Using power to force marriage

The night was hazy, and the summer breeze carried a humid and oppressive heat.

Zhao Jingnian drove towards Yunlan Garden.

In the passenger seat were wontons from a long-established shop in the south of the city, and pastries he brought from his office.

The wonton shop was so popular that it was hard to get a queue, but Ruan Fu loved to eat there, so he made time to queue for more than an hour himself before he could buy some.

A few days ago, she casually complimented the pastries in the office, and Zhao Jingnian remembered it, so he sent her another batch.

The little girl is hard to please. If jewelry doesn't work, then let's try something else.

The car slowly came to a stop outside the villa.

Inside the ornate wrought iron gate, Aunt Sun was playing with the kittens and puppies in the yard.

Zhao Jingnian got out of the car with his things. Aunt Sun looked up when she heard him and was pleasantly surprised to see that he was carrying wontons and pastries.

"Mr. Zhao, what brings you here?"

"Has Xiaofu eaten? I bought her favorite wontons," the man asked in a calm voice.

"Miss isn't in a good mood; she hasn't eaten much these past two days," Aunt Sun explained. "You've come at a bad time; she's gone out, saying she's going to have a drink at Fan Hua Li to clear her head."

Zhao Jingnian frowned slightly. "Haven't you eaten properly for two days?"

"Yes, she said she had no appetite and couldn't eat."

No appetite for food, but an appetite for alcohol—does this mean you're neglecting your health?

He handed the wontons and pastries to Aunt Sun, then hurriedly got into his car and left.

A hint of annoyance flickered in Zhao Jingnian's eyes. This little girl really never gave him a moment's peace. With such a low alcohol tolerance, she still dared to try to drown her sorrows in alcohol.

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Ruan Fu wasn't interested in listening to the band sing; she was only interested in playing dice and drinking with Meng Shutan.

She had a low alcohol tolerance and was bad at playing dice, so she quickly became tipsy, her cheeks flushed and radiant.

After getting drunk, my head felt dizzy, and my worries seemed to lessen considerably.

Ruan Fu rested her head on Meng Shutan's shoulder, muttering to herself in a tone that sounded very aggrieved.

"You annoying Zhao Jingnian, if you ever dare to make me angry again, I'll bite you."

Meng Shutan reached out and ruffled her hair, saying in a doting tone, "Alright, alright, bite him, bite him to death."

The two were leaning against each other listening to the band when suddenly a tall, imposing figure appeared in front of them, blocking their view.

Ruan Fu frowned, a little annoyed. "How annoying! Why is the view blocked even though we're in a VIP booth?"

Meng Shutan had a better alcohol tolerance and was relatively sober at the moment. When she looked up and met Zhao Jingnian's deep and unfathomable eyes, she felt a chill.

"Oh my god! Fufu, what brings your husband here?"

Ruan Fu's mind was already hazy from the strong liquor; she leaned limply against her shoulder, asking, "Whose husband?"

Meng Shutan: "Your husband!"

Upon hearing this, Ruan Fu frowned, her tone languid and soft, "I'm single, okay? Where would I get a husband?"

This statement is enough to show that she was drunk again.

However, the question "Where did this husband come from?" struck Zhao Jingnian as somewhat jarring, and his already somber expression instantly turned even colder.

His gaze swept heavily across the booth table, where empty wine bottles were scattered.

There was still some wine left in the glass next to Ruan Fu, with ice cubes floating around.

Zhao Jingnian felt helpless and couldn't suppress her anger. She hadn't eaten properly for two whole days, and tonight she drank strong liquor with ice. She really didn't know how to take care of her health at all.

The man stepped forward, bent down, and swept her into his arms.

Suddenly lifted into the air, Ruan Fu instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

The drunk man's limbs were limp; she was like a spoiled kitten, struggling weakly in his arms. "Who are you? Why are you holding me?"

"I am Zhao Jingnian."

Who is Zhao Jingnian?

"Your husband."

Does that mean I can't recognize people when I'm drunk, or is it just that I can't recognize him?

The man, displeased, suppressed the complex emotions surging in his eyes and asked Meng Shutan, "I'll take her away first. Do you need someone to send you back?"

Meeting Zhao Jingnian's cold and intimidating gaze, Meng Shutan felt a chill run down her spine and waved her hands repeatedly, saying, "No need, no need, I'm not drunk, I'm perfectly sober, I can go back by myself."

Zhao Jingnian grunted in agreement and walked away.

He had just taken a step when Meng Shutan suddenly called out to him, "Mr. Zhao."

Although she was intimidated by Zhao Jingnian, she still forced herself to speak her mind for her best friend.

Her tone was both timid and firm: "Mr. Zhao, I'm warning you, you're not allowed to make Fufu angry again."

Warn him?

Zhao Jingnian curled his lips in slight disdain.

"If you continue to make Fufu suffer, or say anything that hurts her, I... I'll persuade Fufu to divorce you!"

It's the first time I've ever seen someone use the honorific "you" to warn someone; it's quite funny.

A hint of mockery flashed in his eyes. Without answering, he steadily held the drunken girl in his arms and turned to leave.

After leaving "Blossoming Lane", Zhao Jingnian helped her into the passenger seat, bent down to fasten her seatbelt, and then got into the driver's seat.

Considering that she hadn't completely calmed down and had said last night that she didn't want to go home with him for the time being, Zhao Jingnian drove her back to "Yunlan Garden".

If someone takes it upon themselves to bring her back to "Xi Yue Manor," she might throw a tantrum again once she sobers up.

The car drove steadily into the villa's courtyard. Zhao Jingnian went around to the passenger side, opened the door, and bent down to lift the limp Ruan Fu out of the car.

Her cheeks flushed, and her head rested limply against his broad chest.

"Oh dear, Miss, you're drunk again." Aunt Sun hurriedly went to get some hangover medicine.

Zhao Jingnian carried her back to the bedroom and carefully placed her on the bed.

Ruan Fu lay there in a daze, having not eaten properly for two days. Tonight, she had also drunk a lot of ice wine on an empty stomach, leaving her stomach feeling cold and churning.

"I don't feel well~"

She frowned delicately, "I feel uncomfortable~"

Ruan Fu curled up, clutching her stomach and trembling.

Zhao Jingnian pulled her into his arms, rubbed his palms together to warm them, and then, through her thin clothes, gently massaged her stomach in circular motions.

A faint melancholy settled over the man's eyes. "If you don't even know how to take care of your own body, who do you expect to care for you?"

The little girl was stubborn and willful, and muttered, "You're so annoying~"

"I hate it again?" Zhao Jingnian chuckled silently, his tone carrying a hint of indulgence.

His palms were warm, and after rubbing for a while, Ruan Fu's brows relaxed, and she seemed to feel much better.

Soon, Aunt Sun brought over some hangover remedy and a glass of warm water.

Zhao Jingnian lifted her by the back of her neck with one hand, opened the oral liquid, and brought it to her lips. "Drink it obediently."

Ruan Fu, her eyes blurry with drunkenness, caught a faint scent of medicine at the tip of her nose, immediately frowned, and turned her head away.

"No, it smells bitter."

Zhao Jingqing coaxed softly, "It's not bitter, it's sweet."

"It's a lie, it's bitter." She pursed her lips tightly and refused to open her mouth no matter what.

Seeing her charmingly spoiled and unreasonable behavior, the man's eyes gradually darkened. "Be good."

"Disobedient!"

Zhao Jingnian's patience ran out. After the word "disobedient" was uttered, he tilted his head back and poured the oral liquid in his hand into his mouth.

The next second, he leaned down and covered her soft lips with his.

The moment their lips touched, a sweet, citrusy oral liquid slowly flowed into her mouth.

Zhao Jingnian held her slender waist with his hand, his posture both strong and gentle.

The man's tongue gently probed inside, transferring all the hangover-relieving liquid from his mouth to her.

A light, lingering aroma of alcohol intertwines with a sweet, medicinal fragrance.

Ruan Fu struggled for a moment at first, but soon became immersed in his tender and lingering kiss, her previously confused consciousness completely blank.

She instinctively tilted her head back, letting him plunder her at will.

Only after confirming that she had swallowed the hangover remedy did Zhao Jingnian release her and separate their lips.

If a little girl is being willful and refuses to take her medicine, then we have to resort to some methods.

Ruan Fu's eyes were misty with tears as she licked her lips, as if savoring the memory.

"Brother, your mouth... feels so good~"

Her clear, bright eyes sparkled with laughter as she pleaded playfully, "Can we do it one more time?"

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Old Zhao's first strategy for winning back his wife: giving her jewelry.

Old Zhao's second strategy for winning back his wife: Fatherly care

Let's look at the third strategy tomorrow: ? ? ? ?

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