Flash Marriage: Accidentally Married to the Cold CEO Liu Cheng·Chapter 1 Only Give Me Five Minutes

"...To you, me! To you..."

It's Christmas Eve. A red sports car is parked outside the T University Foreign Language Institute dormitory building, facing the dormitory entrance. The trunk is wide open, filled with a carload of roses. Candles are arranged around the car in a heart shape.

A man in a suit, with thick hair wax on his head, leaned against the car door, arms crossed, striking a pose he thought was cool. He held a loudspeaker and shouted up to the building: "To Yu, from the second-year French major, I..."

When Yu was originally studying in the dorm, from the moment she heard the first "Yu, I," her scalp tingled and goosebumps rose. She dropped her book, ran to the desk, and looked down. Even worse, she was utterly dumbfounded.

Below, a crowd of people has gathered. Many people from inside the dormitory building are also peeking out from their windows.

"That…" cleared his throat and shouted down, "Classmates—I don't know you—"

Unfortunately, the voice was drowned out by the huge amplified sound.

The man downstairs hadn't heard the words, he continued shouting into his megaphone and saw someone appear on stage, giving a thumbs up with pride.

“......, what happened?” Roommate Li Xin ran out of the bathroom and, seeing the situation below, exclaimed with excitement, “My god! It's Fang down there! So romantic! Christmas Eve, luxury car, roses, a public proposal... you are so lucky!”

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The crowd downstairs was growing larger and larger, their amplified voices echoing throughout the entire building. At felt very embarrassed, sweat beading on her forehead, but her attempts to explain were completely ignored.

He had no choice but to push open the dormitory door and go downstairs.

The man downstairs saw her appear at the dormitory door, his face beaming with triumph. He tossed aside the loudspeaker and strode forward, grabbing Yu's hand and saying deeply and affectionately, "You came down..."

She jerked her hand away from him, flustered. “Classmate, who are you? We don’t know each other, right? Could you please not be under our dorm building…”

A companion beside the man said, "Well! Even T-University has people he doesn't know? You should at least try to act like you do."

"Don't want to stay downstairs? Oh, no problem." The man gave a wicked smile: "I've already arranged a candlelit dinner at the hotel. Let's go now."

You big headed ghost! I'm getting desperate here, need to explain again: "Classmate, what you're doing, shouting so loudly downstairs in the dormitory building is disturbing the peace. You're interrupting my studies and the rest of your classmates' sleep. Plus, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, the ringtone of his cell phone rang. Upon seeing the caller ID, his eyes widened and he was stunned for four or five seconds before coming to his senses. He ignored the noisy crowd around him and hushed them with a "Shh—". He cleared his throat solemnly and answered the call, softly saying, "Hello—" .

"Go to the T University gate. It's a five-minute walk. Go alone." A cold voice came from the receiver. Though magnetic, his tone was icy cold, his attitude leaving no room for argument.

Then the phone call hung up.

For a moment, he didn't react, holding his phone motionless.

Not far away, the roar of a car engine starting abruptly caught his attention. A low-key black sedan turned slowly and drove away into the night.

— That is his car. He is back?

There is a flutter in my heart, yet also a surge of excitement.

"... so, let's go. Tonight's candlelit dinner won't disappoint you, and if it gets too late afterwards, you can just sleep at the hotel, I already have a room booked for you..." The man in front of her was still talking non-stop, then he came over to pull her again.

“Are you the one?” he took a step back and said, “Excuse me, I’m ignorant, but I really don’t know you, and I don’t feel like we need to have dinner together. Thank you for your kindness, I have something urgent to attend to, so I have to go.”

When he was finished speaking, he walked out of the crowd and ran straight toward the back gate of the school, leaving Fang and the rest of the onlookers behind.

Five minutes... only five minutes! You know that person hates it when people are late.

But... T University is really big... Yu's heart is breaking.

When Yu finally saw the black car in the secluded grove by the back gate, he was completely out of breath.

The person in the car sat behind the wheel, expressionless. They glanced at their wristwatch with their left hand and tapped their finger, signaling for someone to get in.

Upon opening the car door, I carefully got into the passenger seat.

"...Mr. Zhao," such a title felt odd given their relationship, but I couldn't think of a better way to address him.

"—Eight minutes." The man moved his gaze from his wristwatch, speaking in a cold voice. He had a handsome face with ruggedly masculine features, but paired with a pair of classical and delicate Dan eyes, there was a contradictory yet harmonious beauty to him.

The atmosphere was icy cold.

"I... I ran here..." She wanted to explain, but didn't know how. She really did run with all her might!

"My grandma's video call." The man didn't care, he just coldly said a sentence and opened his phone's video.

The instant the connection was made, a man's voice said, "Smile."

A concise one-character command.

“Ah?” He hadn’t even reacted yet when the face of a gray-haired, somewhat haggard old man appeared on his phone.

"Tinglan, ah..." the old man laughed.

"Grandma," Zhao Tinglan called out. Although there wasn't much of a smile on his face, his voice was gentle and warm, a stark contrast to his previous demeanor.

"Grandma—" Yu also hurriedly said into the phone, a big smile on her face.

"Oh, alright, alright. I knew you young people would be celebrating Christmas. That's why Tinglan rushed back to be with you. Oh, ah... because of my illness, Tinglan stayed with me abroad for a whole month. Don't blame me..."

"No...," Zhao Tinglan had already taken over the conversation before he could finish his words, "Grandmother, how are you feeling today?"

"As always, don't worry about me. You young people have fun, before you know it, it will be New Year's again. Take a trip out there..."

Grandma asked again about how things were going at school recently. At was well-behaved and answered one by one. Grandma also reminded Zhao Tinglan of some things, and Zhao Tinglan also responded with a good temper.

Upon seeing Zhao Tinglan like this, the unease in my heart gradually melted away.

After ending the call with her grandmother, she tentatively asked, “Grandma… is your illness stable now?”

" — Get off the car." It was again a cold, emotionless voice.

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