Chapter 3: Let's Get Married
Franky Qin wasn’t about to let a prime opportunity slip through his fingers.
Naïve young girls like Sophia Shen were the easiest to manipulate. Get her to a hotel, take a few compromising photos, act like the concerned boyfriend in front of her family, spread a few rumors—it was a foolproof plan.
But now that someone had stepped in, Sophia finally snapped out of her daze and stood her ground.
"Who the hell is your girlfriend? We don’t even have each other’s WeChat, you don’t have my number, and yet you’re calling me your girlfriend? Then I might as well say you’re a human trafficker trying to abduct an innocent woman."
Her voice was loud, drawing even more attention from the surrounding guests. The commotion quickly attracted the hotel manager.
"Sophia, if you want to argue with me, do it at home. There are so many people watching. This is inappropriate," Franky softened his tone, still trying to maintain his act, but then he lowered his voice and threatened, "Besides, I was introduced to you by your grandmother. Do you really want to make a scene?"
"Ugh, don’t act all familiar with me. Who knows if you’re part of some scam operation that fooled my grandma?" Sophia exaggerated a gagging motion, making the guests chuckle.
"Miss, do you need me to call the police?" the hotel manager asked, worried the situation was escalating.
Before Sophia could respond, Franky exploded.
"You ungrateful woman! Your grandma already gave me your household registry! She told me to marry you! You think I’d be interested in a gold digger like you? Even if you paid me, I wouldn’t want you!" he sneered, pulling a red booklet from his pocket and waving it triumphantly.
"See this? It’s all here. Your grandma even texted me, saying she’d arranged everything. Go ahead, call the cops. This is a family matter—they won’t interfere."
Sophia’s face darkened.
She had already rejected so many blind dates, yet her grandmother had gone behind her back and arranged for some random man to marry her? Even giving away their household registry? Just how desperate was she to shove her granddaughter into a marriage?
The murmurs among the crowd grew louder. People were whispering about how it was shocking that a grandmother would push her granddaughter into such a situation.
"Give me that registry." Sophia’s gaze locked onto the booklet in Franky’s hand.
She recognized it instantly—their family’s household registry had been updated recently, making it easy to distinguish. A sticky note was still attached to the cover. This was definitely the real deal.
"Oh, now you care? Too bad! Unless you agree to marry me, you’re not getting it back. I don’t need anything—except a wife. And since I have this, you belong to me. What’s there to be afraid of?" he smirked, shaking the booklet smugly.
The next second, a slender, fair-skinned hand reached out, gripping Franky’s wrist firmly. With a slight twist, the booklet slipped from Franky’s grasp into the hands of Alexander Qin.
"Try reading a law book sometime. That way, you won’t be both stupid and despicable." Alexander’s cold voice sounded from behind Sophia as he stepped forward, shielding her from Franky’s view.
"You… I get it now! You’re her lover! You two—"
Splash!
A glass of ice water was dumped over Franky’s head.
Alexander calmly set the empty glass down. "A mouth is for eating, not spewing garbage."
The crowd erupted into laughter, their whispers turning into open discussion.
Franky glanced around, realizing the tides had turned against him. His wrist still throbbed from Alexander’s grip. This man was dangerous.
Gritting his teeth, he shot Sophia a venomous glare. "You’ll regret this! We’re not done!"
Then, casting a wary glance at Alexander, he scurried away.
As the chaotic scene dispersed, Sophia let out a deep sigh, exhaustion washing over her.
Once they were finally alone, she mustered a weak smile at Alexander. "Thanks for stepping in. Sorry for the trouble."
Alexander met her gaze, his expression unreadable. Then, he uttered three words that left her completely stunned.
"Let’s get married."