Using power to force marriage

"I know, so what?" Ruan Fu found him inexplicable.

She's married, so it doesn't conflict with her going to find Jiang Qiyu.

Zhao Jingnian lowered his voice and whispered in her ear, "Xiao Fu, although I can tolerate anything you do, it doesn't mean I have no bottom line."

Upon hearing this, she paused for a moment and understood the meaning behind his words.

"What are you thinking about?"

Ruan Fu raised her hand and punched him in the chest. "You don't actually think I have those kinds of feelings for my brother, do you?"

It's no wonder he overthinks things; her words just now were too easy to misunderstand.

Ruan Fu felt both annoyed and amused, and waved to him, signaling him to bend down.

Zhao Jingnian obediently bent down.

She leaned close to his ear and whispered, "My sister likes my brother, and I think my brother likes her too, but he's too shy to say it because of our sibling relationship. That's why I need to ask my brother to find out."

That old man is way too sensitive; he actually thought...

Hearing her words, Zhao Jingnian straightened his tie somewhat awkwardly, "So you're in a hurry to play matchmaker for someone."

Ruan Fu suppressed a laugh and retorted, "Otherwise what?"

She gave him a knowing look, her words dripping with teasing, "At your age, you're still so immature. How can you be so jealous?"

Zhao Jingnian had just felt sluggish and uncomfortable, but after hearing the explanation, all his sluggishness vanished.

He coughed lightly, feigning composure, "Well, Jiang Qiyu is talking to someone, you might have to wait a bit."

"I'll wait at the entrance of the lounge."

After saying that, Ruan Fu lifted her skirt and turned to leave.

After she left, Zhao Jingnian lowered his head and secretly mocked himself.

He was always calm and composed in the face of adversity, so why did he become so unsteady and easily lose his composure when it came to her?

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Ruan Fu went straight to the second-floor lounge and waited at the door for a few minutes before the door opened.

After Jiang Qiyu finished his business with the Hong Kong businessman, they walked out one after the other.

"Fufu?"

Jiang Qiyu was somewhat surprised to see her at the door.

After seeing the Hong Kong businessman off, Ruan Fu couldn't wait to ask, "Are you really going to get engaged to Sister Cen?"

"right."

Ruan Fu frowned, her face clearly showing her displeasure. "But you don't like Sister Cen, and Sister Cen doesn't like you either, so why do you have to be together?"

"Children shouldn't worry about adult matters." Jiang Qiyu knew she had come for Ruan Qian and didn't want to say more to her.

"I'm not a child."

Ruan Fu pressed on, "My sister likes you, and I can sense that you also feel that way about her..."

Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Qiyu interrupted her sharply with a cold face, "Don't talk nonsense."

He was an adopted son of the Ruan family and had already received countless favors. One should not be too greedy or ungrateful.

The party was crowded and noisy. When the topic came up, Jiang Qiyu pulled Ruan Qian into the lounge and closed the door.

"Ms. Cen and I will get engaged as soon as possible, and at the latest by early next year, we will register our marriage. After that, we plan to move to New York, and my company will also relocate there."

After Jiang Qiyu came of age, he achieved financial independence through his own efforts and founded a technology company, which has been doing very well over the years.

"You're going abroad? Are you planning to distance yourself from us?"

Ruan Fu didn't understand and said urgently, "We are your family."

He remained calm, saying, "I'm only thinking about the company's long-term development; I don't mean anything else. Beicheng is my home, and I make time to come back every year to visit my parents and my two younger sisters."

He bit his "two younger sisters" very hard.

Separated by just one door, Ruan Qian heard everything he said clearly.

Her eyes suddenly stung, and a look of sorrow appeared on her beautiful face. Jiang Qiyu was actually planning to settle in New York to avoid her. Was she really that annoying?

"Brother, my sister has liked you for many years. She has told me a lot about you two. I don't believe you have no feelings for her at all."

Ruan Fuzhen couldn't understand it. Liking someone is a wonderful thing, so why hesitate and not dare to say it?

Jiang Qiyu adjusted his glasses, a hint of ruthlessness surfacing in his cold, deep eyes. "I don't know what I did to cause Qianqian to misunderstand like this. In my heart, she is no different from you; she's just my sister."

Outside the door, Ruan Qian bit her cheek tightly, trying hard not to let her tears fall.

Was she misunderstanding? But she clearly remembered that Jiang Qiyu secretly kissed her on her coming-of-age ceremony. Was she really misunderstanding?

At her coming-of-age ceremony, Ruan Qian drank alcohol.

Like Ruan Fu, the two sisters were "alcohol novices," getting tipsy after just a few sips.

After the coming-of-age ceremony, she was taken back to her room, and she vaguely remembered that Jiang Qiyu carried her back.

I fed her water and covered her with a blanket.

"Happy coming of age, Qianqian."

She was drunk and confused, and vaguely remembered that after Jiang Qiyu said those words by her bedside, he leaned down and kissed her forehead.

When she woke up, Ruan Qian thought it was a dream from last night, since she was drunk and couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion.

But she preferred to believe it was real, and from that night on, she tried to express her feelings to him.

But she didn't dare to be too obvious. Before they severed their sibling relationship, Ruan Qian could only keep to herself and treat him more like a brother.

Jiang Qiyu's words just now were undoubtedly a blow to her head, shattering her illusions.

She was just deluding herself.

She didn't listen any further and turned to leave.

In the lounge, Ruan Fu paced back and forth, looking troubled. "Brother, you two aren't related by blood, and Mom and Dad are very open-minded and respect our thoughts. What are you worried about?"

"I'll only ask you one question: do you like your sister or not?"

As Jiang Qiyu listened to Ruan Fu agonizing over the gains and losses of love in his ear, he slowly lowered his eyes, concealing the emotions within them.

Not all relationships deserve a happy ending.

Ruan Fu gritted her teeth, "You'll regret this!"

He has nothing to regret; it was the best choice.

Jiang Qiyu's uncle had been instigating him since childhood on how to seize the Ruan family's assets and how to deceive the two Ruan sisters. The plan was for him to win over one of them and then, as their adopted son and son-in-law, inherit the Ruan family business.

Over the years, people around him have often talked about how lucky he is. The two daughters of the Ruan family are a traditional Chinese medicine doctor and a veterinarian, respectively, and neither of them went into business. Who knows, Jiang Qiyu might really get a great deal out of this.

These words were like piercing steel needles, stabbing into his heart one by one.

On the night of his coming-of-age ceremony, he did indeed take advantage of Ruan Qian's drunkenness to steal a kiss from her, a scene that was witnessed by the Ruan family patriarch.

Two years ago, the old man was critically ill and on his deathbed, he called his children and grandchildren into his hospital room one by one to give them instructions. Jiang Qiyu made the same vow that the old man had made at his bedside, saying that he would never betray the Ruan family and would never have any improper thoughts about the two Ruan sisters.

He was merely an adopted son, raised and nurtured by the Ruan family; he could not forget their kindness.

If I were to indulge my desires and be with Ruan Qian, wouldn't I truly become the despicable person with treacherous ambitions that those people speak of?

Ruan Qian may be immature and willful, but he cannot.

"Ugh, you're driving me crazy!" Ruan Fu didn't want to talk to this annoying, smelly man anymore, so she lifted her skirt and left the lounge.

Back in the banquet hall on the first floor, Zhao Jingnian saw her huffing and puffing, her face clearly showing her displeasure. He asked gently, "Who made our Xiao Fu unhappy?"

"Who else could it be but Jiang Qiyu!" She didn't even want to call him "brother" anymore.

He reached out and put his arm around Ruan Fu's shoulder, pulling her to his side. "What happened?"

She didn't understand Jiang Qiyu's helplessness, nor did she know that he had made a vow at the old man's bedside.

All she knew was that Jiang Qiyu was a coward who dared not face his own feelings, and a villain who made her sister sad.

"Zhao Jingnian, I've always believed that if you like someone, you should say it out loud, and if you miss someone, you should meet them immediately."

Her bright eyes held a gleaming love; she refused to be a coward.

"Zhao Jingnian, I love you."

The sudden declaration of love made him catch his breath for a moment. If he remembered correctly, this seemed to be the first time Ruan Fu had said she loved him.

"And you, are you a coward?" she asked seriously.

Children who grow up in an environment of love are good at expressing affection and are naturally not ashamed to ask for it.

"Zhao Jingnian, I want to hear that you love me too."

Although he didn't know what she and Jiang Qiyu talked about, he knew that Ruan Fu was in a bad mood at the moment.

Having spent so much time together, the two of them knew her temperament quite well.

I knew that at this time I needed to go along with her wishes and say things she would listen to.

"You are my wife, of course I will love you."

"Say it again." She wanted to hear it one more time.

Zhao Jingnian tightened his arms around her shoulders slightly, his voice gentle and slow, "I said, I love you."