Using power to force marriage

After the absurdity, Ruan Fu had to admit that Zhao Jingnian was right.

Don't apply too much body lotion, or it will make your skin feel slippery.

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After finishing their work in the south, the two boarded a private plane back to the north.

Today is December 1st, winter is coming.

Ruan Fu began to look forward to the first snow of the year.

The plane flew for two and a half hours and landed smoothly at Beicheng International Airport.

The temperature in the north of the city is almost 15 degrees lower than in the south.

When they took off from the south city, the ground temperature was 13°C. When they landed in the north city, the ground crew reminded them to wear a coat to keep warm.

The temperature in the northern part of the city has plummeted in the past two days, and the ground temperature has now dropped below zero.

It was already dark when we landed. Although it was only six o'clock in the evening, it gets dark early in winter.

The Rolls-Royce drove smoothly on the North City Highway, with Ruan Fu's head resting on his shoulder as she looked out the window at the shimmering neon lights.

"Zhao Jingnian, winter has come so early this year."

It's only early December and the temperature is already below zero. At this rate, the first snowfall should come very early as well.

The car drove all the way to "Xi Yue Manor".

As she got off the bus, Ruan Fu vaguely sensed that snowflakes were falling.

She looked up at the sky.

"Zhao Jingnian! It looks like it's really going to snow. I can feel snowflakes falling on my face."

She suddenly became very excited, and disregarding the cold, stood at the villa entrance waiting for the snow to fall even heavier.

Zhao Jingnian also reached out to test it, and indeed, fine snowflakes were falling.

"Are you cold?"

He reached out and touched Ruan Fu's face; it was icy cold.

But she was childlike and didn't care about the cold; she just wanted the snow to fall heavily so she could build a snowman.

"Let's go inside first. We can build a snowman when the snow gets heavier. First, try on the dress I bought for you."

Ruan Fu had almost forgotten that Zhao Jingnian had bought her a dress from Milan, and she had been thinking about it for days.

She jogged into the house.

I was taken aback as soon as I entered the door by the gift boxes piled up in the center of the living room.

There must be at least 20 pieces.

There are skirts, bags, and shoes.

"You bought so much?"

She excitedly ran to the gift box, eager to open it and see if it met his eyes.

Zhao Jingnian bought her mostly everyday styles, choosing bright colors that she usually likes to wear.

"This red and white wool Chanel-style suit is so pretty, I'm going to wear it for Christmas."

"I'm going to wear this khaki coat tomorrow."

"I've had my eye on these boots for the past couple of days, and I was just about to buy them. Zhao Jingnian, we're practically on the same wavelength."

She unpacked the gift box piece by piece, and every item of clothing suited her perfectly.

Zhao Jingnian listened to her evaluation and a playful smile appeared on his lips. "If you like it, that's good. You don't need to question my taste."

Ruan Fu gave him a reproachful look and said, "You narcissist. You bought it based on my usual style, so of course it won't be a bad choice."

After unpacking everything, there was only one gift box left, which was also the largest one.

Judging from the packaging, Ruan Fu guessed it was a dress.

She gently pulled the ribbon and opened the package.

Inside the gift box lay a strapless floral gown, with layers of three-dimensional handmade flowers stacked on top of each other, and the tulle, painted with oil paint, shimmering with a delicate sheen.

The moment Ruan Fu opened the gift box, she had a sudden illusion that she was seeing spring.

"The moment I saw this dress, I knew it should be worn by you."

Zhao Jingnian helped her take out the dress, "Go try it on."

This dress has a voluminous and soft skirt, covered in vibrant and intense floral patterns, making it eye-catching. Most people might find the design too extravagant, the colors too bright and flamboyant, and difficult to pull off.

But this dress seemed tailor-made for her; only a dress like this could match her vibrant and energetic life.

Zhao Jingnian helped her change into her dress.

The strapless design accentuated Ruan Fu's fair and slender shoulders and neck, as well as her slim waist, while the skirt flowed loosely.

Three-dimensional petals of varying shades meandered down the hem of her skirt, while the silvery tulle swayed gently with her steps.

Ruan Fu lifted her skirt and smiled gently in front of him, "Zhao Jingnian, am I pretty?"

It's beautiful, like wearing spring on your body.

The man's dark, deep pupils were fixed on her, his gaze traveling down her delicate and charming face, across her slender, snow-white shoulders and neck, then to her slender waist, and finally to the hem of her dress adorned with blooming flowers.

His Xiao Fu was like a fairy who had fallen to earth.

Ruan Fu suddenly caught a glimpse of the window out of the corner of her eye. She gently pulled away from Zhao Jingnian's hand and ran to the French windows in the living room in her high heels.

The snow outside the window is falling heavier and heavier; this is the first snow of the year.

"Zhao Jingnian, look! The snow is falling heavily, it's so beautiful!"

When the two arrived home, the snowflakes were just falling gently.

While she was changing her dress, the wind and snow suddenly intensified, and the fine snowflakes had turned into heavy snow, which poured down in layers.

The evergreen trees and marble walkways in the manor were all covered in silvery white, and the cold wind swirled snowflakes against the French windows, signaling the arrival of a harsh and cold winter.

Inside, however, the scene was completely different. The room was equipped with a top-of-the-line constant temperature and humidity system, so neither she nor her beautiful and precious flowers would suffer from the cold.

Ruan Fu leaned against the window watching the snow, thinking that when she woke up tomorrow morning, she could go to the yard to build a snowman.

Zhao Jingnian stood behind her, gazing at the bright and beautiful figure by the window. Her appearance brought a touch of warmth to the stark white snow outside.

Ruan Fu suddenly became interested and noticed the antique gramophone in the living room. She lifted her skirt and walked over slowly, gently turning the needle.

A soothing waltz melody began to play, its gentle tune filling the greenhouse and dispelling the cold and desolate chill outside the window.

She turned around, her eyes crinkling into a smile, and reached out her hand to the man in front of her. "Brother Jingnian, can you dance?"

Zhao Jingnian's throat tightened slightly as he walked towards her.

He comes from a wealthy family and learned various Western aristocratic etiquettes from a young age, so of course he can dance.

Although he had attended countless business dinners and celebrity balls, he had never danced with anyone, and he always declined invitations from anyone.

In his view, dancing is something that can only be done with one's loved one.

He walked up to Ruan Fu, bent down, and gave her a proper gentlemanly bow.

"My dear princess, may I invite you to dance?"

Ruan Fu lifted her skirt, her smile radiant, "Of course."

She then reached out her hand to him.

Zhao Jingnian gently took the hand she offered, kissed her arm lightly, and then put his arm around her slender waist.

With one hand held by him, Ruan Fu casually placed her other hand lightly on his shoulder.

Accompanied by a beautiful melody, the two danced gracefully by the window amidst the snowy scenery.

With each step forward and backward, they spun and circled.

The fragrant blossoms on her dress gently brushed against his suit, and the light and shadow of her skirt rippled with their graceful dance steps.

Zhao Jingnian's gaze was full of affection as he traced the contours of her delicate and pretty face inch by inch.

"Xiao Fu, I love you."

He used to find it difficult to say the word "love," until his lover appeared.

His world was harsh and desolate, rarely visited by the sun, and spring never bloomed in this frigid land.

One day, a brightly colored butterfly unexpectedly flew in and landed on his heart, helping him through that bitterly cold snowstorm.

And so, his world finally welcomed the long-awaited sunny day.

— End of text • June 24, 2026

(That's the end of the main text! Thank you so much to all the readers who have been following along. I'll be taking a break tomorrow, and I'll start updating the side stories the day after tomorrow. Let me know what kind of side stories you'd like to see. I hope you'll still be here when I start writing the side stories~)

The side story is tentatively planned to be an "if" scenario for Fufu and Lao Zhao, their childhood sweethearts, probably around chapters three or four. Then there will be a story about the family of three, but I won't be writing about pregnancy and childbirth. I feel that no matter how beautifully it's written, it can't change the pain and hardship of pregnancy and childbirth, so I'll skip that part and just focus on the happy daily life of the family of three after the baby starts kindergarten!