The old lady has her ways, wanting to get a marriage certificate is simply too easy for her.
Wen Yichen angrily tore the little red booklet in his hand and casually tossed it into the trash can: "Since you're willing to take on the title of Mrs. Wen, it's up to you. Anyway, there won't be any substantial relationship between us."
Jian Ru's clear pupils were misty with moisture, looking pitifully as she lowered her head: "Grandma, I told you Yichen would be angry. Maybe we shouldn't force it, I don't want him to be unhappy."
"Sweet child, I'm sorry you have to put up with this. You must marry him, with Grandma making the decisions you don't need to fear him."
The old lady looked at Jian Ru with heartfelt concern and shook her head helplessly.
Wen Yichen stood up from the sofa, his face as cold as a millennium ice pool: "Grandma, I won't marry a woman I don't love, so give up on this idea."
After saying this, Wen Yichen went straight upstairs.
