The Unexpected Marriage

"Scott, it seems that I was fortunate enough not to die at your hands. I should thank you for your mercy. You just sent me to
prison at that time and didn't sell me to a whorehouse."
His face was like a mask, which made Joan believe that all the beauty in the world was real. But once the mask was exposed a
little, it was awkward.
Take care.
She put her hand on the door knob, turned around and said ambiguously, "I advise you to spend some time with your beautiful
wife. If a woman feels lonely for a long time, she will cheat on you."
After saying that, she went back to the company in a good mood.
When she sat in the car, Darren's face flashed through her mind. She had helped him a lot with the design. She felt that
someone was with her since she met Darren by accident.
She was bullied. He backed her up. When she got hurt, he took her to the hospital.
However, when she thought of their agreement that she was only his nominal girlfriend, her heart skipped a beat. It was a terrible
signal. Joan started to look forward to something subconsciously.
There were two loud knocks on the door. With boss's permission, Joan slipped into the room.
"What's up?" The man's voice was cold, but when Joan approached, his ears turned a bit hot.
"Nothing." A dash of shyness flashed across Joan's face. "I just wanted to thank you in person," she said.
"Thank me?" He put down the things in his hands and walked up to Joan. "How do you plan to thank me?"
He approached Joan with an evil smile.
"I'm serious." She gently pushed him and said, "Thank you for helping me, such a powerless and ordinary person. Thank you for
always appearing in front of me when I need help."
Sometimes she could tell who was worth trust when she was relaxed. Scott was sneering at her. She was not the daughter of the
Gu family. What's more, Darren had helped her always.

Maybe she should thank that muddy rainy night, or maybe she should thank Scott for not coming to pick her up.
When he heard these words, Darren felt a little embarrassed. He looked at the simple Joan, who of course would not know the
story in his heart except for himself.
At that time, he wanted to protect her and be nice to her because she looked like his old friend.
But after getting along with her for a long time, he deeply realized that he had a crush on her, not because of that woman.
"I am free tonight. You could invite me for dinner." He pursed his lips and changed the topic stiffly.
"I don't have money, so I can't afford to invite you to any good restaurant. We can only eat the fried chicken chop by the
roadside. Do you still want to go there?"
It seemed that money was a crime. He looked at the woman in front of him and teased him with a tone of hatred.
She used to be a wealthy lady. She didn't expect that there was a change between the two roles and
she was now sitting like a small teacher with a whip.
And she could accept street stalls now. If he could eat the western food gracefully, then he should feel that he was capable of
eating the kebabs and spears with manners at the roadside.
As soon as Scott opened the door and came home, he found a pungent smoke. It was obvious that she had deliberately opened
the window and put it there for a long time, but it couldn't dissipate.
"Jean, come down!" She stood in front of the stairs on the second floor and shouted.
Before she reached the room, a porcelain ashtray rattled down the stairs. It was bought by her father at a Hong Kong martial arts
auction. Because she liked it, she brought it along with her dowry.
But now, it was broken. It made Scott furious. He rushed upstairs. On the way upstairs, Jean was sitting on the edge of the bed,
with a half burning cigarette between her fingers.
"You still remember to come back? I guess from which cave came the spider spirit, which made you so obsessed that you would
never come back."

However, before she could finish her words, she was shoved by Scott at once. "Shit! Do you think you can do anything as you
get married? You've broken things. Do you know what you broke just now?"
"What is it?" Jean stood up, straightened her neck and refused to admit her mistake. "You really have a large fortune, do you
think it's a big deal for me to break an ashtray? Look at you! You are such a mean man! "
Scott was furious. He had come back today to spend more time with his wife. Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
But as soon as he stepped into the house, he was greeted home by Jean in this way. He couldn't understand this woman who
was so pure before marriage was capable of making porridge for him every day, making love with him and kissing him with her
arms around his waist. How could she become like this.
Smoking, drinking was by no means related to innocence.
"Don't you want your baby anymore? It's okay that you don't want to live, but my child wants to live well. " Looking at the mess on
the ground, Scott couldn't help but complain, "You are such a brainless woman. Perhaps the ashtray is a pair of blue and white
porcelain. It's an antique from Hong Kong at a high price. Joan's bought it at a high price. You are so angry that you even
crumbled it. You are really unreasonable."
It would be fine if only Scott hadn't mentioned her name. However, everything seemed to have changed when he mentioned her
name. Jean was so angry that she couldn't help sobbing.
"I know you still have feelings for that woman! I shouldn't have married you. That vicious woman had hurt my child. Now my
husband seems to miss her. And just as the old people said, I can't marry the man who was once married. "
She couldn't help but sob. She didn't know whether it was true or not. Thinking of that he had called Joan a few days ago, she
was even more upset.
Scott just sat aside and said nothing. It seemed that he was trying to put a restraint on her anger. However, this kind of silence
was not the kind Jean liked. Thus, she played her last card and said, "My husband doesn't love me, and my children are not
welcomed either. What am I doing here? I think it's better for us to leave as soon as possible. We don't want to be an eyesore
here. "
However, the phone was even more noisy than that of Jean's. The phone was hung up for the first time, but it was still called
tirelessly.

"What are you doing?" The assistant was startled by the furious voice. She took the phone away from her ear. Scott was in a bad
mood now, and what she was going to tell him would make him worse.
"Scott." She said gingerly, "I heard that Mr. Li went to Mr. Lu's wine party last night. This morning, he cancelled the next project
with us and then went to the Lu Company to take over it."
What! After more than ten years of cooperation, HY Real Estate was the largest client of the simple company, almost half of the
employees' salary and the profit amount were from it.
Moreover, he had put a lot of work on Mr. Li, and he almost offered him like an emperor with incense, food, shelter, and other
things. As long as he prepared gifts, he ranked the most important on the list, he always got the best for him.
Mr. Li was a playboy and always stirred up trouble in the brothel. He even went there at midnight to clear up the mess for him.
Our efforts paid off for ten years of stability. Mr. Li said for countless times, "From now on, as long as it's my job, I'll give it all to
the Jian Company."
It was also because of this sentence that he had never thought that even HY Real Estate would be taken away by Darren.
Looking at the phone thrown out by Scott, Jean gasped for breath and stopped crying. She was a smart woman and knew that
she shouldn't be crying at this moment.
She asked tentatively, "Something happened in the company?"
"The story about 'the farmer and the snake'! That ungrateful and vicious Billy Li! "
"HY Real Estate?" Compared to Joan, the most tricky thing was that she didn't trust husband and wife's trust. The most
important thing was to manage the company's business. She had heard about the HY Real Estate, which was closely related to
the Jian Company.
Their stock, securities closely related to the Jian Company.
Scott said Darren's name through his gritted teeth. He knew it clearly who had done it, and Darren never hid it. He competed with
him openly and let the news spread to his assistant deliberately. Everyone in the business circle knew that it was his usual style!
But the truth was, he was holding Joan's design in his hand, which was like holding the biggest trump card. And now, Joan's
talents in design were like the biggest gilded brand in the Lu Company.

Under the eaves, he had to lower his head. He silently walked over and picked up the phone that had been thrown aside. He
dialed the private number of Darren Lu that his assistant had just found out.
"Mr. Lu, when do you have time? We haven't had a meal together for a long time." He tried his best to make him happy on the
phone.
It was just as he had expected. He stood up, looked at Joan, who was devouring her saliva, and left the seat.
"You're clever, Mr. Jian. Few people know my private number."
Scott greeted him politely but cursed in mind for many times. He used the gesture of the weak begging to the strong to talk about
the importance of the HY Real Estate to him.
He said, "Mr. Lu is so rich that you don't care about only the appearance of HY Real Estate, but I still have to live with the little
money you don't care."