Blatant Lies

Sheng Nanxuan paused. He looked at Gong Mo and said, "We'll sign a prenuptial agreement if you want to. I don't have anything to my name anyway, so I'm not worth one."

Fang Yang felt like jumping off a building. Stop telling blatant lies, Boss!

Gong Mo said, "I… I have nothing either. I have no assets to my name and my house belongs to my mom."

With that said, she began to worry. They were two penniless peasants so were they going to have a no-frills civil wedding without a car, house, reception, rings, or honeymoon? She touched her abdomen and suddenly felt sorry for her child. Don't worry, baby, Mama will work hard to earn money to not let you suffer!

"Ding-dong." The bell rang.

Fang Yang turned to open the door and waitstaff wheeled a meal cart in. "Good afternoon, customers. Here is the lunch you ordered."

"We don't want the wine anymore," said Sheng Nanxuan. "My wife is pregnant."

Wife? Gong Mo turned her head to look at him. How could he say that so naturally?

When she turned her head back, the waitstaff had already placed all kinds of food on the dining table.

Gong Mo tugged at Sheng Nanxuan's sleeve inconspicuously. He cast a glance at the tiny movement she made and a sereneness overcame his heart.

"How much does all of this cost?" she whispered.

"Relax, they've already been paid for. It'll be a waste if we don't eat."

"They've already been paid for?"

"My card was declined. If the meal hasn't been paid for, Fang Yang would not have placed the order."

"Well… Well, let's eat this meal properly, then. We might not have such good meals in the future."

"…" Why did she sound like she was talking about a "last meal?"

After lunch, Sheng Nanxuan checked out of his presidential suite. Fang Yang followed him out of the hotel.

He explained to Gong Mo, "I was only able to enjoy myself here previously because of Nanxuan and I couldn't have afforded the presidential suite myself. I'll find a hotel near your house to stay in and help you prepare your wedding in the meantime."

Gong Mo was surprised. She asked, puzzled, "Did you not own that car from before?"

"It's a perk of staying in the presidential suite."

"Oh…" Gong Mo looked at Sheng Nanxuan. "Don't be so wasteful next time."

"Relax, my card has already been frozen."

"Alright, let's get in." Fang Yang waved down a taxi.

"No!" cried Gong Mo.

"Why?"

"How can we take a taxi when we have no money?" She said softly, "Let's take the train."

Fang Yang stared at Sheng Nanxuan blankly. The latter said, "Let's take the train, then."

Resigned to his fate, Fang Yang carried their luggage and followed them to the train station.

Gong Mo felt a little embarrassed and wanted to help. "Let me help you with that…"

"No way!" Fang Yang was shocked and shrank away from her as though she were a ghost. "I'll carry these myself!"

Sheng Nanxuan reached out helplessly to carry one of the suitcases.

"Bo—" Fang Yang held on to the luggage. "Nanxuan, let me carry it."

"This luggage is mine." Sheng Nanxuan looked at him like he was an idiot.

He released his hand hesitatingly, wiped away his sweat, and muttered, "All this is temporary, right? You won't settle the score when the time comes, right?"

"You're so long-winded! Keep up!" Sheng Nanxuan glared at him. "You're such a huge letdown. You'd better be careful or your boss will dock your pay when you go to work."

"Ah, ah, ah, I'm coming! Don't dock my pay!"

"Humph!" Seeing that they were approaching the escalator, Sheng Nanxuan reached out to hold Gong Mo's arm. "Be careful."

Gong Mo was surprised and retracted her arm while blushing. He seemed quite gentle.

There were only a few people in their carriage when they boarded the train, so the three of them found some random seats and sat down.

Two stations later, after all the other passengers had already departed, Gong Mo turned to Sheng Nanxuan. "I'll tell you about my family background, alright?"

"Sure." Sheng Nanxuan cast Fang Yang a look.

Fang Yang headed to another carriage with luggage in tow.