Chapter 130 - Husband

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“Nian Nian?”

“Nian Nian, didn’t you tell Barrister Mo about us?” Han Liang looked at Xia Qingyi beside him and smiled again. “Oh, it’s my fault, it’s my fault, Nian Nian has been together with me for the entire day today, it’s no wonder she didn’t tell you. Then let me formally introduce to you, I am Han Liang, and Nian Nian’s husband. She is my wife who I’ve been searching for a long time, Song Yuenian.”

Xia Qingyi did not really dare to look at Mo Han’s expression, she could imagine that his expression had to be astonishing. But when Xia Qingyi sneakily raised her head to look at him, there was no expression on his cold face. He only stood there for a long time and did not speak.

“I want to bring Nian Nian home, but she insisted on coming here. I had no other choice, so I hope to let her stay with you for a while more. I will take her home after a few days when she has adjusted a little better,” Han Liang said.

“If I have not guessed wrongly, she is probably not of a legal age to marry yet,” Mo Han looked at Han Liang, his voice was colder than Xia Qingyi had ever heard.

Han Liang smiled, took out the marriage certificate and showed it to Mo Han. “You worry too much. Nian Nian is 21 years old this year. We are childhood friends and we grew up together. After she went to university, we went to collect our marriage certificate on the day she turned 20.”

Mo Han glanced at Xia Qingyi and attempted to look for signs of a 21-year-old from her face, but no matter how he looked, he only saw a struggling high school student. But the marriage certificate Han Liang held out clearly showed her true age, and Mo Han was unable to refute him.

Mo Han closed the marriage certificate. He did not really want to look at the photo of an unfamiliar Xia Qingyi smiling with another man.

The Xia Qingyi that he knew, who was the girl standing next to him right now, was clearly not the wife this man was talking about, Song Yuenian.

But unfortunately, Mo Han could not find any evidence. No matter whether he believed it or not.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“I will not believe your words by purely basing on a marriage certificate. What a lawyer wants is evidence,” Mo Han returned the marriage certificate to Han Liang.

“Of course. If you don’t mind, you can come with us to F City next time. That is the place where I grew up with my wife, and there’ll be a lot of the evidence that you said. Nian Nian may even get back her lost memories when she returns there,” Han Liang smiled as he looked at her.

“Thank you, but it’s not early now, we should rest,” Mo Han pulled Xia Qingyi into the house and reached to close the door.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow,” Han Liang said to Xia Qingyi in the house.

Mo Han closed the door with a loud thud, leaving Han Liang outside.

Han Liang was still smiling even after hearing the door shut. He looked at the door as he said in a low voice, “Nian Nian, I’ll definitely not let you go this time.”

Mo Han’s face immediately changed after he closed the door and asked Xia Qingyi with an angry look on his face, “When did he find you?”

“Today during class.”

Mo Han stood in the living room, while Xia Qingyi leaned against the doorway entrance and stared the painting of a scenery on the opposite wall, the two of them in silence.

“Did you remember anything after seeing him?” Mo Han asked.

“No.” Xia Qingyi lowered her head. “I can’t remember anything.”

“I’ll go with you tomorrow.” Mo Han stopped but he continued to speak.

“Where are we going?”

Mo Han looked at her. “He will come to take you to F City.”

Xia Qingyi’s voice was feeble, and she gave a long sigh. “Okay.”

She straightened her body and stopped leaning against the doorway entrance. She did not look at Mo Han and walked towards her own bedroom. “I’m a little tired, I’ll rest first.”

“Remember to come out and eat later,” Mo Han said.

“No, I’m not going to eat.”

Xia Qingyi had thought about it many times before – what kind of situation it would be when her own family came to find her one day.

Would she cry? Would she get angry? Or would she be so happy that she was unable to speak?

But she only felt tired now.