Using power to force marriage

When she returned after making the call, she had just opened the door to the lounge when she heard Ms. Han's boyfriend, the donor, gossiping about her and Zhao Jingnian.

"That couple is really good at putting on a show, pretending to be philanthropists. You'd be better off buying my parents an apartment with that million yuan you donated to them."

"Can you please stop talking nonsense?" Miss Han stopped him.

"How could I say anything wrong? That Mr. Zhao can be so ruthless to his own family. He and his wife slept in the same bed together. What kind of good person do you think that Miss Ruan is?"

At the door, Ruan Fu stopped in her tracks, having overheard the conversation between the two people in the lounge.

The man kept rambling on, "You should have listened to me. It would have been much better to use that million to buy a house for my parents back in our hometown. Why did you have to donate it to that wicked couple?"

Ms. Han: "This is someone's lounge, can you please refrain from talking nonsense?"

"My mother works as a maid at the Zhao family's old house. She told me this herself, but you just won't believe it. How do you think people like them get rich? They use charity as a cover, but who knows how much money they've embezzled."

"That Mr. Zhao is ruthless. He had his own uncle's leg broken and put his own grandfather under house arrest. He is utterly evil."

Miss Han scolded him, telling him to shut up and stop spreading rumors.

He was right; Zhao Jingnian did indeed have Zhao Qi's legs broken and stripped the old man of his power.

As for the house arrest, it was because the old man insisted on protecting Zhao Qi, so Zhao Jingnian sent someone to send the father and son to a villa in the suburbs.

To the outside world, they said that the old man was getting old and preferred quiet, so he moved to a villa in the suburbs to live out his days in peace. Zhao Qi, being filial, insisted on going there to take care of him.

The suburban villa was a tranquil place, nestled against the mountains and beside the water, truly an ideal retirement home. Zhao Jingnian arranged for someone to take meticulous care of the old man, without any mistreatment, and there was absolutely no question of him being placed under house arrest.

He had already given the old man plenty of face. If he really wanted to go to extremes, Zhao Qi should be in prison right now, not enjoying his retirement with the old man in the villa.

After listening to the conversation between the two in the lounge, Ruan Fu suddenly pushed open the door and entered, startling them.

She strode into the building, followed by two security guards from the shelter.

"Sir." Ruan Fu walked up to him with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

"How was the tea and snacks prepared at our shelter? Did you enjoy them?"

Hearing her gentle question, the man assumed that Ruan Fu hadn't heard what she had just said.

He replied, "It's fine."

"If it's so good, then why can't it shut your foul mouth?"

Upon hearing this, the man's role changed drastically.

The next second, a solid slap landed on his face.

Ruan Fu swung her arm and slapped him hard until her hand went numb.

Her slap startled everyone in the lounge.

At this moment, Ruan Fu's brows and eyes were covered with a layer of frost, all her former delicate and pretty childishness had faded away, and she exuded a chilling aura.

"You dare hit me!" A bright red handprint appeared on the man's face as he shouted angrily.

He didn't expect Ruan Fu to hear what he just said, nor did he expect her to be so protective of him.

The man was furious. He pointed at Ruan Fu's nose and demanded, "I only said a few words of idle chatter, what right do you have to hit me?"

The two security guards standing behind Ruan Fu stepped forward, their tall and imposing figures instantly intimidating him.

"Miss Han, this kind of scum doesn't deserve you at all. Don't waste your time and youth on him."

Ruan Fu smiled coldly, "Of course, there's also the money he cares about most."

Enraged, the man pointed at Ruan Fu's nose and said, "Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you're rich and powerful. You'll get your comeuppance."

Ruan Fu slightly raised her chin, looking down at him with an air of superiority. The arrogance and imposing presence inherent in those in power were fully displayed on her, cold and intimidating.

"It's unclear whether we'll face retribution yet, but yours has come."

Her voice was cold and sharp, "The Ruan family's legal team will contact you later. Get ready to receive a lawyer's letter."

After saying that, without giving him a chance to speak again, two security guards covered the man's mouth and dragged him out.

Ms. Han, who was standing nearby, apologized to her with a guilty expression.

"Why are you apologizing for the mistake he made?"

She adopted a gentler tone when speaking to Ms. Han, "However, as a fellow woman, I want to advise you to open your eyes wide. Such a rotten man is not worthy of you at all."

freeloader, gossip, malicious, vampire...

There isn't a single redeeming quality about him.

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After seeing Miss Han off, Ruan Fu took a car towards the Ruan family manor.

On the way, she recalled what the man had just said.

Zhao Qi was crippled, and the old man was sent to a villa in the suburbs. It seems that the commotion that night really caused quite a stir.

In Ruan Fu's memory, Zhao Jingnian was refined, dignified, and knew how to be polite and virtuous. He was not the kind of cruel and ruthless tyrant at all, and he was always respectful and filial to the old man.

Hearing that person speak ill of Zhao Jingnian like that, Ruan Fu was furious and instinctively wanted to defend him.

Ruan Fu still doesn't know what happened that night, and he's unwilling to tell her. She only learned about it today from a gossipy scoundrel.

After thinking it over calmly, she still took out her phone and sent him a WeChat reminder.

Soft and Soft: [Do you know your Zhao family's old house is haunted? The servants are gossiping that you harmed your own family.]

The servants in the old house are all reliable confidants; the only ones who dare to gossip are the servants in Zhao Qi's courtyard.

However, after the incident that night, Zhao Jingnian had already dismissed them all.

N: [I have never acknowledged Zhao Qi as my closest relative.]

Upon seeing his reply, Ruan Fu hesitated, unsure whether she should continue asking questions.

She wanted Zhao Jingnian to tell her about the old house on his own initiative, rather than her repeatedly asking him about it.

If he were to actually ask, and then say, "Xiao Fu, you talk too much," Ruan Fu might really start a divorce with him.

N: [My punishment of Zhao Qi was deserved. The old man is old, senile, and stubborn; sending him to another residence to live out his days is the best arrangement.]

She wanted to know why Zhao Jingnian would do this; there had to be a reason.

N: [Did you eat well today?]

He changed the subject and didn't continue the conversation.

After seeing this, Ruan Fu no longer wanted to talk to him.

Back at the Ruan family manor, the family was preparing for dinner.

It was strange to see her come back alone.

Today is a holiday. A few days ago, when Ruan Fu came back to learn how to make sachets from He Shu, she said that she would be spending the Dragon Boat Festival with Zhao Jingnian, so she wouldn't be coming back for dinner.

When questioned by her family, she made an excuse that Zhao Jingnian had gone on an urgent business trip, without mentioning the argument.

He spoke with such conviction that a certain project on Hong Kong Island required his personal involvement, and his family believed him.

After dinner, Ruan Qian saw a message on her phone that there would be a drone show that night, which was said to be a celebration of the Dragon Boat Festival by the Beicheng government.

After dinner, the family played mahjong in the courtyard pavilion, chatting casually while looking forward to the drone show that was about to begin.

Moments later, spots of light suddenly appeared in the sky.

Thousands of drones constantly changed formations in the inky sky.

First, they were arranged in the shape of emerald green rice dumplings, then they transformed into golden dragon boats, red carp, blue sachets, and various Dragon Boat Festival elements appeared in turn.

This kind of drone extravaganza has always only appeared on big occasions like the Spring Festival, and has never been seen during the Dragon Boat Festival.

After a series of various patterns appeared, the drones formed a neat array of characters: 【May you have a peaceful and healthy Dragon Boat Festival, and enjoy happiness and joy】

Everyone has heard of "Happy Dragon Boat Festival," but what is "Fu Fu Xi Le" (福福喜乐)? Does such a phrase even exist?

Ruan Qian asked in surprise, "Fufu, have you ever heard of the idiom 'Fu Fu Xi Le' (福福喜乐)? Is there such an idiom?"

Ruan Fu chuckled, "Never heard of it."

The performance lasted for about ten minutes, and then the sky returned to calm.

The Nguyen family, who were watching the performance in the courtyard, thought it was over and were preparing to go back inside.

Unexpectedly, the drone swarm lit up again and rearranged its formation.

Against the backdrop of night, bright lights spelled out the words "sorry" in bold English.

The family looked on in astonishment.

He Shu: "Wasn't this a festival performance organized by the Beicheng government? Why is there an apology message on it?"

As Ruan Fu stared at the glaring English words in the sky, her heart skipped a beat, and she vaguely guessed that this drone show might not have been arranged by the Beicheng authorities.

Ruan Qian joked, "First it was 'Fu Fu Xi Le' (福福喜乐), then it was 'sorry' (sorry). Maybe the programmer messed up the program."

Ruan Zhengyang also laughed, "How could such a mistake happen in an officially arranged performance? The world really is a huge makeshift operation."

Ruan Fu was in a state of utter confusion, so Zhao Jingnian arranged tonight's drone show.

"福福喜乐" is wishing her a happy holiday, and "sorry" is apologizing to her.

Was she right?

Zhao Jingnian watched the drone show with her in the car, then sent her a WeChat message:

N: [Xiao Fu, Happy Dragon Boat Festival.]

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Old Zhao's first tactic to appease his wife: giving her jewelry.

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

Old Zhao's third strategy to appease his wife: Promoting fame and fortune

Old Zhao's fourth tactic to appease his wife: Apologize with a drone.

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

(The soft approach is exhausted, time to get tough. Let's force love. Hiss~)