Using power to force marriage

The night was hazy, and the summer breeze was slightly dry.

Ruan Fu wore a silver sequined mini-dress, her thick curly hair was casually loose, and she wore high heels, her steps swaying.

She has a slender and graceful figure, and a charming and sexy aura.

The garage door opened, and an Aston Martin Valkyrie supercar slowly drove out.

Just before she could slam on the gas, Meng Shutan suddenly called to remind her.

"I almost forgot you're married. Does your husband, Mr. Zhao, approve of you coming to nightclubs?"

Upon hearing this, Ruan Fu scoffed dismissively, "What husband? He's just a decoration. Do I need his permission to go anywhere?"

"Wow! As expected of my sister Fu, she has such a commanding presence as the head of the family!"

"Fan Hua Li" is the largest entertainment club in the entire northern city, and it is the liveliest place after nightfall.

The club owner is a wealthy heiress in Ruan Fu's circle. She has excellent taste and often invites popular bands to perform and create a lively atmosphere.

The powerful melodies of rock music flowed through the air, and money vanished like water amidst the dazzling lights and revelry.

Ruan Fu sat in the most prominent position in the booth, with a marble table full of various expensive wines and spirits.

Seven or eight men and women of similar age, all familiar friends, sat on the leather sofas arranged around the table.

Ruan Fu and Meng Shutan were laughing and joking as they played dice and drank together.

The two of them kept looking at the lead singer in the center of the stage, listening to his lazy and magnetic voice, and humming along to the melody.

The band on stage has recently gained some popularity, frequently posting singing videos online and attracting over 100,000 followers.

Meng Shutan raised an eyebrow at Ruan Fu, "The lead singer looks clean and refreshing, just like your favorite type of young, boyish man."

"Hehe, he really is quite handsome." Ruan Fu's eyes curved into crescent shapes. "His voice is nice too."

She nudged Meng Shutan with her shoulder. "If I'm not mistaken, the bassist is probably your type, right?"

A roguish, wolf-tailed man, wearing a single earring and a black sleeveless vest, exuding both swagger and coolness.

The bassist plucked the strings with his fingertips, moving his body to the rhythm of the music, which made Meng Shutan gasp softly, displaying the vibrant and youthful appearance of a girl in love.

"She's definitely my best friend; she knows all my likes and dislikes perfectly."

Ruan Fu chuckled lightly, then raised her hand to signal to the manager beside her.

The manager bowed respectfully, half-squatting in front of Ruan Fu, listening to her instructions.

The Ruan family's daughter from Beicheng, the wife of the chairman of the Zhao Group—who doesn't know her?

Her presence tonight is nothing short of a blessing from the God of Wealth.

She ordered a table full of expensive wines, some costing over ten thousand yuan a bottle, and had already spent millions.

Seeing that she had given further instructions, they hurriedly came forward to await orders.

Ruan Fu took a card out of her bag and casually tossed it on the table. "Draw 200 million from this card and give it as a tip to the resident band. My best friend wants to get to know them."

Upon hearing this, the manager's mouth almost stretched to his ears in a wide grin, and he nodded repeatedly, "Alright, Miss Ruan, please wait a moment."

He took the card that Ruan Fu had thrown on the table with both hands and hurriedly left.

Upon seeing this, Meng Shutan exclaimed in surprise, "Fufu, you're being too generous! That's 200 million!"

A band performing here all night would only earn a few tens of thousands of yuan at most, but Ruan Fu casually spent 200 million yuan. Anyone who didn't know better would think she had a money tree growing in her house.

"It's only 200 million, just to make you happy." She winked at Meng Shutan.

Anyway, it wasn't her money that was spent; it was given to her by Zhao Jingnian, so there's no need to feel bad about it.

"Oh, Fufu, how can you be so good to me?" Meng Shutan hugged her and kissed her.

After the song ended, the band took a break, and a few of them, carrying their wine glasses, walked straight towards their booth.

The lead singer, with his cheerful personality, spoke first, expressing his gratitude to the beautiful lady for her support.

The other members smiled and thanked them, but the bassist standing at the back remained silent.

Meng Shutan has always been bold in love and hate, and when she met someone who suited her taste, she wasn't intimidated at all.

She picked up her glass, stood up, and walked towards the bassist, her tone slightly coquettish, "Handsome, you play bass exceptionally well, can we get to know each other?"

The bassist glanced up slightly, but did not respond to her enthusiasm. He simply picked up his glass in silence and symbolically touched it to hers.

Meng Shutan not only did not feel embarrassed, but her interest intensified.

A sly smile played on her lips, her voice carrying a hint of defiant determination. "What's your name? Let's be friends. Can you teach me to play bass?"

The other person's eyes remained cold, their gaze sweeping indifferently across her face. "I don't like making friends."

Ruan Fu sat on the sofa, watching the competitive spirit and interest burning in her best friend's eyes, and then looked at the bassist who kept everyone at arm's length, and shook her head helplessly.

She beckoned to the manager, her red lips parted slightly, and said, "I'll transfer another 200 million. For the next month, I'll be here listening to their band sing."

Upon hearing this, the manager felt an urge to kneel down and kowtow to his "God of Wealth."

With 2 million plus 2 million, plus a table full of expensive drinks, her bill for tonight is nearly 10 million.

"Alright, Miss Ruan, it's their honor to have your appreciation."

That's just how Ruan Fu is; she believes that she must get what she likes, and the same goes for the people she likes.

It's rare for Meng Shutan to meet such a handsome guy who's right up her alley, so as her best friend, I naturally have to lend her a hand.

"Tan Tan, he will be singing at Fan Hua Li for the next month."

"Ahhhhhh, Fufu, I love you!"

Zhao Jingnian's money was well spent, and Ruan Fu lazily leaned back on the booth sofa, listening to the handsome band members sing love songs in a drunken haze, feeling very happy.

"Fufu, does Zhao Jingnian know you're going out tonight?" Meng Shutan glanced at the time; it was already past 10 o'clock.

She thought of Ruan Fu's feelings, "Why don't we stop playing here for today? It seems a bit unreasonable for a newlywed to stay out all night on the second day of their marriage."

"I'm not replying!"

Ruan Fu was in high spirits; she was going to dance on the dance floor later.

"I told Zhao Jingnian before we got married that nightclubs and bars are my second home. This is true, I wasn't joking with him."

The lead singer was very perceptive. He squatted down in front of Ruan Fu, looked up, and asked with a smile, "What song would you like to hear, sister? I'll sing it for you later."

She casually raised an eyebrow and said, "Whatever you like, just do whatever you want."

The band members have worked their way up to where they are today, and it's truly remarkable that they've achieved such success. It's a rare treat to have met such a beautiful and kind-hearted sponsor, so they naturally cherish her.

He thoughtfully poured wine for Ruan Fu and respectfully handed it to her with both hands, saying, "Then, sister, listen carefully later."

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The Zhao Group headquarters building is located in the heart of the Beicheng business district. The entire building adopts a cool and minimalist glass curtain wall and a matte dark gray metal frame, with clean and sharp lines, soaring into the clouds.

It was nearly 11 p.m., but the group's building was still brightly lit.

In the chairman's office—

Zhao Jingnian had just finished a meeting, and his face showed signs of fatigue.

Today's meeting mainly focused on discussing specific cooperation plans with several senior executives of the group regarding the Ruan family's intelligent medical technology project.

He and Ruan Fu are already married, and the cooperation project between the two families should be put on the agenda.

The man was reviewing the revised project proposal, preparing to sign it for confirmation.

Suddenly there was a knock on the office door.

"Go in." He uttered a single syllable in a low voice.

"Chairman."

Assistant Yu Ming rushed in and handed his phone to Zhao Jingnian, saying, "Your wife is trending on social media."

Ruan Fu occupied the top three spots on the Beicheng Entertainment Hot Search List:

#The second young lady of the Ruan family is promiscuous!#

#A once-wealthy marriage falls apart; the Zhao-Ruan alliance becomes a laughing stock!#

#Newlywed wife goes to a bar in style, and her boyfriend is green with envy!#