An Zhisu had no intention of hiding him, so he spoke frankly: "An Zhisu, who is sitting in front of you now, is no longer the eldest lady of the An Group. An Zhisu now has nothing, no money, no connections, and no backing. You, Ye Lancheng, have everything, so I need to borrow your fiancée's identity to get back what I want."

The naked truth popped out word by word from An Zhisu's little mouth, making Ye Lancheng's face, which had never been expressionless, a complex look, and his brows frowned almost invisibly.

If he remembered correctly, An Zhisu was the daughter of the An Group, and she was loved by all her friends. She had only been fifteen years, so why did she be so despaired? What happened to her?

"You don't have to worry that I will be reluctant to terminate the engagement with you in the future. The agreement is very clear. After a year, you will propose to terminate the engagement. Just give me one year. I will not always occupy the position of your fiancée." An Zhisu added when he saw that he did not speak.

Ye Lancheng still didn't say anything. He looked at An Zhisu with indifferent eyes. The girl's appearance was completely different from what she had in her memory. He didn't know what kind of temperament she was when she was a child, but he thought it must not be like this now.

There was a difficult-to-know helplessness hidden in her eyes. The look she looked at him was filled with hopes of saving straw that she didn't know. Ye Lan had an illusion that if she rejected her, she would be desperate.

Ye Lancheng didn't speak, but An Zhisu's little hand was clenched into a fist involuntarily. When he came, he prepared a lot of words, but now facing Ye Lancheng like this, she forgot the lines she had prepared before.

Time passed by minute by minute, and it was heard that the needles fell from the huge presidential office. In this silent confrontation with Ye Lancheng, An Zhisu was the first to defeat. She took a deep breath and stood up slowly.

"Sorry, I'm making you embarrassed."

Although An Zhisu really wanted Ye Lancheng to agree, she was not a person who was forced to do so. It was right to think about it. Perhaps no man would like to do such a thing.

“No embarrassment.”

Ye Lancheng's voice finally rang in An Zhisu's ears again after being silent for a long time, which made An Zhisu's footsteps that were about to move.

"You..." An Zhisu was not sure what the four words he meant, whether to agree or not.

Ye Lancheng raised his hand and lit his slender fingers on the chair: "Sit."

An Zhisu sat down again, his ears couldn't help but stand up, waiting for Ye Lancheng's final answer.

Ye Lancheng picked up An Zhisu's engagement agreement again in her hand, and then under her gaze, he put more than ten pages of agreement into the paper shredder and smashed the agreement little by little.

An Zhisu's heart completely sank to the bottom of the lake and failed. This is his answer.

The pink fist was clenched, and An Zhisu tried hard to control his emotions. She comforted herself, nothing, didn’t she expect this answer when she came? This road was not clear, and at worst, she could find other ways. She was not killed in the mental hospital. Now that she came out, can’t she survive?

Comforting herself like this, An Zhisu calmed down, and she quickly accepted the blow of failure. She stood up again, turned around and walked towards the door.

“We’re getting married.”

An Zhisu put his hand on the door handle and was about to open the heavy office door, Ye Lancheng threw four words like a bomb behind him.

We are getting married!

An Zhisu secretly exhales, Ye Lancheng refuses her to propose a fake engagement, but takes the initiative to marry her! Did she hear it wrong, or did Ye Lancheng get crazy?

Considering that the possibility of both is very small, especially after the latter, An Zhisu turned his body to Ye Lancheng again, and asked with no certainty: "Fake a marriage?"
Chapter completed!