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Chapter 317: Chapter 317: Brother Qing, what do we do now?_1
Lord Night’s words were ruthless and without mercy.
Vice President Pan didn’t respond, his face stern.
Then he gave his adjutant a signal.
The adjutant said, “Mr. Night, under the national treasure protection law, once Miss Xia submits a marriage application, the Civil Affairs Bureau cannot issue marriage licenses to you or anyone else. You only have two options now: one, to marry Miss Xia; two, to face a legal suit.”
“Then sue me!”
The idea of him marrying Xia Yanyan was absurd!
The adjutant reminded him gravely, “Mr. Night, consider carefully. Once you accept the lawsuit, you will face three years in prison. Furthermore, everyone in the Night family, including your parents and brother, would have their political rights revoked. I wish to remind you that your elder brother, Mr. Ye Shiting, is currently running for president. If you refuse to marry Miss Xia, his presidential candidacy will be revoked. Please think it over.”
Lord Night’s face darkened.
The atmosphere in the guest room solidified.
For a long while, no one spoke in the room.
Two minutes later, Pan’s adjutant continued, “Mr. Night, you have three days to make a decision. After three days, we hope you will give us your answer. If your answer is refusal, we will file a legal suit to the court. Upon the lawsuit filing, Mr. Ye Shiting will be disqualified from the Presidential race, and removed from the list of presidential candidates.”
Having said that, the adjutant escorted Vice President Pan out of the guest room.
In truth, the adjutant was hoping for Lord Night’s refusal because once Ye Shiting is removed from the Presidential race, the chances of Vice President Pan winning the next election would be much greater.
At this moment, the two candidates most likely to win the next presidency, Ye Shiting and Lawson Perry, were both implicated in the gas station explosion. Vice President Pan, who was originally trailing them in public opinion, might surprisingly become the dark horse in the next presidential race.
Xia Yanyan’s marriage application came as timely rain. It was a brilliant move!
However, the adjutant leaving with Vice President could not harbor too much hope. After all, even if Lord Night refused, the Night family would still force him to agree for political gain.
Furthermore, considering the deep brotherly bond between Lord Night and Ye Shiting, how could he sacrifice immense political gain for a woman?
After Vice President Pan left, Tang Zhou and Ji Qishu entered the guest room.
Tang Zhou asked curiously, “Brother, what happened? What did Vice President Pan want with you?”
Lord Night didn’t answer, but Ji Qishu glanced at the copied marriage application on the table and said, “Is Xia Yanyan’s prospective groom you, Lord Night? What’s her game? The sister wants to snatch you while the brother wants to snatch Little Starlight, they’re really of the same bad breed. Are they planning to destroy your happiness with Little Starlight?”
Ever since Fu Zhuo was put in confinement, Ji Qishu had been forced to acknowledge the reality: Lord Night was in love with Little Starlight. He couldn’t mess this up!
“Lord Night, what are we going to do now? Are you going to break your own heart to keep things peaceful?”
Tang Zhou, however, said, “What else can he do? The other day, Lord Night told me that our marriages are meant to consolidate power, including his own marriage. They all need to serve Shiting’s cause. Even if not for Shiting, we’ve fought, struggled and risked our lives together over the years for our brothers. We have no control over our own marriages. Lord Night also said that ‘Achievement has a price.’ We are all sacrifices to the cause of pushing Shiting towards the presidency. That’s the way of a political family!”
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