Song Yi immediately saw through her intentions and said, leisurely, “If you dare run, I’ll expose how you took advantage of me.”

Wang Xiaoke shuddered at the thought of the entire company, with hundreds of people, looking at her as if she were a thug.

“Song Yi, you’re despicable!” Wang Xiaoke snapped, furious.

“Madam Wife, those words should be coming from me,” Song Yi said, gazing at her like she was a heartless woman. “After all, I’m not the one who deceived someone’s feelings.”

Wang Xiaoke had never had strong footing, and now she felt even more guilty and uneasy.

“Fine, if marrying you isn’t going to work out, just do whatever you want. Kill me, torture me—do as you please,” Wang Xiaoke closed her eyes, steeling herself and deciding to throw caution to the wind.

“Miss Wang Xiaoke, it seems you’ve forgotten what I said earlier,” Song Yi said, his tone switching in an instant, and he used a different form of address.

What did he say? Wang Xiaoke’s heart skipped a beat.

“Since you don’t want to marry, I won’t force you. Let’s just settle this in court,” Song Yi said, his voice tinged with faint disappointment.

Wang Xiaoke wanted to shout in frustration—he spoke so nicely, but it was all just to pressure her into compromising.

“Wait, wait! I was just joking earlier. Don’t take it seriously. Please don’t take it seriously!” Wang Xiaoke felt on the verge of a breakdown, but she forced a smile.

Song Yi looked at her smiling face and, with a slight curve to his lips, the light in his enchanting eyes grew even more mesmerizing.

“I was just joking with you, Madam Wife. You don’t have to worry.”

Don’t worry? It’s easy for him to say, but when she gets slandered, it won’t be him bearing the consequences.

“Let’s communicate properly; only then can we solve the problem, right?”

Song Yi nodded in agreement but immediately struck where it hurt: “So when shall we go get the marriage certificate?”

Their eyes locked, and Wang Xiaoke’s mind began to race. “Don’t you think we should date before getting married?”

“Marriage is something we can talk about after we’re married,” Song Yi concluded decisively.

“No, listen to me, it feels different if we talk about love after we’re married,” Wang Xiaoke said, speaking as if she had experience.

“Madam Wife, you seem quite experienced,” Song Yi said with a tone full of mystery. “So, what are you trying to say?”

Wang Xiaoke looked at him sincerely with her big eyes. “So, let’s date first and then get married.”

Song Yi rested his chin on his hand, deep in thought. “It’s not impossible to agree to that, but what if you decide you don’t want to be responsible and run away or marry someone else? What would I do?”

“I think I have good character,” Wang Xiaoke mumbled under her breath.

“I don’t trust you. After all, you just deceived my feelings not long ago.”

Wang Xiaoke was left speechless by Song Yi’s words, unable to rebut.

“So, what do you mean?” she asked cautiously.

“I’ve thought it over, and I think we should sign a pre-marriage love agreement.”

Wang Xiaoke was about to reject it immediately, but Song Yi shot her a look, and she instantly fell silent.

Before long, with the help of his assistant, a strange pre-marriage love agreement was drawn up.

“The agreement is valid for one year.” Song Yi handed her a copy of the agreement.

Wang Xiaoke skimmed it briefly. It mostly contained typical relationship demands, like showing up for dates and answering calls, but with a somewhat forceful tone.

“Why does this agreement mostly have requirements for me?” Wang Xiaoke said, feeling a little defeated.

“Because the uncertainty in making this agreement lies with you. So if you fail to fulfill any part of it, I have the right to cancel the agreement and immediately move to the wedding stage, or take it to court—your choice. If you’re okay with that, just sign below.”