Using power to force marriage

The weather in late autumn is the most unpredictable.

The sun was shining brightly and it was warm in the morning, but the weather suddenly changed just before school ended.

During the last class, a fierce wind blew outside the window, and the temperature plummeted.

The students' attention was drawn to the raging wind, rain, thunder, and lightning outside the window, and no one was interested in continuing to listen to the boring math lesson.

Large raindrops pounded against the windowpane with tremendous force.

Most of the students in the class were wearing short sleeves, and no one brought a jacket. The whole class was freezing and shivering.

"What should I do? I didn't bring an umbrella, I'm sure I'll get soaked when I get home."

"Ugh, this is so annoying. I just washed my hair yesterday."

Zhao Jingnian didn't come to class in the afternoon; he went to participate in a physics competition off-campus.

Ruan Fu suddenly felt a little envious of him. It was already this late; he must have finished the competition and gone home by now.

No need to get wet in the rain or freeze.

After the school bell rang, a message popped up on my phone.

It was sent by Zhao Jingnian.

N: [Waiting for you downstairs.]

Why didn't he go straight home?

Soft and Fluffy: [Why are you going back to school?]

N: [My physics teacher asked me to go to his office to get some materials.]

Anyway, he definitely didn't come specifically to pick her up and take her home.

After finishing the competition, Zhao Jingnian glanced at the weather forecast and knew that it would rain and get colder later, so he went back to get two jackets and an umbrella.

One for myself, one for her.

Ruan Fu slowly walked out of the classroom. She wanted to look fresh today, so she only wore a thin school uniform short-sleeved shirt.

As soon as she stepped out of the teaching building corridor, the biting cold wind filled her clothes, making her shiver.

"Wow! Why did the temperature suddenly drop so drastically?" Goosebumps rose on her arms.

Just as she hunched her shoulders, preparing to run quickly downstairs, a figure stopped abruptly in front of her.

He was a male classmate from the next class who often brought her things; he liked her.

Seeing her pale face from the cold, the male classmate immediately took off his clean coat and handed it to her.

"It's too cold today. You'll catch a cold wearing such thin clothes. Wear my coat first, no need to return it."

After saying that, without waiting for Ruan Fu to refuse, the male classmate smiled and quickly ran away.

Ruan Fu stood there, looking at the still-warm coat in her hand, her heart filled with gratitude.

She was pure of heart, without any ulterior motives, and only felt that the other person was too kind and considerate.

Someone offered her help in her time of need, saving her from the cold; there was no reason for her to refuse.

She then put on her coat.

The loose coat barely covered her thin body, keeping out the biting cold wind, and the feeling of being enveloped in warmth was so comfortable.

Ruan Fu straightened her clothes and continued to slowly walk towards the stairwell on the first floor.

At the corner of the stairs, Zhao Jingnian had been standing there quietly for a long time.

The young man was tall and handsome, holding a large black umbrella in one hand and a coat in the other.

Zhao Jingnian looked up and saw that she was already wearing someone else's coat. The warmth in his eyes froze, replaced by a barely perceptible layer of jealousy.

It's obvious that the blue jacket she's wearing has a men's style and pattern. Which restless male classmate gave it to her?

"Zhao Jingnian, you actually brought an umbrella!"

She smiled and slipped under his umbrella. "You didn't go straight home after the competition; you came all the way to pick me up, right?"

He said jokingly, "Stop being so vain, I was just passing by."

Ruan Fu was already used to his stubbornness and his soft heart, saying the opposite of what he meant. "Tch, definitely."

Zhao Jingnian stared at her coat, finding it an eyesore, and said in a harsh tone, full of disdain, "What are you wearing? It's hideous."

The sudden comment startled Ruan Fu. She subconsciously looked down at her clean and tidy coat, her face full of doubt. "Ugly as it may be, as long as it keeps me warm. I was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt today; I would freeze to death without a coat."

She genuinely expressed her gratitude, completely unaware that Zhao Jingnian looked very upset. "The classmate from the next class is so nice; they offered to lend me their jacket, otherwise I would definitely have caught a cold today."

After she finished speaking, she noticed the coat Zhao Jingnian was clutching in his hand and asked in confusion, "You're already wearing one coat, so why are you holding another one?"

"I'm just bored."

Zhao Jing smiled slightly, then handed the umbrella handle to Ruan Fu, "Take this."

She took the umbrella, but before she could react, he grabbed her arm and pulled off her coat.

Why are you taking my clothes off?

Caught off guard, Ruan Fu quickly reached out to block, "Zhao Jingnian, you already have two coats, why are you trying to steal mine!"

He took off the jacket the male classmate had given her, and Zhao Jingnian put the one he had prepared on her instead.

Zhao Jingnian's clothes carried a faint, refreshing scent of soapberry, which smelled very nice; it was his natural scent.

He lowered his eyes, zipped up Ruan Fu's zipper, tightened her collar, and wrapped her tightly in his clothes.

His movements were composed, yet carried an undeniable force.

"Who gave you permission to wear a stranger's clothes?"

You can only wear his.

Ruan Fu: "They're not strangers, they're classmates from the next class, we all know each other."

He held the discarded jacket in one hand, his eyes full of disgust, and he grumbled jealously, "Who knows if his clothes are clean? What if he has a skin disease or infectious disease?"

Ruan Fu was amused by his absurd statement and looked up at him, "We're all students from the same school, where would you get a contagious disease? Zhao Jingnian, can you stop joking?"

"Clean?"

He said sarcastically, "I smell something weird about this. How can you even stand wearing this?"

What does it taste like? Vinegar?

Ruan Fu leaned closer to smell the blue jacket in his hand. "There's no strange smell. I only smell a little laundry detergent."

"Anyway, you just can't wear it."

Zhao Jingnian's tone was forceful and domineering, leaving no room for negotiation.

He carried the coat away and took the umbrella handle with his other hand. "Since I don't have a hand to hold yours, take my arm yourself."

Ruan Fu frowned. "Why am I holding your arm?"

Zhao Jingnian: "The umbrella is small, so hold my arm and stand closer so we won't get wet."

"oh."

Ruan Fu naturally reached out and took his arm, their bodies pressed tightly together.

The rain was pouring down, and the large umbrella was almost entirely tilted towards Ruan Fu, leaving half of Zhao Jingnian's shoulder soaked.

But it's okay, he's a boy, he's strong, getting a little rain won't hurt him.

Throughout the journey, Zhao Jingnian's jealousy remained.

He was usually taciturn, but today he was unusually talkative, earnestly beginning to "set rules" for Ruan Fu.

"You need to keep your distance from male classmates from now on, understand?"

She was puzzled, "We're all classmates, why do we need to keep our distance?"

"If you don't listen, I won't let you copy my homework."

As the saying goes, "Strike the snake at its vital point," and Zhao Jingnian knew exactly how to manipulate her.

Upon hearing this, Ruan Fu immediately became obedient, "Okay, okay, you're the top student, so you get to decide."

"You are not allowed to accept snacks or gifts from male classmates, especially love letters. If you dare to accept them again, I will tell the teacher."

Ruan Fu pouted and scolded, "You're so boring! Don't you dare tell the teacher!"

Zhao Jingnian ignored her and continued, "You are not allowed to talk to any of the male classmates who try to strike up a conversation with you."

Ruan Fu was completely bewildered by his interference. She shook his arm and pouted defiantly, "Why do you have the right to tell me so much?"

Zhao Jingnian glanced at her, his features appearing cold and aloof in the rain. "If you don't listen to me, I won't let you copy my homework."

Ruan Fu gritted her teeth and suppressed her temper, forcing out a fake smile.

"Okay~ You're a top student, I'll listen to you."

There was no way around it; Zhao Jingnian knew her weakness and had her completely subdued.

"Did my parents bribe you to have you keep an eye on me at school?"

He smiled knowingly, "But Ruan Fu, you really need to be disciplined."

Ruan Fu gave him a disdainful look. "You jerk."

Speaking of receiving love letters, she just received five today, all from boys in other classes. They dropped them off and ran away.

As if deliberately provoking him, Ruan Fu deliberately told him about it.

"If someone insists on giving it to me, I can't refuse it even if I don't want it."

Zhao Jingnian went out to participate in a physics competition today and wasn't at school, so the male students finally got their chance. Usually, they would be blocked by Ruan Fu, their so-called childhood friend.

He didn't come to school today, and all those annoying male classmates swarmed over to give him love letters.

He was so angry that he had a headache and a stomachache.

Ruan Fu blinked her bright eyes at him, "The love letters they wrote are actually quite interesting. Can you write love letters, you top student?"

"You're always studying love letters, do you even care about going to college?"

Ruan Fu didn't care, "Anyway, I'm sure I'll pass the exam."

She's a good student. Even if she's last in her class, she's still last in the experimental class of a top-tier high school, which is different.

"Ruan Fu, you must study hard and do what a student should do."

Ruan Fu tilted her head, feigning ignorance, "What are the things students should do?"

She didn't know what students should do, but she was an expert at what students shouldn't do.

Zhao Jingnian disciplined her again, "Give me the love letters you received today, I'm confiscating them."

"Why should I give it to you? They gave it to me, not to you." She refused, her words hitting his sore spot.

"You won't let me accept snacks, you won't let me accept gifts, you won't let me wear other people's clothes, and you'll even confiscate my love letters. Zhao Jingnian, you're too domineering!"

She muttered under her breath, "Does she think she's some kind of domineering CEO? How awful!"

"If you won't let me confiscate it, do you expect me to wait for the teacher to come and confiscate it?"

"But if you take it away, I won't be able to read it anymore. Are you going to write it for me?"

She casually uttered a thoughtless remark, and Zhao Jingnian subconsciously replied with a similar comment.

"I'll write it for you."

As soon as the words were spoken, both of their hearts began to race with panic.

But he maintained a calm demeanor, pretending nothing had happened, staring straight ahead with an air of composure.

"What style and genre do you like to watch?"

Ruan Fu was taken aback by his question. "What did you say?"

"Which kind of love letters do you prefer?"

Raindrops fell on the edge of the umbrella, and the two walked side by side under the same umbrella.

Perhaps because they were too close, Ruan Fu vaguely heard her steady and powerful heartbeat.

"Poetry, prose, lyricism, classical style—whatever style you want to see, I can write it."

The implication was that he could fulfill all her requests, so accepting only his love letters was enough.

"Zhao Jingnian, you're not kidding, are you?"

The world's most law-abiding student is writing her a love letter? Is the sun going to rise in the west tomorrow?

"Do you want it or not?"

"Of course."

She hasn't read the love letter written by the top student yet.

Zhao Jingnian coaxed gently, "Be a good girl, and I'll write you a letter every day from now on, okay?"

Ruan Fu's eyes widened, unable to hide her smile. "Really?"

"Really, what genre do you want to watch tomorrow?"

She leaned closer deliberately, her voice trailing off with a teasing tone, "Then I won't hold back!"

"I want to see what makes the love letters written by the top student different from others. I want to see the poetry version tomorrow."

She spoke as if ordering food at a restaurant: "The day after tomorrow I need to read prose, and the day after that I need to read classical Chinese."

Zhao Jingnian suppressed his inner excitement, keeping a straight face and not smiling, "Then you'd better behave well, or you won't receive it."

She nodded repeatedly, like a chick pecking at rice. "I will definitely behave well. I will listen attentively in class, complete my homework on time, review and preview lessons every day, and keep my distance from other male classmates. I can do everything you asked."

That does sound very well-behaved.

Ruan Fu was already impatient; she couldn't wait for tomorrow to arrive and wanted to read the love letter written by the top student.

She took Zhao Jingnian's arm and asked the question that had been on her mind, "Why did you write me a love letter? Do you like me?"

Even after his inner thoughts were exposed, he remained calm and composed, showing no sign of anything amiss on his face. He feigned indifference and stubbornly insisted, "I lost two points on my essay in the last monthly exam, so I need to write something to practice my handwriting and writing skills."

Ruan Fu couldn't help but laugh out loud, "You're just being ridiculous."

Is it fair to say that a normal person in a family practices calligraphy and writing by writing love letters to be a proper good student?

Hearing Ruan Fu laughing incessantly, he suddenly felt a little guilty. To cover up his clumsy excuse, he added another sentence.

"I don't want you to watch those low-level, clumsy things every day."

It's just a love letter, why are there different levels of sophistication?

Seeing his insincere expression, Ruan Fu's eyes curved into crescent moons. "A top student is just different. Even their love letters are more sophisticated than others'. I'll be watching closely!"

Back home, Ruan Fu took a hot shower and, still in her pajamas, did a copy-and-paste job at her desk.

To put it simply, copy Zhao Jingnian's completed homework into your own workbook.

As I was writing, I suddenly remembered the love letter again.

Zhao Jingnian has finished his homework, so is he writing a love letter now?

Ruan Fu picked up her phone and sent him a message to inquire.

A notification popped up on his phone, and Zhao Jingnian, who was writing a love letter, stopped writing and opened the voice message she had sent.

"Hey, what are you doing right now, you genius?"

"Let me guess, okay? Are you writing me a love letter right now?"

"Why isn't it dawn yet? I can't wait to see you."

"Hehe, actually I just want to see my love letter as soon as possible."

"What color envelope will you use for your love letter? I like pink."

"Okay, I need to continue my homework, I'm not talking to you anymore."

"Remember to go to bed early, my academic genius brother. Goodnight in advance!"

As Zhao Jingnian listened to the voice messages she sent one by one, his heartbeat, breathing, and body temperature all noticeably accelerated, became rapid, and increased.

Ruan Fu's soft, sweet voice, mixed with the pattering rain outside the window, flew into his heart like a feather, tickling him.

Zhao Jingnian replied to her, "Good night."

Little Sister Fu.