Using power to force marriage

As night deepened, the atmosphere outside the Xiyue Manor was heavy.

The word "illegitimate child" extinguished most of He Yiheng's arrogance. He lowered his eyelids and let out a bitter laugh.

Seeing that He Yiheng was in low spirits, Ruan Fu reached out and tugged at Zhao Jingnian's sleeve, reminding him, "Don't say that."

Her actions displeased Zhao Jingnian. This fool had come to his doorstep in an attempt to seduce his wife, and his wife had actually defended her.

He Yiheng refused to admit defeat, and even if people used the words "illegitimate child" to criticize him, he would not give up his obsession.

He had been chasing after Ruan Fu's shadow for fifteen years, and they had a relationship of more than ten years, which Zhao Jingnian could never match.

"I acknowledge your distinguished status and esteemed position. But I am not without my advantages. I am young, and Fufu and I share similar interests and have many common topics."

He Yiheng supported himself, picked up his cane from beside his feet, and slowly stood up. He endured the sharp pain in his legs, straightened his chest, and refused to lose face.

"We studied together, traveled abroad together, participated in charity events together, and rescued injured animals together. We've done so many things together that you've never done. We've been inseparable since we were eight years old. Can you compare to that?"

Ruan Fu was worried that if He Yiheng continued to speak so recklessly, he would completely anger Zhao Jingnian. He was still injured and looked haggard, so he needed to rest properly.

"It's getting late, He Yiheng, you should go home now and take good care of your injuries."

Ruan Fu's words brightened his eyes, undoubtedly giving him courage and encouragement. "Fu Fu, you're concerned about me, aren't you?"

She said helplessly, "I'm worried about you. I'm afraid you'll get beaten if you keep talking."

She knew Zhao Jingnian's ruthlessness; she could be cruel to even her own blood relatives in the Zhao family's old mansion, let alone He Yiheng.

Ruan Fu was already worried that if he continued talking, his words might upset Zhao Jingnian and worsen his injury.

"You should leave now. I've made myself clear enough. I don't like you. We've been friends since we were eight, and we'll still be friends when we're eighty. There's no other possibility."

He Yiheng seemed not to understand and continued to provoke, "Did you hear that? Fufu and I have known each other since we were eight years old. We have a 15-year-old emotional foundation that you can't compare to in your entire life."

Zhao Jingnian didn't rush to refute, his narrow eyes sweeping over He Yiheng with a hint of cold indifference and mockery.

He was puzzled as to how there could be such a stupid person as He Yiheng in the world, several times stupider than Qi Xiao.

"You've been by her side for fifteen years but still haven't been able to get into her heart. The emotional foundation you're so proud of seems more like a disadvantage to me."

He Yiheng scoffed, "That's still better than you. You've only been married a short time. She may not care about me, and she might not care about you either!"

"have!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Ruan Fu replied firmly, "Zhao Jingnian is my lover, and of course I have him in my heart."

Her words not only surprised and angered He Yiheng, but also brought a hint of surprise to Zhao Jingnian's eyes.

Did you hear that? His wife just called him "my love" and said she has him in her heart.

He Yiheng said incredulously, "Fufu, you've been bewitched by this old man, haven't you?"

Ruan Fu linked arms with Zhao Jingnian and said intimately, "He Yiheng, if you keep this up, we won't even be friends anymore."

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After the two returned, Zhao Jingnian went straight to the bedroom to take a shower, while Ruan Fu played with her cats and dogs downstairs.

When she returned, she could tell that the man's expression seemed rather unpleasant. Was he angry after all that commotion tonight?

Probably not. She and He Yiheng are just friends, and they've always kept their distance. She made it quite clear what she said earlier.

But He Yiheng was stubborn and refused to give up, so there was nothing she could do.

However, Zhao Jingnian is quite sensible and would certainly not misunderstand their relationship.

About half an hour later, Ruan Fu's phone rang.

N: [Come up here to sleep.]

Zhao Jingnian had finished showering and was calling her.

Ruan Fu put the kittens and puppies in the enclosure and then returned to the master bedroom.

There was a refreshing scent of shower gel in the room, and on his body.

The man sitting on the sofa had half-dry hair, and his dark gray pajamas made him look gentle and easy-going.

"Zhao Jingnian, are you angry?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Jingnian smiled lazily, "Why do you ask that?"

"It's about He Yiheng, right? You haven't misunderstood, have you?"

His expression softened. "Of course not, your husband isn't the kind of petty man."

She walked over to Zhao Jingnian and sat down in his lap.

"Why do I sense that you seem a little unhappy?"

"no."

"But you had such a long face just now." Ruan Fu reached out and poked the corner of his mouth.

She had a stern face because He Yiheng called her an "old man," not because he was targeting her.

Zhao Jingnian had never cared about such intangible things as age before; to him, it was just a number. Reaching his current level at the age of 30 was something no one else in the entire Beicheng could achieve.

He Yiheng is inferior to him in every aspect, whether it is family background, knowledge, money, status, or even physique and appearance, he has an overwhelming advantage.

But they were the same age and had a childhood friendship. Although Zhao Jingnian said he didn't mind, he was still a little uneasy.

"Xiao Fu, say it again."

Ruan Fu was a little confused. "What did you say?"

The man lowered his head and nuzzled her nose, saying, "Say I'm your lover, say you have me in your heart."

Ruan Fu smiled brightly, wrapped her arms around his neck, and satisfied him.

"You are my love, you are in my heart."

As she finished speaking, her pink lips curved into a beautiful smile.

Zhao Jingnian stared intently at her delicate, luscious lips and kissed them deeply.

He kissed her deeply and intensely, his tongue probing inside, entwining and caressing her wantonly, gradually taking over all her breath.

The surrounding air began to heat up, their breaths quickened and intertwined, his kisses were long and intensely possessive, his arms encircled her slender waist, as if he wanted to meld her whole body into his.

Ruan Fu was so dizzy from his kisses that she couldn't resist and had to turn her head away.

She clung to his shoulders, panting heavily, her voice trembling as she softly accused him, "Zhao Jingnian, you kissed me so fiercely, I can't breathe."

The man rubbed his fingertips against her swollen, red lips, and chuckled in a low voice, "You spoiled brat."

Ruan Fu leaned against Zhao Jingnian's chest and rested for a while before her breathing became a little easier, but her mouth still hurt.