A-List Actress: Paper Marriage but Pampering Billionaire

Chapter 1260: Chapter 1260: I Won’t Accept Anyone’s Affection for Him!

Mu Yan looked at him with a wary expression, feeling speechless. Why did she feel like, for a moment, he considered her a malicious thief trying to steal the marriage certificate?

”You keep yours, I’ll keep mine. Give me my copy.”

Jiang Jingheng said with an unchanging face, ”You have a bad memory. To avoid losing it, I’ll keep them together.”

Mu Yan, ”...”

She has a bad memory? The directors often praise her for remembering everything at a glance.

She said unhappily, ”I don’t want that! You keep yours, and I’ll keep mine.”

As she said that, she went straight to snatch it.

Jiang Jingheng immediately grabbed the marriage certificate and refused to give it to her. The two rolled into a heap on the sofa.

In the end, Mu Yan gave up and sulked to the side.

”You go live with those two marriage certificates in the future, don’t mind me.”

Seeing her upset, Jiang Jingheng went over to hug her, but Mu Yan pushed him away. He hugged again, but Mu Yan still resisted. However, he was always thick-skinned and wouldn’t give up until he achieved his goal.

He held her and coaxed, ”For such a small thing, just let me take care of it. Why do you want to keep the marriage certificate? To divorce me?”

”Stop wronging me!” Mu Yan glared at him, ”One of those marriage certificates is mine. What’s wrong with keeping it myself? Don’t other couples each keep a copy? Why isn’t someone else’s husband as domineering as you?”

”That’s because he’s stupid,” Jiang Jingheng said plainly.

”Huh?” Mu Yan looked at him in disbelief. What on earth?

Jiang Jingheng said with an unchanging expression, ”The primary purpose of a marriage certificate is to prove the marriage, and secondary is for divorce. Since everyone knows we’re married, it’s useless.”

Mu Yan looked at the man in front of her and suddenly burst out laughing.

”Where do you get all these ideas from? Who said I want to divorce you?”

”Then why do you want the marriage certificate?” Jiang Jingheng asked, looking puzzled.

”Because it’s my marriage certificate.”

”But you belong to me,” Jiang Jingheng looked at her innocently, ”Sweetheart, just consider it a gift for me, okay?”

He coaxed her, his voice gentle, with a hint of plea.

Mu Yan could never resist him. How could she not satisfy such a small request?

She snorted lightly, ”There you go playing the pity card again.”

Seeing her pretending to be displeased, Jiang Jingheng knew he had succeeded and started kissing her while holding her.

After a while, he released her, his warm breath on her face with a slight heat.

He sighed, ”Mrs. Jiang treats me so well.”

Hearing this, Mu Yan felt a bit uneasy. Was this considered treating him well?

Was his definition of ”good” too low?

Or perhaps his expectations of her were too low.

Suddenly, her heart felt both sour and swollen. The longer she spent with this man, the more easily she was moved by him, uncontrollably growing more fond of him. It seemed like this affection was increasing every day without a limit.

He’s so good, which makes her possessiveness continue to grow.

She suddenly took his phone and logged into his Weibo account.

Jiang Jingheng had always indulged her. After all, he set her fingerprint as the phone password, naturally not worried about what she might do.

Jiang Jingheng V: There’s something I’ve held back for a long time. Please, everyone, stop calling my husband ”husband.” I mind it very much and don’t want any mistresses, even verbally.

The most generous and regretful thing I’ve done in this lifetime was when a woman tried to flirt with my husband right in front of me; I only stopped her as a friend of Mrs. Jiang instead of slapping her.

I advise all women who want to be mistresses, before hitting on someone else’s husband, please look in the mirror and examine your insides. Poor character isn’t scary; there are plenty like that, but the worst is having no self-awareness.

Please remember, no matter how good he is, he’s all mine. I don’t accept anyone else liking him.