Flash Marriage with a Mysterious Man

"A person actually lives in a place like this?" After looking around the less than ten-square-meter room twice, Huang Qingtian's expression subtly changed.

Nanling State in China belongs to a first-tier major city. There's a saying in China—Nanling, Beiling, and Dizhou!

That is to say, Nanling State, Beiling State, and Dizhou are the biggest and most prosperous cities in China. These three areas harbor the nation's largest corporations and shopping paradises, brimming with business opportunities. To strike it rich overnight isn't a dream when referring to these places.

Therefore, Huang Qingtian really never imagined Nanling State would have areas akin to slums. And the little guy who just registered their marriage with him yesterday lived in such a place?

The psychological shock for him was no small matter.

"I'm poor, okay…"

In Mu Keren's eyes, the frown that had creased Huang Qingtian's brow just now was a clearer sign of disdain for her dwelling than any words could have expressed.

Yet, Mu Keren seemed utterly indifferent to the scorn he showed.

"Is it too hot? Do you need me to fan you?" She handed the only small fan in the room to Huang Qingtian.

The level of stuffiness in the room surpassed Huang Qingtian's expectations.

In the month of June, outside was as hot as a griddle. Although the sun was fierce, there was at least a slight breeze.

But in this room, it felt like a steamer for buns. Not only hot but suffocating too.

In this environment, Huang Qingtian had stayed for less than five minutes and was already sweating profusely. Mu Keren's condition was hardly any better.

Yet, Mu Keren handed the only fan in the room to him. Actually, it wasn't because she cared about her cheap husband but rather…

She wanted him to see just how poor she really was, to make him give up any illusions and quickly go with her to the civil affairs bureau to get the divorce certificate.

On the other hand, Huang Qingtian, who had accepted the fan, looked at the small fan decorated with cats and seemed lost in thought.

Honestly, he really hadn't planned to do anything to Mu Keren today. He just wanted to have a clear talk with her before he left.

Little did he know, she'd lead him to see just how dire her living conditions were.

And it was at this moment that Huang Qingtian made a certain decision.

"This room is too hot, it's unfit for living!" When Mu Keren lifted her head to look at him as she heard his voice, she saw the lips of Huang Qingtian tightly pursed. His grey-green eyes seemed to sparkle. At that moment, he was exceptionally captivating.

If it weren't for the fact that he had forcibly taken her to get their marriage certificate upon meeting, Mu Keren believed she might have not been able to resist having other thoughts about such a rare beauty as him.

Harboring a grudge against him, Mu Keren retained her rationality, "Yes, it's unfit for living. It's unbearably hot…" Her implication was clear: it's so hot, you should roll back to where you came from.

However, just as Mu Keren thought her words were clear enough, Huang Qingtian said, "Come with me."

At that moment, Mu Keren was so stunned she couldn't regain her composure.

What on earth was happening here?

She was so poor, yet this man, far from despising her, actually wanted to take her away with him?

Was the cheap husband she had accidentally picked up simply too good of a person, or did he have other motives?

In fact, Mu Keren was more inclined to believe the latter.

By the time Mu Keren regained her senses, she realized the man's large palm had already covered her small hand.

She looked up in shock, and upon meeting his grey-green eyes, he said to her, "Pack your things."

"No…" Out of the belief that a stranger couldn't possibly be so kind to her, Mu Keren forcefully shook off his large palm and then attempted to run away.

Unexpectedly, he was incredibly fast. As soon as she shook off his hand and was getting ready to stand up and run away, his long arm had already wrapped around her waist and lifted her squarely onto his shoulder…

This sudden sense of being airborne filled Mu Keren with panic.

As for Huang Qingtian, who was carrying her, he effortlessly walked over to the pink suitcase, "This should be everything, right?"

He had looked around the room several times now; there were no cabinets. The room was small but tidy. In other words, her important belongings should still be in this suitcase.

Then, without waiting for Mu Keren's consent, he grabbed the suitcase with his other hand and briskly carried her out of the door, downstairs…

All along the way, an indignant Mu Keren shouted a few times.

"Put me down, or I'll call for help!" Mu Keren felt extremely uncomfortable.

Being carried like this, her entire body was prone on his shoulder, her head was throbbing from the blood rush, and her stomach was pressed up against him; it was truly unpleasant.

But in the face of her threats, the man was unmoved. He continued to carry her, striding forward.

"Somebody help…" His indifference clearly angered Mu Keren.