Madam Li's Identity Is Exposed Again!

Chapter 671: Chapter 671: Even if everyone doesn’t recognize it, I do!

Li Beijue brushed aside the bag she offered, his tone dominant and forceful, “I want you to feed me!”

“You have hands, eat by yourself.” Chi Enen held firm, refusing to feed him any longer, as she had realized that if she continued, what would be eaten was not merely a biscuit.

Li Beijue’s eyebrows frowned, visibly displeased. Chi Enen pretended not to notice and, seeing that he was unwilling to help himself, thought of a compromise. She took a biscuit and brought it to his lips, “I’ll feed you, eat.”

Li Beijue’s pupils narrowed, and his handsome face tensed up, as though he had no intention of eating.

Chi Enen had already decided that if he refused to eat, so be it. Just as her hand was getting numb and she was about to retract it, the man who was scowling at her opened his thin lips and bit into the biscuit, beginning to eat.

He looked as if he were eating charity food, his dissatisfaction nearly spilling over his face. While eating, he still made sure to threaten through gritted teeth, “Only this once, never again, or else…”

Would she be thrown into coal mining? Chi Enen fed him another biscuit, cutting off his “or else.” Then she called out to him for the first time, “Li Beijue.”

“Hm?” The arrogant man had lips and teeth full of the sweetness he loathed most, which kept spreading along his throat. His eyebrows were tightly knitted; if these biscuits hadn’t come from Chi Enen, he would immediately spit them out and vigorously rinse away the cloying taste in his mouth!

All his energy was focused on enduring the sweetness, and his response was distracted.

Shit!

Why did pregnant biscuits have to be made so sweet?

Was the chef who made these biscuits lacking taste buds? Couldn’t they tell how sweet they were? Such ugly biscuits and they still dared to sell them—if not killing someone, they’d at least cause death by sweetness.

“You… were you busy with engagement matters during the daytime?”

He suddenly looked up, his gaze falling on the clear-eyed little lady.

“You didn’t get engaged last night, did the Old Master get angry? What did he say? Will you lose a lot because of this?”

Before Chi Enen could finish speaking, she was interrupted, “No!”

Li Beijue pulled her into his embrace, his eyebrows and eyes full of heroic spirit, “I’m already married!”

“Country W doesn’t recognize our marriage certificate, so you’re not considered married.” She wasn’t foolish. If Li Beijue’s grandfather had spoken to her like that, it meant their secret marriage was essentially a piece of garbage without legal effect. Him using the excuse of being already married to fend her off only made her realize that he was truly under immense pressure at the moment.

“Who told you that? Duke Habsden?” A flicker of sinister intent passed through Li Beijue’s eyes as he firmly gripped her waist and enunciated every word, “What do I care if Country W doesn’t recognize it? I acknowledge it, and that’s enough! Even if no one else does, I do! Even if everyone disagrees, I want it! Marriages are between two people only. If you want that piece of paper, wait until this period passes, I’ll give it to you. And if you don’t want it, that doesn’t matter either. In any case, my certificate will only bear your name, and if you don’t write it, no other woman will ever appear on it—forever!”

Utterly domineering, stubborn to the extreme!

Suddenly, Chi Enen didn’t feel so pressured. When she had faced his grandfather back then, she had said the same thing. Marriage is just two pieces of paper, and as long as the two people acknowledge it, that’s enough.

She was certain when she had spoken back then, and now, hearing him echo her words, what could possibly make her waver?