Trapped in a chaotic situation, the little beauty is kissed until she cries every night.

Chapter 157 First, call me "husband" and let me hear it.
Minghua instinctively wanted to say it was impossible.

The words had barely left her lips when the hand that had been lightly resting on Yan Wenjin's chest suddenly trembled.

It was placed firmly on the man's chest.

The curves are full and rounded.

He has a very masculine physique.

Minghua subconsciously clenched her fist.

The words that were about to come out were instantly swallowed back down.

Hmm, this actually seems to be something she's capable of doing.

"So? Did you remember anything?"

"Can you believe I'm your husband now?"

But Yan Wenjin kept pressing for answers.

It was as if she was being pressured to admit to the matter immediately.

Minghua puffed out her cheeks. With no memories in her mind, her guard and unease reached their peak.

How could anyone believe what Yan Wenjin said after just a few words?

"This only proves that we had a relationship, but who knows if it was just a fling."

"You say he's my husband, so where's the marriage certificate? Where's the wedding ring?"

"Why is there nothing?"

Minghua's gaze fell on her slender, beautiful, and tender fingers, as delicate as green onions.

It was completely bare, without even a fingerprint from where a ring had been worn.

The same is true of Yan Wenjin's long, strong fingers.

Minghua's beautiful peach blossom eyes were filled with a smug satisfaction at finding a loophole in the lie.

Yan Wenjin smiled inwardly.

Minghua is so vibrant and beautiful, it makes one want to hold her in their arms and kiss her.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart.

Yan Wenjin lowered her eyes, her face showing a hint of sadness and grievance.

"The marriage certificate was because you coaxed me before, saying you had a fear of marriage."

"I don't want to get married."

"But as long as two people truly love each other, it doesn't matter whether there's a contract or not."

"Although I really want to get a marriage certificate with you, since you've already said so, I can't force you."

"It's okay if you don't want to admit it now."

As the man spoke, he lowered his head slightly, appearing to be letting Minghua make the decisions.

Fearing that Minghua wouldn't believe him, he opened his personal terminal and pulled up a property transfer document.

Yan Wenjin gave a bitter smile:
"Because we didn't get a marriage certificate, we can't share our property."

"I've already transferred all my assets to you in advance."

“I own nothing right now, including this villa I’m living in. If you don’t want me anymore, I’ll leave right now.”

After saying that, he stood up, took a step back, and turned to leave.

"Wait, wait, wait."

A barrage of words rained down on Minghua.

Everyone was stunned by the impact.

She, she used to be such a jerk.

He coaxed her into not getting married and even got her to transfer all her assets to him.

Is she such a person?
Minghua was incredulous, but the property transfer interface she had just glimpsed was unmistakably her own name.

Seeing Yan Wenjin looking dejected and about to leave, she quickly leaned forward and grabbed the man's hand.

"No, don't go."

"Don't leave yet."

We need to explain things clearly before we leave.

She could never be such a scumbag, Minghua thought weakly through gritted teeth.

Yan Wenjin glanced down at the hand that Ming Hua was holding, her tone tinged with grievance and unhappiness:
"You don't even remember me, so why are you keeping me here?"

"Go contact Fu Shizheng, and Jun Yiqing and the others will come to keep you company."

Wha, what?
Who are these two?

Minghua keenly felt that the two people's names sounded familiar.

But she couldn't remember anything for a long time. Could it be that she had gotten involved with other men behind Yan Wenjin's back?

No way!
She really is that awful.

Since that's the case, Minghua can't let Yan Wenjin leave.

Regardless, Yan Wenjin was the first person she saw after waking up, and he seemed somewhat reliable. "Don't go yet, don't go yet."

"Tell me more about our relationship."

"Look, I don't remember anything now, and you suddenly say you're my husband. Well, what I just said was just reasonable suspicion."

"Now I'm starting to believe you a little bit."

Minghua stared intently at Yan Wenjin, her index finger and thumb pinched together, forming a small arc.

I only have a tiny bit of faith that he is her husband.

Yan Wenjin curled her lips into a smile, determined to push her luck, and her tone suddenly softened:

"In that case, call me 'husband' first so I can hear it."

What the hell?
Why did she suddenly start calling me "husband"?

Minghua opened and closed her lips, but she couldn't bring herself to say the word "husband" for a long time, as if she had some kind of shame.

Yan Wenjin suddenly sighed.

"In that case, I'd better go first."

"No, old, husband, don't go."

Minghua's voice was soft and low, like a mosquito's hum.

But Yan Wenjin still heard it.

Her earlobes trembled in the air, her heart pounded wildly, and scalding blood surged from her heart to every part of her body.

Her earlobes and the entire base of her neck turned bright red.

Yan Wenjin never imagined that she would hear those two words from Minghua's mouth in her lifetime.

The amnesiac Minghua is indeed funny and entertaining.

A slight smile curved her lips.

He looked like he really couldn't do anything about her, and sat up against the edge of the bed.

"Anything else you want to know, feel free to ask me."

Minghua's face burned hot as soon as she uttered the word "husband".

I always felt that this was not something I would do.

However, seeing how pleased Yan Wenjin was, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She crawled two or three steps on her knees and sat down next to Yan Wenjin, asking the question that had been on her mind:
"What about the ring?"

If you don't have a marriage certificate, then don't get married.

You should always wear a ring, right?

Yan Wenjin glanced at her quietly, then suddenly reached up and pulled a silver chain from around his neck.

At the very bottom of the chain hangs a small ring.

No, no.

Minghua's pupils contracted; it wasn't a small circle, it was a men's ring.

Minghua's heart skipped a beat.

She looked up and met Yan Wenjin's dark eyes.

The man gently caressed the men's ring with his fingertips, showing great affection.

The words she uttered nearly drove Minghua into a corner.

"That's really a good question."

"I'd also like to ask, Huahua, my ring is here, but where's yours?"

“You said you were worried that the ring would fall off your finger easily, so I switched to a necklace and wore it around my neck all the time.”

"Huahua, you're wearing a ring on your neck too, right?"

Minghua's neck was completely clean, with nothing on it.

Upon meeting Yan Wenjin's probing gaze, the inner demon within him immediately knelt down and wailed.

Oh my god.

What was I doing before I lost my memory?

Why make her face all of this?

It just so happens that she brought this up herself, being so cheeky.

Yan Wenjin knew, of course, that Minghua didn't have any rings. The one around his neck was something he had prepared unilaterally after confirming his feelings for her.

Unexpectedly, it came in handy at this time.

However, this did not stop him from continuing to interrogate Minghua and enjoying the blushing and embarrassed expression on her face.

"Huahua, let me see your ring too."

"Or did you lose the ring?"

As the man spoke, his dark eyes locked onto her, and his tone began to turn dangerous.