Using power to force marriage

When he looked up and saw Ruan Fu's beautiful, sparkling eyes, he finally regained his senses.

The moment their lips parted, they were finally able to catch their breath, their chests heaving violently.

Before he could catch his breath, a crisp, loud slap landed on Zhao Jingnian's face.

The man clearly felt a tingling sensation on his left cheek. The girl didn't have much strength, and the slap didn't hurt him much.

"Zhao Jingnian, you bastard!"

He wiped the blood from his lips, his tone harsh, "Do you still think I'm good to you now?"

He said he didn't need pity, but she insisted on feeling sorry for him, so this was her punishment.

"Aren't you childish?" Ruan Fu asked with a resentful look, feeling that he didn't know what was good for him.

The car came to a smooth stop in front of the courtyard of "Xi Yue Manor".

Zhao Jingnian pulled her out of the car, held her in his arms with one hand, and strode into the master bedroom.

During the two weeks of the Cold War, he remained aloof and composed during the day, just as usual.

But at night, an indescribable longing would surge up in his heart, a longing for her from the inside out.

As he slept, the soothing sachet she had sewn by hand fueled his base desires, which were deeply ingrained in his very being. Every night, the tranquil and serene fragrance would fuel his desires to grow wildly.

His refined and elegant demeanor in public was merely a facade. Born into the quagmire of the Zhao family and accustomed to intrigue and scheming, how could he possibly be a good person?

Ruan Fu's heartfelt "heartache" just now completely ignited his long-suppressed desires.

A sudden, obsessive thought arose in his mind: he wanted to crush this pure and delicate hothouse flower, trap it in his world, and possess it for life.

At this moment, Zhao Jingnian had shed all his usual gentle pretense, and his eyes were surging with an ambiguous emotion that made her heart tremble with fear.

"Xiao Fu, I miss you so much."

He held her two slender wrists firmly in his large hands, pressing them against the side of the pillow, and leaned down to shower her with a lingering kiss.

It carries intense emotions that have been suppressed for a long time, both forceful and tender.

Ruan Fu felt that Zhao Jingnian was unusually terrifying tonight, very different from the person she remembered. It seemed that this was his true self after he took off his mask.

"Zhao Jingnian, you..."

During his tender and passionate kisses, Ruan Fu had no chance to speak.

Gradually, his strength waned, and his mind sank into a slump.

The air was scorching hot, and the two bodies were tightly intertwined.

He gripped her soft waist, lifted her skirt, and reached inside.

She let out a soft moan, unable to contain herself.

This sweet, coquettish voice drifted into Zhao Jingnian's ears.

That sound... was undoubtedly meant to add to the festivities.

He reached down from Ruan Fu's slender back and skillfully untied the bindings on her chest.

Her skin, smooth and lustrous like jade, was unveiled, revealing a radiant spring glow and an alluring charm.

He nuzzled against her neck, his voice deep and husky, like a vintage spirit, "So now, Xiao Fu, do you still think I'm a good person?"

"I think so." She remained steadfast in her opinion.

Ruan Fu was panting heavily, her voice trembling violently, "Zhao Jingnian, you can't hide anything from me anymore. You have to tell me everything I ask you. I want to know everything about you."

Every time they fulfilled their marital obligations, he would patiently accompany her through ample foreplay, carefully teasing her to help her find her optimal state.

Ruan Fu tightened her grip on her fingertips. "I'm only giving you two choices: either let me into your world, or get out of mine!"

She didn't want to be a couple in name only for the rest of her life; it was too boring.

Zhao Jingnian's kiss carried a hint of lazy laughter. "My world isn't easy to enter. If you really do enter, you'll never be able to leave again in this lifetime."

Her mind was already hazy and disoriented, as if she had fallen into a soft, gentle mist, and all the sounds around her had become blurry and hollow.

"Xiao Fu, never betray me." The man's deep, husky voice lingered in her ears.

Ruan Fu always had to take a bath and be completely clean before she could fall asleep, so Zhao Jingnian simply carried her into the bathroom.

The mirror reflected a sensual scene.

Ruan Fu responded to him with a desperate desire, her legs were so weak that she just wanted to cling to him.

Red finger marks appeared on her delicate legs.

"Hold it tight yourself, I'm not responsible if it falls."

She had no strength left, and weakly accused the man of being heartless and cold, and of not being able to care for her at all.

But he actually let go of her, on purpose.

Ruan Fu could only hold on tightly by herself.

He felt the pressure around his waist. He laughed maliciously again, "Hanging it so tight..."

Afraid your husband will run away?

Ruan Fu could no longer bear it and bit his shoulder hard. He had said both the truth and the sarcasm he wanted to say. How hateful!

This bite was quite painful, but also quite exciting.

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(Princess, I was quite busy with work yesterday and couldn't update at midnight. To make up for the princesses who were waiting for the update, I've added an extra chapter. I love every one of my darlings who followed my updates~ Your support is my biggest motivation to update!)

Hehe, let's celebrate that Lao Zhao finally won over his wife!