Using power to force marriage

After finishing afternoon tea, it was only a little past five o'clock in the afternoon. Since it was still early, Ruan Fu went back to the Ruan family home.

She thought that the Dragon Boat Festival was just two days away, and according to old customs, He Shu would definitely be preparing sachets for the whole family.

She also wanted to prepare one for Zhao Jingnian, which could be hung in the car or placed under his pillow.

But she doesn't know how to do it and needs to ask her mother for help.

Seeing Ruan Fu return, He Shu was overjoyed and went to greet her.

"Fou is back!"

In the living room, He Shu had placed a pile of Chinese herbs and spices on the table.

Sure enough, she guessed right; she really was preparing festive sachets for the whole family.

"I'm making sachets right now. What color do you want this year?"

Ruan Fu picked up the spices on the table and sniffed them. "I want pink."

There were several pieces of Song brocade on the table, in several colors.

If she wants pink, then let's prepare blue for Zhao Jingnian.

Song brocade is precious, with its fine and lustrous patterns; it would be very beautiful to make a sachet from it.

He Shu was alone at home; everyone else was busy with work.

He Shu is a professor of traditional Chinese medicine at Beicheng University, and her daily work is relatively relaxed.

"Fufu, why did you suddenly come back today?"

Ruan Fu picked out the pink and blue pieces of Song brocade, saying, "I missed you, so I came back to see you."

"You have the sweetest tongue."

He Shu's eyes were full of smiles. "I heard that you and Jingnian have a good relationship. If you two have a good relationship, it makes us parents feel less worried."

Ruan Fu carefully selected her favorite spices, which she would later put into a sachet.

"Who told you that we have a good relationship?"

"The story of Jingnian carrying you away at the party has spread far and wide."

Ruan Fu was a little embarrassed and gave a soft, coquettish hum, "You all knew about this."

He Shu couldn't help but tease, "Our Fufu has good taste! She fell in love at first sight and chose such a considerate husband."

She sounded a little proud, "It's alright, I trained them well."

At first, Zhao Jingnian wasn't that caring.

Noticing that Ruan Fu was holding onto the blue brocade tightly, He Shu asked, "This blue brocade is for your brother; he likes blue."

"Hehe, let your brother like a different color."

Ruan Fu's face lit up with a sly look. "The blue one is for Zhao Jingnian."

Hearing this, He Shu laughed helplessly, "Your brother will be heartbroken if he hears this."

She didn't care; she had already reserved the blue Song brocade.

"Mom, please help me prepare some calming and sleep-inducing spices. I want to make a sachet for Zhao Jingnian myself."

He Shu was somewhat surprised that her carefree youngest daughter had learned to be considerate.

"You're so clumsy, do you even know how to make a sachet?" came the question from her own mother.

"I can learn, you can just teach me."

He Shu's tone was full of teasing, "You stinky Fufu, you've never made a sachet for me by hand before. Jingnian is really lucky."

Even she, as the mother, was a little jealous.

Ruan Fu acted coquettishly, pulling on He Shu's arm and shaking it, "Oh, Mom~ if you want it, of course I can make it for you."

He Shu gave her a reproachful look, "You must have made a really bad mess. You should just give it to Jingnian."

Seeing that Ruan Fu and Zhao Jingnian had a good relationship, the mother was naturally happy.

However, Ruan Fu had always been pampered and never lifted a finger, so she had never done needlework before.

She spread out the brocade cloth and cut it according to the drawn pattern. The cutting process went relatively smoothly.

When it came to the sewing part, Ruan Fu held the silver needle for a long time but couldn't bring herself to do it, her movements were a bit clumsy.

"Mommy, Mommy, help me~"

If you have any problems, ask your mom.

With He Shu's help, Ruan Fu finally managed to sew one up after a great deal of effort.

The edges were crooked and the stitches were uneven; I even pricked my fingertip twice with the needle.

She frowned, staring at the bandage on her fingertip. "Ouch, that hurts!"

He Shu felt a pang of heartache when she saw her daughter's finger pricked.

"What merit or ability does Zhao Jingnian have to make my precious Fufu make a sachet for him personally?"

But Zhao Jingnian was very good to her, so Ruan Fu was willing to put in the effort for him.

This sachet isn't exactly exquisite or pretty; in fact, you could even say it's a bit ugly. It's far inferior to those sold in shops outside, but it's unique.

It contained not only spices, but also her heartfelt sentiments.

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She ate dinner at Ruan's house before leaving.

When she got home, Zhao Jingnian still hadn't returned, and Ruan Fu wondered how she could give him the sachet.

She ran to the master bedroom and hid the sachet under her pillow so that Zhao Jingnian would see it when he went to sleep. He would definitely be very touched.

After putting it away, Ruan Fu was still a little worried. What if he fell asleep without noticing that there was something under his pillow?

So he simply took out the sachet and placed it conspicuously on the pillow, so he could see it immediately.

I wonder how Zhao Jingnian will react when he sees the sachet she sewed by hand. Will he find it disgusting?

Ruan Fu stood by the bed with her hands on her hips, imagining Zhao Jingnian's reaction.

"If he dares to complain, I'll draw a turtle on his face with lipstick."

After putting away the sachet, she went to take a bath. When she came out of the bath, Zhao Jingnian still hadn't returned.

It's already eleven o'clock. Normally he would be home around ten o'clock, so today is really unusual.

She sent Zhao Jingnian a WeChat message, asking him when he would be back.

I waited for almost an hour, dried my hair, and applied a face mask, but I still didn't receive a reply.

She dialed the number, but no one answered.

Strange, they've disappeared?

Ruan Fu could only call his assistant, Yu Ming, to ask him.

The receiver beeped a few times before the call was answered.

Yu Ming said respectfully, "Madam."

"Where's Zhao Jingnian? Why hasn't he come back yet?"

"Something happened at the old house, and the master has come back to handle it."

Ruan Fu felt a little uneasy. "What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, ma'am, it's not convenient for me to tell you."

He left only that sentence before the call was disconnected.

They didn't say when they would be back, nor did they say what had happened.

Something happened at the old house? Ruan Fu wondered to herself.

There seemed to be a secret hidden in the Zhao family's mansion. Although she had only been there once, she could sense that everyone had different thoughts.

Why is Zhao Yuzhou disabled in the leg? Why is Su Yao so indifferent to her own son?

Zhao Qi and his wife, that wicked and ambitious couple, always try to trip up Zhao Jingnian. What right does their illegitimate son have to enter their home?

And then there's Old Master Zhao, selfish, hypocritical, and heartless... The relationship between him and his grandson seems quite delicate.

Ruan Fu felt that the Zhao family was like a den of demons, full of monsters and ghosts. She couldn't figure out what had happened, and whether Zhao Jingnian was in danger.

Unable to sit still in the master bedroom, she went downstairs, sat on the sofa in the living room, hugged the kitten, and waited for him to come back.

Aunt Sun advised her twice that waiting in the bedroom was no different, and that lying in bed would be more comfortable.

But she refused.

At three in the morning, only a warm yellow floor lamp was left on in the living room, casting a dim and soft light.

As soon as Zhao Jingnian entered the house, he saw Ruan Fu curled up on the sofa, her body thin and frail, with a kitten in her arms, fast asleep.

Her hair was a little messy, and strands of hair covered half of her face, but you could still see her furrowed brows and her long eyelashes fluttering; she was sleeping restlessly.

Even in her dreams, Ruan Fu was thinking of Zhao Jingnian, but she didn't know what had happened at the old house, so she could only stay up all night alone.

Staring at her somewhat pitiful figure, Zhao Jingnian's heart suddenly tightened, and his originally gloomy expression softened slightly.

He bent down, intending to carry her back to her room to sleep.

She woke up with a start as soon as she touched Ruan Fu's body.

"Zhao Jingnian, you're finally back~"

Her soft voice held a hint of grievance as she said, "I've been waiting for you for so long."

"Why don't you go back to your room to sleep?"

She rubbed her tired eyes and said in a soft voice, "I'm waiting for you to come home."