Chapter 5 DON'T JOKE AROUND.

Mide raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms. "Is there a need to go out? Strictly speaking, we are already husband and wife. With or without the wedding, we will eventually have to see each other, so there's no need to be shy."

Wuraola realized that her idea of the two of them getting married was different from Mide's. She thought they were just cooperating, while Mide clearly thought they were really getting married.

No, she needed to correct his terrible idea.

"Mide, come here." Wuraola waved her hand. "We need to communicate well and reach a consensus on this particular matter."

"What?" Mide sat down, with Wuraola facing him. "Why are we getting married? To bring down your father, right? So actually, we are in what seems like a fake relationship. This marriage is different from other marriages."

"So?"

"So, compared to normal couples, we are more like partners, comrades-in-arms, right?" Wuraola said earnestly.

Mide nodded meaningfully, "Hmm."

"You can't change clothes with your partner or comrade-in-arms, right? Very soon, we will be husband and wife to the outside world. And about this marriage, we will give ourselves three years. After three years, when we bring down my father, we will agree to divorce. You can have the freedom to do whatsoever you want."

After saying it all at once, the big stone in Wuraola's heart finally fell to the ground, and the uncomfortable feeling of thinking that she was going to get married soon disappeared.

The light in Mide's eyes dimmed, and he looked deeply at Wuraola before turning and walking out the door.

IN THE STUDY.

Mide propped up his head, not understanding why he felt so uncomfortable and unhappy after hearing Wuraola's words. Wasn't he originally in a cooperative mindset and didn't really plan to be with her for the rest of his life? What was he feeling so uneasy about?

Before Mide could adjust his emotions, the housekeeper knocked on the door and announced that everything was ready and that Wuraola had changed her clothes. He had to temporarily put aside his messy thoughts and get up to return to his family's house.

As he walked to the staircase, Mide saw Wuraola standing in the living room before he went downstairs.

Her slender figure and well-proportioned body, especially her long legs wrapped in a skirt, were particularly eye-catching. Her upper body was shapely.

Wuraola was not stunningly beautiful, but her good temperament made up for it. Her eyes seemed to be able to speak, and her red lips and white teeth were adorable. Her delicate facial features and hot figure formed a sharp contrast.

An angelic face with a devilish figure.

Deep down, Mide regretted recommending this outfit to her. It was too provocative. He had just wanted her to change it, but then he remembered what she had said. He was so angry that he snorted and went downstairs, walking straight out.

Watching Mide brush past her, Wuraola was so confused and didn't understand what his cold snort meant.

Did she accidentally offend him?

"What are you dawdling for? Come out," he called from the door without waiting for her to ask anyone, and she hurriedly followed him out.

The car drove in silence, and the air was awkward. Wuraola had intended to ease the atmosphere, but she couldn't find a suitable topic and eventually gave up, leaning against the seat and falling asleep.

Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of an old-fashioned mansion, and the two of them got out and walked in.

"My Mide, you finally came back. We've been talking about you every day. Come sit down. Your father went out to see a friend and will be back soon," a woman dressed in a luxurious dress said, deliberately flattering him with her words. She stopped her exaggerated greetings only after he sat down. She scanned the room and saw Wuraola standing quietly on the other side.

"And who is this...?"

For the records, Mide had never brought any women home, let alone to the family house. For a while, everyone thought he was gay.

Unexpectedly, Mide walked up to Wuraola and put his arm around her shoulder. "Let me introduce you to my wife, Wuraola."

Boom!

Mide's stepmother felt like a thunder had exploded in her head, as if it was going to blow her head open. The joy on her face earlier drained and disappeared instantly.

"Lol, Mide don't joke around. This is not funny at all," his stepmother's lips twitched, unwilling to believe this shocking fact. What about her niece whom she had spent so much effort in raising and building a relationship with Mide?

She sat down on the sofa.

"When have I ever joked with you?" Mide turned around with Wuraola in his arms. "When the old man returns, get someone to inform me."

He didn't give his stepmother any face, neither did he need to. He took Wuraola straight to his room.

"Why did your stepmother seem surprised? She looked like she couldn't accept the fact that we're married," Wuraola felt strange.

Mide played with a toy on his shelf and had no interest in talking about his stepmother. "You'll find out later."

He sat on the sofa. "If you have time, think about how to deal with my father later. He'll be surprised to see you. Not just surprised, but probably frightened."

Not too long, Mide's father came back.

In the living room, his stepmother was pacing to and fro like an angry mother hen. "Do you know who your son brought with him here? He brought a woman! He actually brought a woman back!"

Mide's father didn't care and casually flipped through the newspaper. "He's grown up. Isn't it normal for a man to have a woman? It's time for him to find a wife. I think Laide is a good choice."

The stepmother screamed out loud, "You still want to find him a spouse? He has already brought his wife home!"