Using power to force marriage

The next morning, when it was fully light.

The curtains in the master bedroom were completely closed, preventing even a sliver of sunlight from entering.

The room was dimly lit, and the air was still filled with the sweet scent of pleasure. The pink cheongsam was crumpled and tossed on the corner of the bed.

Ruan Fu was held securely in Zhao Jingnian's arms and slept soundly.

It was only seven o'clock, but Zhao Jingnian's biological clock had already woken him up.

He gently kissed the girl's hair in his arms, a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

Last night was their first time together, and Zhao Jingnian proved to her with his actions that he was not just all looks and no substance.

It was Ruan Fu herself who started the fire. After many twists and turns, she felt weak all over but had nowhere to confide in.

He lifted the corner of the blanket and got out of bed, moving very quietly so as not to wake her.

But the girl on the bed still let out a soft hum, lazily turned over, her voice soft and hoarse:

"Thirsty~"

"Did I wake you?" Zhao Jingnian asked gently. "I'm sorry."

"No, I was woken up by thirst; my throat is so dry."

Last night, Zhao Jingnian kept telling her "I was wrong" many times, that he was wrong for doubting her because he was all looks and no substance.

Ruan Fu whined and acted coquettishly, until her voice became hoarse.

Zhao Jingnian brought her a glass of warm water and fed it to her lips, saying, "Drink slowly."

My throat felt much better after being moistened with warm water.

She looked sleepily at the neatly dressed man in front of her. "Are you going to work?"

"Um."

"What time is it now?"

"It's only seven o'clock, you should sleep a little longer."

He has so much energy; he was up very late last night, but he wasn't tired at all.

Ruan Fu felt as if her body had been crushed, her toes limp to the last strand of hair.

In contrast, Zhao Jingnian appeared refreshed and energetic.

His daily schedule is very full and fixed; once the work plans are arranged, they are executed without fail.

If he oversleeps and sleeps in today, his entire day's plans will be disrupted, which is absolutely unacceptable.

Ruan Fu asked him, "Aren't you tired going to work so early?"

"good."

"But I'm so tired."

"It's because your physical strength is too poor."

Ruan Fu pouted unhappily. She was clearly in good physical condition. She had always gotten full marks in physical tests when she was in school, and she had also passed the selection criteria for wildlife rescue activities. Her physical fitness was definitely not a problem.

"It's clearly because you've been gone too long."

As soon as he finished speaking, a barely perceptible smile appeared on Zhao Jingnian's lips, which we can take as a compliment.

"Miss Ruan, have you used it? Did you find it useful?"

Ruan Fu instantly recalled how Zhao Jingnian had supported her exhausted body last night, whispering in her ear again and again, nagging her to answer repeatedly.

You've already asked so many times, why do you still have to ask?

"Boring~"

Ruan Fu was certain he would go to work on time, which is why she dared to speak so rudely, "Actually... it's not that bad. After all, I've only slept with you, so I don't have anyone to compare myself to."

Zhao Jingnian stared into her teasing and provocative eyes, and chuckled softly, "Then let's continue tonight. I'll be your comparison point last night."

The older man's cold face and serious demeanor when he made suggestive remarks were actually quite alluring.

Ruan Fu's eyebrows curved into crescent shapes. "Zhao Jingnian, I'm going to change your contact name to 'Cold-faced Flirt'."

That's so fitting.

This word was practically tailor-made for him; it fits him perfectly both in and out of bed.

"What was before that?" he asked.

"An old man, of course." What else could it be?

Curious, Ruan Fu asked him, "What did you save me in your contact list? It wasn't just my name, was it?"

"no."

Upon hearing this, Ruan Fu was quite excited. "What is it?"

"Miss Ruan."

Pfft... what a waste of time.

"Zhao Jingnian, you're really boring."

She rolled up in the blanket, turned her back to him, and lost all desire to continue the conversation.

"You should leave now, I want to go to sleep."

Zhao Jingnian's expression remained indifferent and calm. "Fine."

Footsteps sounded, and before he could leave the room, Ruan Fu suddenly called out to him, "You tore my cheongsam last night, remember to keep me company."

The man's gaze fell on the pile of crumpled pink fabric in the corner of the bed, and he said in a deep, slow voice, "Okay."

On his way to the company, Zhao Jingnian was still repeatedly pondering Ruan Fu's words.

She always seemed to say he was boring.

Indeed, even he himself felt that way.

He is calm, reserved, aloof, and follows the rules in his life. He is not romantic, has no sense of charm, and is not good at flattering or coaxing people.

His wife is young and likes exciting, new, and interesting things, so it's normal for her to have some complaints.

Am I really bored?

In the car, Zhao Jingnian suddenly spoke up and asked a question.

The driver, Lao Liang, was startled. Was his boss asking him a question?

"Chairman, why are you suddenly asking this?" he said with a forced smile, not knowing how to answer.

Zhao Jingnian said coldly, "It's nothing, just drive."

He didn't know how to be an interesting person, nor did he want to change for anyone. However, since Ruan Fu was his wife, he would do his best to treat her well.

Zhao Jingnian opened his phone and transferred the money to her.

1000 million.

N: [I'll pay you back for your cheongsam.]

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Ruan Fu took another nap, and when she woke up it was already noon.

I woke up to a transfer notification.

1000 million.

The older man was quite generous.

Ruan Fu was very satisfied and used the money he gave her to buy a batch of summer clothes.

Summer is here, and she wants to wear different colored pretty clothes every day.

After washing up, I went downstairs to eat. In the afternoon, I made an appointment with Meng Shutan to go to the beauty salon for a massage.

She has lower back pain and weak legs and needs a massage to relieve the pain.

In the restaurant, Aunt Sun cooked a sweet soup made with Imperata cylindrica root, sugarcane, and water chestnuts.

It is said to be able to clear and moisten the throat, soothe dryness, and relieve thirst.

"Aunt Sun, how did you know my throat was uncomfortable?" She felt it must be because she had spent so much time with Aunt Sun and they had developed a special connection.

Aunt Sun chuckled to herself, "My husband specifically instructed me to make you some soup to soothe your throat before he left for work this morning."

"Zhao Jingnian?"

Ruan Fu snorted, "At least he has a conscience."

Aunt Sun, at her age, knows everything. The way the two interacted today was very different from usual. In addition, Ruan Fu was wearing a slip dress when she came down for dinner.

There were faint pink marks on her neck and chest.

I don't even need to think to know what happened last night.

Aunt Sun smiled broadly, "The gentleman may seem cold on the outside, but he actually cares about you a lot."

Ruan Fu said proudly, "He got a great deal by marrying such a young and beautiful wife like me, so of course he has to treat me well."

After dinner, she changed her clothes and met Meng Shutan at her usual high-end private health club.

The VIP massage room is filled with pleasant aromatherapy and a comfortable temperature.

Ruan Fu took off her clothes and lay face down on the massage bed, where the masseuse applied essential oils to soothe her shoulders and back.

Meng Shutan had booked a head massage, and he lay flat beside her.

"Fufu, have you been exhausted from how busy the rescue station has been these past few days?"

Ruan Fu replied lazily, "No."

Although the rescue station is busy, each task is handled by a dedicated person. Besides, she doesn't do physical labor, so how could she be so tired that her back aches and her legs are weak?

"Then why do you suddenly have back pain?"

"Zhao Jingnian, of course." Ruan Fu spoke frankly, not hiding anything since the room was full of women.

"We did it."

"what?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Meng Shutan sat up abruptly on the bed, her face full of shock.

Her sudden movement of getting up startled the head therapist.

"You really did it?" Meng Shutan's gaze fell on her slender, fair body.

Ruan Fu was lying face down, her lower body covered by a thin blanket, while her upper body was completely exposed, and the masseur was massaging her back.

The red marks on her side were eye-catching; they were hickeys left by Zhao Jingnian.