Upon learning that my best friend's brother needed a partner for a marriage alliance, I immediately volunteered myself. After all, he's handsome, wealthy, and has that cold, abstinent vibe. The key point is, he gives a seven-figure monthly allowance. After getting married, I hugged my best friend and snickered. "From now on, we'll spend it together." But tonight, when my best friend and I tried to sneak out to the bar in the dark, we were blocked right at the door by the man. "How about not going out?" 1 I married my best friend's brother. But the two of us are like roommates sharing a house. When Julian leaves for work in the morning, I'm sleeping. When I go out clubbing at night, Julian hasn't gotten off work yet. The bar is full of lights and wine, handsome guys and pretty girls swaying freely to the rhythm of the music under the influence of lights and alcohol. Ava downed the glass in front of her and shouted at me over the noise. "You come out with me like this every night, my brother doesn't care?" I smiled gently at the young guy diagonally in front who kept stealing glances at me, slowly tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, and then spoke slowly. "How could he? I don't even see your brother's face all day, how can he manage me?" Ava tugged at my skirt lightly, looking a bit unnatural. I ignored it, circling my index finger on the wine glass, continuing to talk to myself. "I'm not familiar with him, and he can't control me. "Also, let me tell you, I think your brother, he doesn't..." Before I finished speaking, a figure stood beside me. Thinking it was the shy boy just now, I raised my left hand and turned around wanting to tell him I'm married, but heard Ava stuttering. "Bro... Brother, you also... came here... what a coincidence haha." I straightened my back unconsciously and turned my head awkwardly. "What a coincidence." Julian stared straight at me, his usual cold eyes gone, replaced by heat and bewitchment. He parted his thin lips slightly. "Not a coincidence, I came to find you." Pausing, he leaned down, close to my right ear. "To be precise, I followed you here." The hot breath exhaled between words was like an electric current, making me numb. Before I could react, Julian took off his jacket and wrapped me tightly, grabbing my wrist and preparing to leave. I had a flash of inspiration, pointing at Ava trying to struggle. "Ava is still here, you feel assured leaving her alone here?" Julian turned sideways and glanced at Ava expressionlessly. Ava quickly raised her hands in surrender. "I will call a designated driver to take me home now, immediately, right away." As soon as the words fell, Ava walked away without looking back. Leaving me alone in the wind. What happened to sharing weal and woe? ??? On the way home, Julian didn't look at me again, nor did he say a word to me. Although he drove with an indifferent expression, the veins bulging on his hands on the steering wheel had already exposed his full anger. I dared not make a sound, taken home by Julian like a quail. As soon as we entered the house, Julian pulled me into his arms and lowered his head to kiss me. I pushed and hit wanting to scold him, but he took this opportunity to kiss me deeper. Until he felt I wasn't resisting so much, Julian gave me a moment to breathe. I couldn't stand firm. Sensing this, Julian chuckled lightly and picked me up horizontally. "Just this?" I glared at him reproachfully, my tone unconsciously carrying a hint of coquetry. "Isn't it all your fault?" Julian's body stiffened suddenly, breathing became a bit rapid, eyes darkened, looking like a storm was coming. I hooked my lips and leaned forward to offer a kiss actively. But Julian turned his head to avoid it, his voice deep. "You clearly saw that little boy in the bar liked you just now, yet you smiled at him." I raised my eyebrows secretly, is this jealousy? My curved index finger slowly hooked up Julian's tense jaw, forcing him to look at me, and I bit his lower lip lightly. "Are you sure you want to mention other boys at a time like this?" 2 The moonlight outside the window was just right, and the atmosphere inside was thick. But Julian was still pursuing unromantically. "Why?" I frowned slightly, feeling Julian was really a killjoy. "That was just a little boy, and he had friends with him. Was I supposed to walk up directly and warn him not to look at me?" I raised my left hand in front of his eyes. "I'm wearing a wedding ring. Whoever dares to hit on me, I'll show it directly and tell him, I, am, married." Julian looked at the wedding ring on my ring finger, a smile brewing in his eyes, corners of his mouth rising completely. But I didn't see these. I lowered my eyes and rubbed them helplessly. Julian gently held my left hand, interlaced his fingers with mine, and rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb repeatedly. "Then what did you mean by saying you're not familiar with me and I can't control you?" I was stunned for a moment, tilting my head to look at Julian. "Didn't you say before that we are only husband and wife in name, and have nothing to do with each other after marriage?" Julian's deep eyes scanned my face back and forth. After confirming I wasn't joking, he put me heavily on the sofa. Supporting himself against the wall with both arms, he encircled my whole person in his arms. He leaned in, stopping at a distance of a fist from me, voice hoarse. "'Nothing to do with each other'? Good! Very good!" My body lightened, Julian got up and walked straight back to the room, slamming the door loudly. I stood there pondering, my guess seemed to be confirmed. Julian seems to really be impotent. If the first time Julian didn't touch me was because he wasn't feeling well. What about this time? The atmosphere was all set! Julian clearly felt it too, but he still didn't touch me. Then there is only one possibility— Julian can't do it! After figuring this out, I suddenly realized. No wonder Julian wanted to be husband and wife in name only with me, and gave me so much living expenses. Before knowing the reason, I dared not spend Julian's money recklessly, holding a black card purely as a decoration. Now knowing the reason, spending money feels justified. At worst, I'll take more care of him in daily life. After all, Julian is more or less my sugar daddy now. After Julian left the next day, I went straight to Ava's house. I pinched Ava's neck with a fierce look. "What happened to stabbing yourself for your best friend? You defected too fast, didn't you? Did it take more than three seconds?" Ava smiled sheepishly and winked at me. "Then stabbing your best friend twice can barely count as stabbing yourself, right?" I was speechless. Seeing I didn't respond, Ava shook my arm and acted spoiled. "My good Chloe, you know too, my brother's killer look is too scary." I sighed and let Ava go. After all, let alone Ava. I myself am also scared to death of Julian's look. Actually, Ava, Julian and I grew up together. Originally quite normal, laughing and playing happily. But Julian just had to act crazy, inexplicably becoming aloof. A girl also has self-esteem. After I initiated conversation with him several times and he ignored me, I never looked for him actively again. My relationship with Ava was as good as ever, but I became more and more distant from Julian. Later Julian's killer look reached the peak. So perverted that he only needed to glance at you lightly. Even if you didn't do anything wrong, you would feel guilty as hell. I was never a rule-abiding person. So as soon as Julian's gaze fell on me, I felt so guilty I wished I could confess all the mistakes in my past life on the spot. Therefore, I always stayed as far away from Julian as possible. But now, I actually married Julian. Two parallel lines that originally crossed and then separated, crossed again after Ava's birthday. 3 After celebrating wildly outside, Ava felt it wasn't enough, insisting I accompany her home to continue drinking. Julian was home alone, but he wasn't feeling well, greeted us simply and went back to his room to rest. Ava and I drank in the living room for a long time. In the end, Ava lay motionless, and I still had a trace of rationality. After barely dragging Ava back to her room to lie down, I staggered out again to drink the remaining wine. Until feeling dizzy, I shook my head, groping my way back to Ava's room based on memory. But probably because I drank too much, I groggily entered Julian's room. Waking up, my clothes were scattered all over the floor. Julian had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, shirtless, brows furrowed tightly, cheeks flushed red. I felt something was wrong, reached out to touch, and sure enough Julian was running a high fever. Knowing Julian's house always kept a medicine box, I quickly got out of bed, put on clothes, and prepared to go out to get medicine for him. We are all adults, I planned to digest last night's events myself. But when tiptoeing out of Julian's room, I accidentally bumped into Julian's mother. At that moment, I collapsed inside. I tried hard to squeeze out a fake smile. "Auntie, good morning..." Julian's mother looked at the just closed door, then at me with messy hair. Her expression was first stunned, then gossipy, and finally ecstatic. Our families have been friends for generations, and Julian's mother has always liked me very much. As if afraid I would slip away, she held my hand tightly with excitement, and called Julian's father and my parents. Both parents laughed from ear to ear, even starting to discuss wedding details on the spot. Ridiculous! It was me who reminded Julian's mother that Julian was running a high fever, allowing him to successfully take fever medicine. 4 After Julian recovered, he actively found me to explain. "That night, we... actually nothing happened." I understood, nodded, didn't think it was strange. When getting out of bed that day, my body indeed felt no discomfort. I was puzzled at the time. With Julian's height of 1.88 meters, looking slim in clothes and muscular without. Logically it shouldn't be. Wait! We both stripped like that, yet nothing happened? This Julian... Could it be... he can't do it? "Cough cough..." Perhaps my scrutinizing gaze was too obvious, Julian coughed twice, ears slightly red. I woke up from a dream, smiling awkwardly. "You explained to me because of our parents, right? "They were also dizzy for a moment, making random matches. "Don't worry, since nothing happened between us, I'll go back and explain clearly to my parents and cancel this marriage. "And even if something happened, actually..." Julian interrupted my chatter with a calm face. "No." I blinked, a bit confused. "Then?" Julian looked at me seriously, eyes warm and calm. "I want to marry you." "Huh?" "I thought about it carefully. Our families are old friends, and both sides are familiar with each other. "My family is indeed urging tight, and you also broke up..." I made a stop gesture, puzzled. "Wait, how did you know I broke up?" I only told Ava about dating Leo, even my parents didn't know. And breaking up with Leo happened two days ago, I planned to tell Ava tomorrow. Julian pursed his lips, dodging my inquiring gaze. "You... said it yourself that night." "Oh." I nodded thoughtfully. Drinking makes it easy to forget things, don't know if I said other messy things. Julian continued. "We can be husband and wife in name only, have nothing to do with each other after marriage, just to deal with elders in the family." My eyelid twitched uncontrollably. "Husband and wife in name only", "nothing to do with each other", "deal with elders". Who would have thought these words came from Julian? Seeing no response from me, Julian upped the ante. "You also said that night you wanted lots and lots of love, if not, then you wanted lots and lots of money." My mouth twitched. Heavens. Being drunk isn't scary, being drunk and having someone help you recall is truly scary! Julian calmly took out a black card, dealing me a fatal blow. "This is my supplementary card, no limit, no password, use it as you like." The black card was too dazzling, Julian saying this seemed to be glowing. I nodded inexplicably. Julian took me to the Civil Affairs Bureau to handle the procedures right then. Walking out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Julian handed me a key. "This house will be our marital home. I've had people clean it up, you can move in anytime directly. "If you want to today, that's also fine." I held the marriage certificate in my left hand and the key in my right. Felt something wasn't quite right, but couldn't quite put my finger on it. An inexplicable illusion of helping count money after being sold. I was quite curious, when did Julian make these preparations? This is too sufficient! He even had my household register? Ridiculous!
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