Chapter 3

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Wine glasses intertwined on the dance floor, and ambiguous atmospheres mixed up. It made men and women in the crowd get intoxicated with overwhelming pleasure. Two men in the private room were unaffected. Yu Yang ordered two high-degree drinks and knocked on the table. “Are you unhappy?” The two had grown up together. The dog-headed military counselor Yu Yang could tell at a glance that Shen Jingmo’s mind had gone wrong again.

“Let me guess…” Yu Yang’s peach-shaped eyes under the glasses curved up when he saw that Shen Jingmo did not respond. He smiled maliciously. “Ever since you left the army, your family had searched for girls for you to go on blind dates. Does your mother force you to get married?”

The man had his head lowered at first, but when he heard this, he looked at Yu Yang with a murderous gaze. “Next time, I’ll throw you into the sea to feed the sharks if you link your mother to forcing you.” Shen Jingmo didn’t say whether his guess was right or wrong, so Yu Yang guessed that he was right.

He laughed out loud. “Are you still Young Master Shen unafraid of anything? It’s just a marriage. Why are you hiding? Besides, even if you can hide from the first day of the new year, can you hide from the fifteenth day? Aunt Wu will get the news in two days. Do you still plan to stay in Deepsea?” However, Deepsea was already on its way back.

“If you really can’t do it, you can take the initiative to contact a few women and see if you can find a suitable one who is willing to fake a marriage with you. After all, you have completed your mission once the wedding is over. After that, you can have some fun and no longer have to be nagged at.” Yu Yang said indifferently. The young masters of Yan City did this when they were of age, so he was already used to it. They could get married as long as they were suitable in all aspects. They honestly do not consider feelings.

“Don’t tell me you’re still thinking about that little cotton ball?” Yu Yang suddenly thought of something and asked carefully. The others didn’t know, but only Yu Yang knew that the usually arrogant and chill Young Master Shen had someone marked in his heart.

Shen Jingmo ignored him and pressed on his phone with his slender fingers. He deliberately had turned off his phone for a long time. ‘I’ll just keep quiet.’ Yu Yang recalled when Shen Jingmo first mentioned little cotton to him while he looked at the countless WeChat messages that flooded in as soon as he turned on his phone.

It seemed when he was 16 or 17 years old. Was it during the second year or the first year…? All sorts of WeChat messages constantly buzzed in his phone. His mother, Mrs. Wu, bombarded his chat box with one at the top of the list aside from the group messages. The most recent one was [Shen Jingmo, you’re outrageous. You’ve been away for more than a month. But it doesn’t matter. I can still help you get married even if you are not here. I have a big heart who doesn’t hold a grudge against a small dog and find you a girl who can match you in all aspects and go around in circles.]

Shen Jingmo didn’t know the girl who accompanied him eight times and took turns with his mother, but he didn’t look up. He rubbed his throbbing temples and closed the chat box. Therefore, he missed a few pieces of information about this girl in the middle–the young lady’s name is Mu Qingyu. She was from the Mu family in Jingchuan. [I’ve met her once, and she’s gentle and pretty. Only she can tolerate your dog temper. Don’t be silly. Come back and finish the ceremony!]

Yu Yang accidentally glanced at the last sentence on the screen. Even though he was well-informed, it still shocked him. ‘Aunt Wu… You’ve arranged marriage?’ He still sailed on the sea, and he suddenly had a wife. “Aunt Wu is even more badass than you. Your whole family is ruthless, honestly.” Yu Yang said very sincerely. “She’s just an ignorant little girl.”

Before Shen could finish his sentence, Yang kicked him hard. “Just accept your fate, Young Master Shen. It’s useless no matter where you run to now!” A few minutes later, all the young masters in Yan City’s upper-class circle knew that the inkman Shen Jingmo traveled the seas and that marriage had fallen from the sky. For a moment, the initially quiet group chat became lively. And red uniformly filled Shen Jingmo’s phone screen. It was unknown if they had discussed it beforehand, but the cover of all the red packets had the words [wishing Young Master Shen a happy marriage] written on it!

As for whether he was happy or not, only Shen Jingmo himself knew. He was sluggish to open the red packets in the group, so Yu Yang snatched his phone and helped him collect them one by one. His balance quickly increased by more than 100,000 Yuan. “Don’t forget to invite these brothers to your wedding!” He grinned.

Shen Jingmo couldn’t take it anymore. ‘One more word, and I’ll arrange for everyone to eat at your table first.’ No matter how far he ran, he could not escape from her. Deepsea would return to the nine regions sea in half a month or less. He would have nowhere to hide when he returned home.