Using power to force marriage

His mother was a victim; she was deceived by a scumbag and was pushed down the stairs while she was six months pregnant, nearly losing her life along with her unborn child.

Both mother and son were sacrifices to the philandering of the wealthy. The mother bore the stigma of being a mistress, hated by everyone like a rat in the street. The son suffered endless bullying and humiliation from a young age, struggling to survive in the cracks of society.

Why can the perpetrator still enjoy a life of wealth and comfort, while the mistake he made is just a trivial romantic affair? This is unfair.

Ruan Fu met Miss Jiang's resentful gaze. "Are you getting out of here or not? Are you waiting for a second slap?"

Miss Jiang didn't dare to say anything more, so she covered her face and slunk away.

Ruan Fu turned around and looked at He Yiheng with concern in her eyes, "Don't take her words to heart, just pretend she's talking nonsense."

He Yiheng's gaze remained fixed on her, as if it were always the same. Ruan Fu was always the one who brought warmth and light to him during the darkest and most gloomy moments of his life.

Zhao Jingnian, who was waiting outside the He family's old house, glanced down at the watch on his wrist. Ruan Fu had been inside for almost half an hour and hadn't come out yet.

He couldn't sit still any longer, so he got out of the car and went inside to look for the person.

He Jinbai said that Ruan Fu left after paying her respects to the old man, and that she should no longer be in the old house.

That's really strange. He Jinbai said that the person was not in the old house, but Zhao Jingnian guarded the door and did not see Ruan Fu come out at all. Could such a living person have disappeared into thin air?

A young maid stepped out from outside the mourning hall and said that Ruan Fu had just asked her about He Yiheng, and that she might have gone to the backyard.

It was He Yiheng again. Hearing this name, Zhao Jingnian suddenly felt a headache coming on.

He hurried toward the backyard to look for someone.

In the back corridor, He Yiheng thanked Ruan Fu.

He was terribly pale. He had argued with the old man last night, and the old man died during the argument.

The entire He family said he was the wicked son who had angered the old man to death. They tied him up and made him kneel by the old man's bedside to receive family punishment. The whip marks were bloody and shocking. He was covered in wounds and hadn't even had time to treat them.

Worried about his mother's safety, he hadn't eaten or drunk anything for almost a day and a night, and his body was about to give out.

Ruan Fu's face gradually appeared as a double image in front of him, making it difficult to see clearly.

"He Yiheng, I know about your mother's situation. Don't worry, I'll go talk to my dad and brother, and I'll ask them to find a way to help you."

He could barely hear what was being said; his mind was a complete blank, his face was deathly pale, and his body was trembling.

Ruan Fu sensed that he wasn't feeling well, so she reached out to check his forehead temperature.

It's very hot.

"You have a fever?"

She was a little anxious. "You have to go to the hospital now. I heard you were disciplined by your family."

He Yiheng's wound was not treated in time, and the infection caused a high fever.

At this moment, his steps were unsteady, his body swayed, and he couldn't stand up at all.

"He Yiheng, what's wrong?"

Ruan Fu reached out and supported his body.

He opened his arms and pulled Ruan Fu into his embrace, resting his head on her shoulder and leaning his entire weight on her.

This scene was witnessed by Zhao Jingnian, who had come to search for the missing person.

His wife was being held in another man's arms.

She pushed him twice, but He Yiheng was already exhausted and could only lean on her to stand up.

"Let me go, I'll call a doctor for you." Ruan Fu was about to shout for help, but before she could even open her mouth, she saw Zhao Jingnian walking towards her with a gloomy expression.

He grabbed He Yiheng by the back of his collar, pulled him away from Ruan Fu's arms, and then punched him without saying a word.

He Yiheng was already weak and exhausted, so he couldn't withstand Zhao Jingnian's punches and fell heavily to the ground, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

If someone else makes a move, they will most likely lose control and become ferocious.

But Zhao Jingnian was completely different. When he withdrew his hand, his posture remained upright and dignified, without any hysterical shouting or vulgar rebuke.

The oppressive aura emanating from him was enough to chill one's heart; it was the kind of imposing presence that only those who had long held positions of power possessed.

"Does Young Master He even know how to behave?"

He Yiheng looked extremely disheveled, half-dead and collapsed on the ground, too weak to get up.

Ruan Fu pushed him angrily, "Zhao Jingnian! Why did you hit me?"

She wanted to crouch down to check on He Yiheng, but the man beside her grabbed her arm and forcefully pulled her into his embrace.

She struggled a couple of times, but the difference in strength between men and women meant she couldn't break free at all.

Zhao Jingnian admitted that he had acted impulsively just now, but He Yiheng's repeated challenges to his bottom line made him unable to tolerate it any longer.

He was only punched once and collapsed to the ground, unable to get up. How dare such a piece of trash try to compete with him?

Zhao Jingnian looked down at the man on the ground with disdain.

Ruan Fu looked up and met his deep, unfathomable eyes, which held a hint of anger. "He Yiheng is sick," she said helplessly. "Can't you at least find out what's going on?"

Does being sick give you the right to hug your wife whenever you want? There's no such logic in the world.

Zhao Jingnian was very unhappy at the moment, suppressing his surging jealousy, and tried his best to speak to her in a calm tone.

"His surname is He, and the He family won't let him die."

After saying that, he pulled Ruan Fu away by the arm, determined not to let her continue to pay attention to He Yiheng.

Zhao Jingnian walked very fast, taking large strides, and Ruan Fu, whose arm she was holding tightly, was clearly having trouble keeping up with him.

Her arm ached from his large hand gripping it, leaving a reddish-purple handprint on her fair skin.

He put her in the car and only let go the moment he closed the door.

"What's wrong with you? You're really hurting me!"

Ruan Fu's eyes were red and swollen. She looked down at the marks of varying depths on her wrists and arms, feeling both wronged and angry.

It really hurts!

Her skin was so fair and delicate that it would turn red with the slightest touch, let alone when he pulled and tugged it so roughly.

Zhao Jingnian was so angry that he didn't pay attention to his limits. When he saw the glaring purple-red pinch marks on her arm, he realized that he had really been a bit irrational.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Fu."

He apologized to her in a gentle voice, and tried to reach out to rub her injury, but Ruan Fu ruthlessly dodged him.

"I don't want you to touch me!"

Zhao Jingnian frowned, his face showing annoyance. He thought that Ruan Fu was angry with him because he had hit He Yiheng, and that was why she didn't want him to touch her.

"Xiao Fu, can't you be a little more obedient?"

After saying this, he ignored Ruan Fu's struggles and resistance, wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and pulled her onto his lap.

Immediately afterwards, the first-aid kit popped out of the car, and he found the right ointment, squeezed it into his palm, and applied it to her bruises.

Ruan Fu was filled with grievances, and tears streamed down her face from the pain.

"Zhao Jingnian, I hate you!"

She choked back tears, her voice thick with sobs, as she accused him of his crimes.

"How dare you hurt me! You almost broke my arm! I hate you..."

She cried incessantly, and while Zhao Jingnian was applying medicine to her wounds, she kept cursing him as a bastard.

After applying the medicine, Ruan Fu was still crying, glaring at him resentfully.

"Xiao Fu, I didn't mean to."

Zhao Jingnian looked at the bruises on her arm with heartache and felt very guilty.

I didn't mean to hurt you.

She said stubbornly, sobbing, "But you've already hurt me."

Zhao Jingnian was unaware that He Yiheng's mother had been kidnapped and punished by family discipline, nor that he had been severely humiliated by Miss Jiang and had developed a high fever.

All he knew was that this guy kept pestering his wife and even hugged her tightly when he wasn't around.

Zhao Jingnian has always been a steady, calm, and restrained person; nothing and no one can easily stir his emotions.

Except for Nguyen Phu.

It seems like it's always the same; anything or anyone related to her becomes his emotional trigger.

"You were acting like a madman just now! You scared me! Apologizing won't help."

Zhao Jingnian's heart was pierced by a knife, and endless bitter acid churned within it.

His girlfriend said he was like a madman. Would she dislike him and stop loving him because of this?

No.

A feeling of unease and fear welled up in Zhao Jingnian's heart, a feeling he had never experienced before.

"But Xiao Fu, he was holding you just now. He was trying to take you away from me. How can I stay calm?"