Chapter 1: On the wedding night, the groom changes hands 1
"Wheat, do you have any other opinions on this prenuptial agreement? If not, then sign it."
Qiao Xiaomai buried his head in a thick document and flipped through the pages.
This was a prenuptial agreement with a thousand clauses and harsh content. This agreement not only included the property distribution content that a general prenuptial agreement would involve, but also included content that restricted her freedom of movement after marriage.
Her eyes fell on Article 4 of the prenuptial agreement, which was about gifts during marriage. It was clearly written in black and white: After marriage, Qiao Xiaomai will receive 2 million yuan per year. If the first child gives birth to a son, he will receive 2 million yuan.
A reward of 20 million yuan will be given to the daughter, and a reward of 8 million yuan will be given to the daughter. Thereafter, there will be a reward of 8 million yuan for each additional child. If Qiao Xiaomai terminates the marriage within five years, he will have to pay 10 million yuan to Jiang and his party.
She read this content several times and was no longer very interested in the content below. Then, she raised her head, took a long breath, picked up the pen, and wrote her name heavily.
Jiang Yixing was slightly apologetic: "Wheat, this is all what my mother meant. You know who she is. In fact, why is there such a need for such trouble?"
She smiled slightly and said softly: "Yixing, I can completely understand it."
He hugged her, kissed her, and said with a smile: "I know that Xiaomai is the most reasonable person. Let's go, today is an auspicious day for my mother to find someone to look forward to. Let's go and get the marriage certificate first."
After coming out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, holding a small red book, Qiao Xiaomai was relieved. It was a perfect day. They had dinner, watched movies, drank coffee, and took a walk. They did all the things that couples like to do.
When the car stopped at Qiao Xiaomai's house, Jiang and his party's eyes were blazing: "Mai Xiao, we are already husband and wife. Tonight..."
She smiled brightly, her face flushed: "Yixing, the day after tomorrow is our wedding..."
Jiang Yixing resisted his impulse, hugged her and kissed her for a long time before letting go: "That's fine, Xiaomai, I really look forward to the wedding night."
She blushed and nodded.
After the door closed, she leaned against the door and breathed a sigh of relief. Under the light, the red marriage certificate and the white prenuptial agreement showed an extremely inconsistent tone. She took out her mobile phone and called her father. While lying on the bed,
I suddenly felt exhausted, closed my eyes, but couldn't fall asleep. Could this be the legendary premarital phobia?
She casually picked up the water glass on the bedside table and took a sip. Even though it was summer, she felt the cold water hit her heart, but she was so thirsty that she drank a large glass of water in one breath.
She fell asleep very quickly, but in her daze she was very thirsty. An unknown flame slowly rose from her chest, as if someone had lit a firewood in her heart. She felt even thirstier, but she didn't want to
Drinking water, but there is a strange and strange feeling.
Suddenly, there was a suffocation in her chest, and a huge weight came over her. She said in a daze: "Yixing... why are you back again?"
Her lips were sealed, and a savage burning heat enveloped her overwhelmingly.
The breath in her mouth was completely robbed, her lungs were severely deprived of oxygen, and her whole body seemed to be on fire. She instinctively reached out to push him: "Yixing... don't do this... don't do this..."
In the darkness, she heard a strange laughter.
"Yixing...you are not a Yixing?"
Before she finished speaking, her whole body was swept by a huge force, as if her body suddenly flew into the air, and then was thrown down heavily, as if a strange force that she had never known was completely controlling her.
That night, the moonlight was bright.
Eyes that have gradually adapted can clearly see the unfamiliar silhouette - this man is not her husband Jiang Yixing!
who is he?
She was awake for a moment, struggling to jump up, but a big hand firmly suppressed her, and it seemed as if millions of insects and ants were emerging from her body and biting her slowly. It was unclear whether it was anticipation or pain. It was just that.
At this moment of hesitation, she had been completely controlled, and her whole person had become a prisoner for this night...