Ye Shuang stared at the form in front of him, lost in thought.
Looking up, seven or eight pairs of eyes swept over him.
Did this count as walking right into the lion's den? He was just here as a guest, right? How did it suddenly turn into meeting the parents and registering for marriage?
Um, Little Yu and I... should, uh... Seeing the people around him glaring like tigers watching their prey, Ye Shuang had no choice but to say, Well, how about you let me go back and think this over at length?
What?! Is our Little Yu not cute?! Anshi Yilang slammed the table, finally blurting out the NPC-like line he had been holding in.
Exactly, exactly. Anshi Yi, who was eating popcorn on the side, nodded in agreement.
Old man, you just wanted to say that line, didn't you?! Ye Shuang retorted forcefully, then pointed at Anshi Yi. And you, do you really have to enjoy the drama at a time like this?!
Oh, uncle, the bigger the storm, the better the drama. Anshi Yi waved her hand.
Ye Shuang was speechless.
He slowly let out a breath.
Do I absolutely have to sign this? Ye Shuang said, before asking seriously, Have you even considered An Shiyu's opinion? Doing this kind of thing without permission.
Hearing this, everyone turned their eyes toward An Shiyu. Facing everyone's gaze, the short-haired girl just slightly lowered her head, twirling a strand of hair with her fingers.
I have no objections.
After saying that, An Shiyu fell silent. With her head bowed, only her bright red earlobes could be seen.
Ye Shuang was speechless again.
Hold him down and make him sign it, Anshi Haruko signaled.
Wait, wait, wait, wait!
Looking at the people around him acting as if they were going to eat him alive, Ye Shuang subconsciously coughed, but still said, I already have a fiancée!
It doesn't matter. Getting a marriage certificate here won't affect you getting one back in your home country. They are all your wings.
How can there be such a thing?!
Seeing that Ye Shuang was unwilling no matter what was said, Anshi Haruko thought for a moment and looked at Anshi Yilang next to her. Yilang, it seems we have no choice but to initiate Plan B.
Indeed, it's still lacking a little spark. Anshi Yilang nodded as well. After all, forcing it like this really wouldn't work, especially with a guy like Ye Shuang.
Since Mr. Ye is unwilling, then please stay here for the time being.
Stay here? Ye Shuang was taken aback.
Yes. You lot, escort Mr. Ye to the guest room to rest first, Anshi Haruko told the several people beside her.
Yes, Head of the Family.
...
...
Late at night.
Ye Shuang sat in the guest room. He then stood by the wooden door, reached out to push it, and pulled it a bit. It seemed to be locked from the outside, so it could not be opened from the inside. This was a log-style bedroom with an en-suite bathroom, looking clean and tidy.
His phone had also been taken away, and messages had even been sent to Chen Qin and the others right in front of him, generally saying that he would not be going back tonight.
If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have come over by myself. Ye Shuang thought about it and finally sat on the edge of the bed.
Since An Shiyu had that kind of personality, the Anshi family naturally wouldn't be very serious either. He had completely just delivered himself on a silver platter.
However, Ye Shuang truly hadn't expected such a thing to happen.
A bunch of inappropriate old folks.
At this moment, a piece of paper was still lying on the table nearby. It was the marriage registration form from earlier. According to their intentions, if he didn't fill it out, he wouldn't be able to leave here.
I just made up my mind about the matter with Bai Yuyou, and you want me to marry An Shiyu... Ye Shuang pinched the bridge of his nose and had no choice but to slowly lie down.
Staring at the ceiling for a few seconds, just as Ye Shuang closed his eyes wanting to think for a while, he turned his body slightly, only to feel a tickle on the tip of his nose. Opening his eyes again, he found a young girl lying beside him, also on her side, her face resting on her hair.
Yo.
You... The girl was naturally Anshi Yi. Seeing that she actually appeared on the bed, Ye Shuang sat up and looked around. When did you get in?
Ninjas, amazing, right? Anshi Yi also sat up straight, then crossed her legs and tossed a lollipop into her mouth.
Stop looking, I turned on invisibility.
... Ye Shuang looked back at Anshi Yi. The girl's pajamas were very short right now, and her slender, snow-white legs were just crossed there. When she noticed Ye Shuang's gaze, Anshi Yi stretched her leg over. Want to touch?
No, thank you.
Oh. Anshi Yi pulled her leg back.
Ye Shuang retracted his gaze and sighed. What the hell is your family doing? Are they serious? Or is it a joke?
Hmm... Anshi Yi thought about it, her teeth making crunching sounds against the candy. Joke, serious, that kind of thing doesn't matter anyway.
She gave a thumbs up. This is destiny.
Does this have even half a cent to do with destiny?! It's the people in your family who aren't normal, right?!
Saying that is going too far. Anshi Yi spread her hands. This is also for your own good. You might not know the ancestral teachings of the Anshi family.
Ancestral teachings?
If a girl from the Anshi family has someone she fancies, then that person only has two possible outcomes.
What?
Either get married, or die, Anshi Yi said calmly. Ninjas are not allowed to have feelings.
Looking into the girl's serious eyes, Ye Shuang froze for a few seconds. What the hell, why would there be such an ancestral teaching? It's fake, right?
It is fake.
Then why were you being so serious about it?!
Well, I was just trying to lighten the mood, Anshi Yi smiled.
I actually feel like the mood has gotten worse. Ye Shuang just felt exhausted.
Are you angry?
No. Ye Shuang's voice lacked energy.
I'll let you touch the slimes then, what a petty man.
I don't need to.
Mine are bigger than Little Yu's, you know, Anshi Yi poked.
I already said that's not the issue!
Anshi Yi spread her hands. You really are angry. Even though we are close enough to be butt-slapping buddies.
... Ye Shuang looked away. I don't remember.
... Anshi Yi quieted down.
Today, I met a strange man, Ye Shuang suddenly spoke.
So you like men?
Thump!
He is the head priest of a shrine, and we talked a lot. Ye Shuang slowly said, Accepting all of this might be the best outcome. I feel that what he said wasn't unreasonable. From the perspective of a bystander, I know exactly what the right thing to do is, but when I'm actually in the situation and have to make a choice, I find that I can't do it.
What do you think? Ye Shuang asked.
Shiranai (I don't know). Anshi Yi was a bit speechless. I have no idea what you guys talked about, do you think I have super hearing?
...
Forget it. Little Yi, help me open the door, I want to go back, Ye Shuang said.
Opening the door or whatever, I can't do that either, Anshi Yi said.
Why?
Because I was locked in here too.
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