But she really couldn't bring herself to ask, and besides, once married, that would be considered a marital duty, unavoidable.
"If you're unwilling, I won't force you," Bai Chengxi said insightfully, speaking indifferently: "Any other questions?"
"No more," Zhuo Yuqing shook her head awkwardly, "You've written it very clearly."
"Then let's sign it."
Zhuo Yuqing picked up her pen, flipping to the last page, she saw his signature, bold and flamboyant characters, 'inheritance' from Cheng, 'stone' from Xi, Bai Chengxi.
She stared blankly at his name, as Bai Chengxi lightly tapped on the table with his finger: "Any problems?"
"No." Zhuo Yuqing awkwardly averted her gaze and signed her name in another column, her heart not without hesitation, but since the decision was made, there was no reason to change it. He needed a woman to marry to appease his family elders, and she needed a man because her heart had grown cold; each had their needs, there was nothing to regret.
