Using power to force marriage

Zhao Jingnian wrapped his arms around her, his tone full of helplessness, "Xiao Fu, tell me, how can I stop being angry?"

He's at his wit's end. He's tried everything these past few days, and it's just too hard to coax him.

Hearing his question, Ruan Fu's temper, which had been pent up for several days, flared up again.

"Zhao Jingnian! I've really had enough of you."

Ruan Fu was practically bursting with frustration. "It's been so many days, and you still haven't figured out why I'm angry. How can you be so dense?"

He smiled faintly, "I'm clumsy, Miss Ruan, you're so clever, teach me."

As long as he takes the initiative to explain to her what exactly happened at the old house that night and promises not to hide it from her again, Ruan Fu will naturally stop being angry.

"Zhao Jingnian, I just want to know what exactly happened that night. Is it that hard?"

Upon hearing this, his expression turned cold and weary. "Xiao Fu, the affairs of the old house are too dirty for you to know."

In his eyes, the scheming and infighting in the old house were all filthy and disgusting, and Ruan Fu, an innocent little princess, should not have to suffer with him.

"It's all been taken care of."

"As your wife and the mistress of the Zhao family, don't I even have the right to know?"

Ruan Fu's nose tingled, and she looked at him stubbornly, "I will tell you everything about my family, my friends, and all the big and small things in my life, without holding anything back."

But the Zhao family's affairs and the Ruan family's affairs are completely different, so there's nothing worth sharing.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Ruan Fu completely lost her patience.

"Divorce! We must get a divorce!"

She gritted her teeth, "We're just not a good match! I'd go crazy living with someone like you for the rest of my life!"

Upon hearing her say the word "divorce," Zhao Jingnian's expression noticeably turned cold.

The two seemingly innocuous words possessed such power, like a sharp blade tempered with ice, piercing deep into his heart.

"Did you hear me? I said divorce!"

Now that the marriage has begun, the initiative is in his hands; it's not her place to stop it.

Zhao Jingnian's eyes suddenly darkened, and the gentleness in them gradually faded.

"Xiao Fu, I don't like hearing that. Don't say it again."

Ruan Fucai ignored him and insisted on speaking.

"You never considered me as the lover you wanted to spend your life with. I shouldn't have been so foolish as to marry you."

The driver in the front seat was very observant. Upon hearing "divorce," he quickly pressed a button, and the thick soundproof partition slowly rose, completely isolating the front and rear compartments.

The working class should be aware that they shouldn't listen to what they shouldn't listen to, and they don't need to know what they shouldn't know.

"Just because I didn't tell you about the old house, you want a divorce?"

"right!"

She always believed that couples should share joys and sorrows, instead of being like him, presumptuously isolating his wife.

"Am I not worthy to be a part of your life?"

Seeing her insistence on knowing, Zhao Jingnian scoffed, "Stories of blood feuds are nothing to be happy about."

Blood relatives killing each other?

Ruan Fu's heart skipped a beat; was this word too strong?

"My dad fell down the stairs and hit his head. Zhao Qi did it. I had someone break Zhao Qi's leg in front of the old man. That night, the old house was a river of blood."

She finally heard what she wanted to know from his own ears.

Ruan Fu stared blankly at the man in front of her, all the anger and grievances surging in her chest instantly drained away.

She thought that what Ms. Han's boyfriend said that day was just made up, but she never expected it to be true.

Zhao Jingnian stared at the shock in her eyes, a faint, mocking smile slowly curving his lips. "Surprised? You think I'm violent and cruel, capable of harming even my own flesh and blood, a bad person?"

In recent days, various branches of the Zhao family have been discussing the events of that night in private. Zhao Qi has completely fallen from power, and all the uncles and cousins ​​who were on good terms with him have been punished.

He swiftly and decisively eradicated all the cancerous elements in the entire family, stripping the old man of his power and locking him and Zhao Qi in a villa on the outskirts of the city.

Zhao Jingnian's ruthless methods left no room for compromise, causing all the relatives and collateral branches of the Zhao family to live in fear.

Ruan Fu was too well protected by her family from a young age, and lived a clean and pure life. How could a delicate flower raised in a greenhouse get involved in such secrets and filth?

Zhao Jingnian didn't want these bloody things to soil her ears.

More importantly, in front of her, he always presented himself as a refined, upright, and virtuous man.

Zhao Jingnian didn't want Ruan Fu to see his bloody and violent side. What if she was disgusted by it?

He frankly stated, "You can think I'm a bad person."

The moment she finished speaking, Ruan Fu's eyes suddenly reddened. "You're not a bad person."

After hearing about the old house, she felt neither fear nor disgust towards the man in front of her.

She just stared at him, her eyes soft and burning.

That look was all too familiar, and it stung Zhao Jingnian.

This is the look in her eyes whenever she looks at the wounded and helpless stray animals in the rescue station.

Compassion, pity.

An overwhelming sense of shame overwhelmed him. "Don't look at me like that."

He is Zhao Jingnian, an absolute powerhouse who has risen to the top by wielding power and weathering countless storms, and he needs no one's pity.

Looking at the man's tense and cold eyes, Ruan Fu felt a lump in her throat and said softly, "I'm not pitying you."

"It's heartache."

The word "heartache" struck Zhao Jingnian's barren and cold heart squarely.

Zhao Qi is ruthless and cunning, and the old man is muddle-headed and stubborn. They were the ones who hurt him first, and they hurt his real family.

He did this simply to protect his father and family; those wicked people who committed heinous crimes deserved to be punished.

Ruan Fu suddenly felt that no one in the Zhao family loved him, and that there were conspiracies and schemes everywhere.

His biological parents, on the other hand, were so distant and indifferent towards him that they didn't even want to say a word to him.

Ruan Fu could clearly sense that Zhao Jingnian cared a lot about Zhao Yuzhou and Su Yao, so why were they treating him like this?

"By the way, let me tell you something else: my father, Zhao Yuzhou, who has been paralyzed for over twenty years, owes his leg injury to me."

He seemed to be doing it on purpose, determined to reshape his image in Ruan Fu's mind.

"Do you still think I'm a good person now?"

Ruan Fu's eyes glistened. "But I'm not familiar with anyone from the Zhao family. I only know you. In my heart, you're the best."

At least he was good to her.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Jingnian gave her no chance to react, forcefully grabbing the back of her neck and kissing her deeply.

His kisses were always gentle and tender, but this one was very different.

Very fierce, very lustful, as if plundering.

Ruan Fu couldn't break free and was kissed until she was almost breathless.

Zhao Jingnian seemed to have gone mad. She was a little scared and patted his shoulder hard, trying to make him give in.

This negligible force was insignificant and still failed to stop his atrocities.

The man pinned her restless arms behind her back and continued to entangle with her relentlessly.

With no other choice, Ruan Fu suddenly tightened her jaw and bit down hard.

A sharp pain exploded instantly as she bit Zhao Jingnian's tongue.

A pungent, sweet taste spread freely between our intertwined lips and teeth.

Ruan Fu wanted to bite him hard to force him to calm down.

Despite the pain, Zhao Jingnian not only didn't let go, but tightened his arms even more, holding her tightly in his embrace.

The man's tongue continued its forceful penetration, entwining with hers aggressively.

The air in Ruan Fu's chest was gradually sucked out, and her head was spinning.

Helpless, she could only shed tears of vulnerability and despair. The tears overflowed her eyes, rolled down her cheeks, and landed on their tightly pressed lips.

Upon tasting her bitter tears, Zhao Jingnian suddenly stopped moving.