Using power to force marriage

"This is different."

She pursed her lips, her voice slightly raised, "How is it different?"

Zhao Jingnian said helplessly, "You are my only colleague in life, so of course it's different."

"Who would want to be your only one?"

A defiant glint appeared in her eyes; it was practically childish.

Without saying another word, the man slowly went upstairs and into the study.

Seeing that Zhao Jingnian hadn't returned to the master bedroom, Aunt Sun became worried. "Miss, are you and Mr. Zhao going to sleep in separate rooms? Tonight is your wedding night."

Ruan Fu said nonchalantly, "They already said they need an air-type partner."

"It's as if I really care about him. I'd rather live this kind of widowed-like marriage and have some peace and quiet."

Satisfied, Ruan Fu put the bank card into her pocket and imagined her wonderful married life, living a carefree and comfortable life with the old man's money. How wonderful!

They agreed not to interfere with each other, and she could use the money however she wanted; Zhao Jingnian had no say in it.

Aunt Sun: "Miss, a gift box was just delivered by courier. I put it in your master bedroom upstairs."

"I guess it's a gift from Shutan. I'll go upstairs and open it later."

Zhao Jingnian was working in her study while she was downstairs playing happily with the cats and dogs, undisturbed by each other.

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[I'm speechless. Our boss isn't taking care of anything important on his wedding night; instead, he's putting pressure on us.]

[Exactly! Where's the boss's wife? Isn't she going to do anything about it?]

In the study, Zhao Jingnian sat at his desk, upright as a pine tree, holding a video conference.

The project manager privately complained to his colleagues on WeChat, saying that it was unheard of for someone to work on their wedding night.

Today is the deadline for the acquisition of Xiguang Energy, which happens to coincide with my wedding.

Whether it's life or personal matters, Zhao Jingnian forces himself to strictly adhere to his established schedule.

He was like a pre-programmed, precisely functioning machine, and no unexpected situation could disrupt his plans.

Even on their wedding day, the project still had to proceed according to the established procedures.

The project team presented the results of their seven days of continuous hard work, which Zhao Jingnian reviewed with a serious expression, awaiting judgment.

Fortunately, the project proposal was feasible and passed smoothly; otherwise, the project manager would probably have spent the whole night here.

The meeting ended at 10:30 p.m. Zhao Jingnian turned off his computer and prepared to return to the master bedroom.

I had just gotten up when my phone suddenly popped up with a series of messages.

It was sent by my friend Qi Xiao.

Qi Xiao: [What does this mean? Is your wife a cosplayer?]

Image: Barbie princess version of Ruan Fu

Qi Xiao: [Old Zhao, you actually like this kind of thing?!]

Qi Xiao: [The old cadre is dating a Barbie? That's interesting, hahaha]

Qi Xiao: [Do you know how shocked I was when I saw this photo? The two of you together feel like the fourth wall has been broken.]

The day he met Ruan Fu was actually photographed?

Zhao Jingnian's face was grim: [Where did the photo come from?]

Qi Xiao: [I saw this on my sister's Xiaohongshu account. She posted a message looking for someone, asking if anyone knew who the teacher who cosplayed Barbie was.]

Zhao Jingnian: [Did your sister take this?]

Qi Xiao: [No. But it was probably taken by someone in their circle, probably because your wife is beautiful. I have to say, she's almost unrealistically beautiful.]

Zhao Jingnian agreed with his point of view; Ruan Fu that day... was indeed uniquely beautiful.

Qi Xiao didn't recognize Ruan Fu in the photo at first, but he recognized half of Zhao Jingnian's head.

Ruan Fu has an impeccable model-like face and a tall, slender, perfect figure. With the help of makeup and styling, she is simply a real-life Barbie.

With just a photo taken from a distance, "Barbie Ruanfu" has caused quite a stir in the cosplay community, with people posting to find the real person.

Qi Xiao: [Old Zhao, you're really shrewd. You waited until you were 30 to get married, all so you wanted to marry Barbie.]

Qi Xiao, a childhood friend, never imagined that the dull and boring Zhao Jingnian would marry Ruan Fu, a girl who was so unruly and spoiled.

The seven-year age gap is one thing, but the most problematic thing is their drastically different personalities.

Qi Xiao: [Do you two have anything in common? What made you decide to marry her?]

Zhao Jingnian: [Because she's very pretty, but doesn't seem very smart.]

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The master bedroom had been fitted with red sheets, and large red "double happiness" characters were pasted on the walls and windows, filling the room with a festive atmosphere.

After taking a shower, Ruan Fu put on a light purple slip dress and a matching hair drying cap, and went straight to the coffee table in the master bedroom.

It is decorated with red dates, peanuts, longan, and melon seeds.

It symbolizes the wish for an early birth of a son.

She scoffed, picked up a red date and popped it into her mouth, "Who wants to have a child with an old man?"

On the coffee table was a pink box, a package that Aunt Sun had received for her; it was a wedding gift from Meng Shutan.

Ruan Fu loves unwrapping gifts the most; she eagerly pulls open the ribbon with anticipation in her eyes.

Whips, bells, ties, waist chains...

Ruan Fu frowned slightly, barely able to bear the sight. "What kind of wedding gift is this?"

She couldn't quite understand it.

I reached into the box and rummaged around a bit; at the bottom, there seemed to be two pieces of clothing folded up.

Very light and thin lace fabric.

There are two items in total, one men's and one women's.

You read that right, it's sexy lingerie.

Is Meng Shutan crazy? Why would she give her this?

"If you insist on doing it tonight, that's fine too."

Suddenly, Zhao Jingnian's voice came from behind her. Ruan Fu was startled and turned around abruptly.

Zhao Jingnian spoke in a very calm tone, asking the question without any hint of lust, as if he were simply discussing a necessary task with a colleague.

The man was tall and imposing, with cold and rugged features. The 20-centimeter height difference was enough to completely overwhelm her, and Ruan Fu felt herself being enveloped by an invisible sense of aggression.

A surge of heat rose from her chest and rushed to her brain.

The clothes in his hands were thrown at Zhao Jingnian's feet as if they were hot potatoes.

"Who insisted on doing it?"

He understands that girls are shy.

"I didn't have that idea!"

Oh no, she's had a second marriage; she really can't explain herself now.

Zhao Jingnian's gaze swept over her from head to toe, and he could tell that she had just come out of the bathroom, her cheeks faintly glowing with the rosy hue of a post-shower bath.

His gaze shifted downwards, and he knelt down to pick up the clothes she had thrown on the ground.

"Go blow-dry your hair first."

Watching him pick up the things, Ruan Fu yelled, "Who told you to pick them up? Throw this filthy thing away right now!"

The clothes were held tightly in Zhao Jingnian's palm, soft and supple.

He asked in a serious tone, "Didn't you prepare this especially for me?"

He wondered, why prepare if you don't like it?

"Meng Shutan! You're really going to get me killed!" Ruan Fu muttered through gritted teeth, her face burning hot.

Without hesitation, she snatched the clothes from Zhao Jingnian's hands, threw them back on the ground, and stomped on them angrily twice.

"Don't pick them up anymore!" Her face was filled with anger and shame as she shoved him.

Zhao Jingnian didn't understand what she was doing. Why was she suddenly so irritable?

His new wife seems to be easily driven to madness, just like right now, much like a little tabby cat with its claws outstretched.

"This is a misunderstanding, please don't misunderstand, please don't misunderstand."

After saying that, she stomped on it twice more.

The clothes were trampled and crumpled on the ground.

"I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep next door."

Didn't he say he needed an air-type partner? Ruan Fu has now disappeared right in front of him.

No! She disappeared along with these inexplicable wedding gifts.

Hastily picking up the clothes from the floor, Ruan Fuyi declared righteously, "I will destroy this filthy thing right now, and such things will not be allowed to appear in the house again."

She was holding the box when the man pulled her back by his arm around her shoulder.

"Dry your hair, don't catch a cold."

"It's none of your business whether I blow on it or not; it'll dry on its own in a bit."

At this moment, all Ruan Fu wanted to do was make a quick getaway.

"The hairdryer is in the bathroom."

She frowned, breaking free from Zhao Jingnian's grasp. "What right do you have to tell me what to do?"

"You'll get sick if you don't blow-dry your hair."

Having finally left home and escaped his parents' nagging, Zhao Jingnian still developed this habit.

Right now, even the most important things have to take a backseat; all she wants to do is quickly tear up and destroy the contents of the box.

"Ruan Fu, be a good girl."

That's a very familiar phrase.

Her parents and her brother, who loved to discipline her, would say the same things to her no less than ten times a day.

Ruan Fu retorted angrily, "So what if I'm naughty! Why do you old folks always argue with me?"