Chapter 50 The Wedding Ring


    "It''s no big deal. My parents owe me a lot of money. After I fell out with them, they refused to pay


    me back. It''s a family matter. I can handle it. There''s no need for you to get involved." J''s tone


    was rxed even though she deliberately omitted the most important part.


    Ethan nced at her from the corner of his eye and sighed.


    It was true that he didn''t know that much about the Lind family, but since J was being stubborn


    about it, he respected her decision. "Fine. But if you need any help, just tell me."


    J nodded obediently and lowered her gaze. "Okay," she said softly.


    Ethan pinched her cheek and warned in a low voice, "And from now on, you have to tell others that


    you''re married."


    "Okay, okay, okay. Do you want me to wear a sign with the word ''married'' on it?" J raised her


    head and red at him, pouting like a spoiled child.


    "It''s for your own good. It''s obvious that Christopher guy had ulterior motives. Trust me. His


    intentions were written all over his face." As he spoke, Ethan pulled J closer to him.


    "What? In that case, why couldn''t I see it? Christ has helped me before. Don''t be so quick to judge


    him." J rolled her eyes helplessly.


    "Are you kidding me? It''s all over his face that he wants to fuck you," Ethan snorted, his eyes


    darkening dangerously.


    How could he say that?


    J looked at him indignantly. Ethan was always such a jerk.


    "Can you, for once, act like a normal guy? Not everyone thinks like you."


    "True. I guess he''s different from me. I''m legal to do you, he isn''t." Ethan raised his eyebrows in a


    rxed way.


    At a loss, J pushed him away and scurried on ahead, her ears burning red.


    Even after they got home, J still gave Ethan the cold shoulder.


    After knocking on her door to announce his presence, the man walked into her room carrying a


    ss of warm milk. "Are you nning to ignore me forever, Miss Lind?"


    Without so much as ncing at him, J continued to draw. Suddenly, Ethan took her hand and


    stuffed something cold onto her palm.


    Startled, J looked at the item in her hand. It was an old tinum ring iid with an emerald.


    The edges already had a lightyer of patina. The ring seemed to carry a long history with it.


    "What''s the meaning of this?"


    "My mother left it for me. Put it on. That way, people will know that you''re a married woman." Ethan


    leaned against her desk, looking at the ring on her hand with a slight smile.


    Turning the ring over, J shrugged and slipped it onto her left ring finger. The dark-colored


    emerald shone dimly on her fair slender finger. It looked good on her, but the ring was one size too


    big.


    Holding her hand up, she tried to hold back a smile.


    "It''s very beautiful. Thank you," she said stiffly.


    That weekend, J took the things she got from the Lind family to a second-hand shop.


    But the shop assistant offered a price far lower than she had expected.


    "How could all of this be worth only twenty thousand? The bag alone is worth more than that!" J


    was so angry that she felt she was about to explode. It was painfully obvious that the shop assistant


    was taking advantage of her.


    "Any second-hand good is priced at ten percent of its original price." The shop assistant sneered at


    Jcently. Then, after punching a couple of numbers into the calctor, she snapped,


    "Get out if you''re not nning to sell your things. There''s a line behind you."


    "All of these are authentic!" J stubbornly continued to bargain. Twenty thousand dors barely


    covered Hannah''s hospitalization. "Surely you can offer me something higher!"


    "I don''t care if it''s real or fake. They''re all second hand. Plus, they''re all old models from more than


    a decade ago. Only this Hermes is worth something. Do you think this is a charity? I can add five


    thousand for the bag, but that''s the best I can do. If you still think it''s too low, take your things


    somewhere else." The shop assistant could tell that J was in urgent need of money and


    deliberately used this to her advantage.


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    Feeling helpless, J epted the money even though she was getting the short end of the stick.


    Just as she turned around to leave, a woman in her early thirties stopped her. J saw from her


    name tag that she was the shop manager.


    "Miss, why the long face? Were you not able to sell your goods at an ideal price? If you stillck


    money, perhaps you''d be willing to sell the ring on your finger. We can give you a good price for it!"


    The shop manager smiled, staring at the emerald ring on J''s finger, her eyes shining greedily.