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The man's voice brought Zi Yan's memories back to reality. She had long since gotten rid of that woman, she had grown up, she was getting married today, and this good-looking man in front of her was her husband.

His nose was very high, and Zi Yan had never seen anyone with such a high nose. His eyes were very dark, but they were also very cold, like ice pillars under a roof. His face was very beautiful, not the traditional square face of a Chinese.

"Woman, have you seen enough? Before you ask me to fulfill my obligations, I feel that you need to sign this contract."

The charming man, Zhuo WeiTing, walked to the bedside and pulled open the bedside table. He took out a long prepared contract and handed it over to Zi Yan.

"If you don't sign, Song Qianshan won't get a single cent."

Seeing that Zi Yan was unmoved, Zhuo Wei Ting said with a cold expression.

Hearing the man's words, Zi Yan had a moment of joy. Song Qianshan didn't get a dime, did it mean that they would go bankrupt? Then, would the Song Family return to their original state?

However, this thought only lasted for a moment. She thought of the elderly Ah Ma. If those Song people could do anything, they would definitely harm Ah Ma.

"I'll sign."

Zi Yan immediately took out her hand, but when her smooth arms came out of the blanket, she was so scared that she retreated back.

Although she was wearing a sleeveless outfit, she had never revealed herself in front of a man.

"What, are you still pretending to be shy at this time?" "Sign here."

Zhuo Weitang pulled Zi Yan's hand out of the blanket, placed the pen into her hand, and pointed at the signature with a cold smile.

Zi Yan's hands were shaking because of this man's mockery. Because of the Song family's glory, as long as she signed it, that Song fella could continue to be mighty.

Can you not sign it? At this time, can you not sign?

"Hurry up, I don't have time to dawdle with you. If you don't sign this, then sign this. This is today's banquet money. If you sign it and pay it back, then this young master has nothing to do with you."

Zhuo Wei Ting impatiently said as he took out another document.

He had already expected these women to know how to play tricks, so he was fully prepared. No one would be able to do anything under his nose, and no one could take advantage of the Zhuo family.

Zi Yan didn't hesitate any longer and signed the contract with Song Laidi's name. If her luck was good, maybe a year, if it wasn't good, maybe more. When she left, she was only 21 or 22 years old, so she could start over.

"OK, you are very cooperative. Tomorrow I will get the lawyer to settle this contract properly."

He put the contract back in the drawer, stood up, took off his suit jacket, took off his tie, and took off his shirt …

One by one, in the end, there was only a pair of panties left.

Zi Yan was staring at him at first, but as the clothes on his body dwindled, her face became hotter and hotter. Her body also became hotter and hotter, spreading out from her chest.

"In order to ensure your bloodline, from today onwards, you are not allowed to leave the Zhuo Family until you are pregnant."

Zhuo WeiTing sneered as he lifted the quilt. Looking at the naked young girl under the quilt, it was as if someone had pointed a finger at him.

"I doubt it. Are you really twenty years old?"