lu pressed down doubt.

Sheryl pulled out the chair in front of her, sat down, and said again, "Mr. Lu, tell me your condition."

"Beg me," Gary said.

The two of them spoke at the same time. Hearing what he said, Sheryl was slightly stunned, but she did not feel any psychological pressure. When she was about to say the three words "I beg you" directly, she heard him say, "Be my woman."

The words choked in Sheryl's throat. She opened her eyes widely and looked at him in disbelief. What did he say?

He thought he would be happy to hear her pleading. However, she didn't say a word, and he found that he was even sadder than her.

This was the woman who let him want to spoil. He didn't want her to be stained with a piece of dirty mud.

Be my woman... These words came out of his mouth almost without passing through his brain.

Compared with the shock when she heard this, he was much calmer. Although his heart beat faster and faster, which told him honestly that he was not that calm.

After saying this, he kept a cold face and stared at the face of Sheryl.

Such a reunion seemed to be full of embarrassment, and time seemed to suddenly freeze. After a while, she was sure that he was not kidding.

Well... It was a little embarrassing.

How could he be such a domineering CEO once he spoke? However, with his current identity, he could indeed be so domineering.

Was he going to humiliate her by saying: "Be my woman"?

Otherwise, why can't she be his girlfriend? His fiancée, or his wife?

Any one of them was more decent than "his woman". Someone's woman sounded more like a person being played with.

Alas, he did hold a grudge.

However, although she knew it, she still wanted to make it clear. Maybe she was wrong. She said to him gently, "Your woman? Girlfriend? Wife?"

Looking at the face in front of him, he didn't know why he was obsessed with her, but he was damn obsessed with her.

No one could make it except her.

Now he had fallen into the hands of a woman who didn't like him, where the shame of his life came from.

He loosened his crossed hands and slightly opened his thin lips, with a hint of playfulness and sarcasm in his eyes. "Miss. Mu, it seems that you haven't understood your situation yet."

Without waiting for her answer, he continued, "In your position, if I force you, your family will send you to me."

Sheryl's heart sank and her face darkened. He was right!

However, instead of stopping talking, he continued to poke her wound and looked into her eyes. "What qualifications do you have to be a real girlfriend or even to dream of being my wife?"

Seeing that Sheryl's eyes narrowed because of his words, he did feel happy to revenge, but his heart ached inexplicably.

His hand suddenly pounded on the table.

A sudden and frightening sound was heard.

He hated the feeling of being out of control!

He stood up and leaned forward, keeping a distance of fewer than ten centimeters from each other. His breath was all over her face.

As if returning to the first time that they had been so close, he said to her, "Miss. Mu, I like you."

Now, he said to her, "You only deserve to be my woman." No one else but you!

These words were automatically translated into "she was not qualified to be the real girlfriend or possess the wife identity". She only deserved to be played with.

After a long while, she said softly, "Okay."

Well, that's it. Anyway, she had to hold him firmly. She wished that there was a pendant on his legs and she could be hung there directly.