Using power to force marriage

Ruan Fu spoke to him jokingly, "Zhao Jingnian, did you scare him away?"

The young man who came to ask for my WeChat ID has already disappeared.

He scoffed, "What else? Keep it for the New Year?"

There are always some arrogant and ignorant men who covet his wife. It's a headache.

Meng Shutan leaned over and teased, "Fufu, can you smell a strong scent of vinegar?"

Anyway, she smelled it.

He led Ruan Fu towards where the car was parked.

The artist entrance was clear and unobstructed, and Zhao Jingnian's car was parked here.

After getting into the car, he instructed the driver, "Take Miss Meng home first."

Meng Shutan gave her home address: "No. 109, Lanwan Road".

Bottled water and juice were provided in the car.

Knowing that she must have been belting out songs at the music festival and that her throat would be very dry afterward, I prepared some water in advance.

Zhao Jingnian: "What would you like to drink?"

Ruan Fu: "Juice bar."

He handed one bottle to her and one to Meng Shutan.

Meng Shutan's bottle was chilled, but Ruan Fu's was not.

Ruan Fu scolded him playfully, "Why won't you let me drink something cold on such a hot day?"

Zhao Jingnian said casually, "Your period is coming soon."

"It's not here yet, is it?" she bargained, reaching for another bottle of iced juice beside him.

"You never learn, do you?" Zhao Jingnian slapped the back of her hand.

Last month, she experienced severe menstrual cramps because she ate too much ice.

Ruan Fu's menstrual cramps are not actually severe. As long as she avoids eating cold foods before her period, she generally doesn't experience much pain.

It's already July, and the weather is getting hotter and hotter. She can't control her eating habits and drinks ice water and eats ice cream every day, which is why her menstrual cramps suddenly became severe last month.

We absolutely cannot indulge her any longer this month.

As Meng Shutan sipped her juice, she watched her best friend being disciplined, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Ruan Fu glanced at the smelly old man beside her with a disdainful look. "So annoying, always meddling in everything."

The day before yesterday I told her to wear a skirt, and today I told her to drink juice.

Although Zhao Jingnian usually gives in to her and indulges her in every way, he is not so accommodating when it comes to her health.

There was nothing she could do but obediently drink the room-temperature juice.

"Tan Tan, let me tell you, when you look for a husband in the future, don't look for an older man like this. Older men are the fiercest when they want to discipline people."

Ruan Fu looked resentful, blaming him for not letting her drink iced juice, so she deliberately said these words to hurt him.

Meng Shutan chuckled, "Hehe, I like younger men."

She deliberately chimed in, "I suddenly like younger men too. I wish I hadn't married an older man."

Zhao Jingnian was not affected by her words, and only said slowly, "How can you become an artist if you don't marry an old man?"

In the short time it took to speak, the car had already left the congested area around the music festival and was speeding along without any obstruction.

Meng Shutan's home is not far from the music festival venue; it's only a 20-minute drive away.

Before getting off the bus, Ruan Fu invited her, "Tan Tan, I'm going to Sister Cen's equestrian club tomorrow, why don't you come with me?"

"Great, that's perfect, I haven't met Brother Qi Yu's girlfriend yet."

After dropping Meng Shutan off, the driver turned around and headed towards "Xi Yue Manor".

Mentioning the equestrian club, Ruan Fu suddenly asked curiously, "Zhao Jingnian, can you ride a horse?"

He nodded. "Mm."

The growth trajectory of children from wealthy families is generally like this: equestrianism is an essential skill, and in addition, they also attend all the courses of Western aristocracy, such as fencing, golf, and social etiquette.

"I've never seen you ride a horse before."

Come to think of it, she doesn't seem to have gone out for entertainment or relaxation with Zhao Jingnian since their marriage.

"We have a sister event tomorrow, so it's not convenient for you to go. Let's find another opportunity later. I want to see you ride a horse."

She usually saw Zhao Jingnian as a refined and elegant gentleman, and she couldn't imagine him galloping freely on horseback.

When Ruan Fu was studying abroad, she enjoyed watching equestrian competitions and had two favorite riders whom she would follow for their competition schedules.

However, she herself is not a very good rider, so she has a kind of admiration for people who are skilled at riding horses and likes to see their dashing figure riding against the wind.

Her eyes flickered slightly as she asked the man beside her, "Are you good at horseback riding?"

"Well enough."

Zhao Jingnian has always been like this, only speaking three-tenths of what he means.

Hearing his slow, indifferent reply, Ruan Fu was somewhat disappointed. "Alright."

She didn't understand his humility; she thought that "okay" was the same as "not good," otherwise why wouldn't he just say he was amazing?

Zhao Jingnian is so busy with work, he'd like to be split into eight pieces, where would he find the time to spare for such entertainment?

It's already quite an achievement that he can ride; how can we expect him to be a great rider?

Ruan Fu took out her phone, flipped through her photo album, and shared with her a photo of herself with the riders when she watched an equestrian competition abroad.

"This rider's name is Lyon, I've watched many of his races."

"And this female rider, Annie, is the youngest world champion."

As you flip through the photos, you find He Yiheng mixed in with the group photos of her and the champion riders.

Zhao Jingnian's eyes, which were fixed on his phone screen, suddenly darkened.

In the photo, He Yiheng stands on the podium, wearing a black riding outfit, with a tall and straight figure, broad shoulders and a narrow waist.

With his championship medal around his neck, he smiled triumphantly and made a "salute" gesture towards Ruan Fu's camera.

Ruan Fu felt inexplicably uneasy, as if she were being locked onto by a dark and dangerous gaze.

She explained, "I studied abroad with He Yiheng. He won the championship in the amateur equestrian show jumping competition. I took this picture for him when I went to watch the competition as a friend."

He nodded, suddenly finding Ruan Fu's eagerness to clarify somewhat endearing.

Does Xiao Fu really think he's such a petty and narrow-minded man? Does she think he can't even tolerate a friend's photo?

Seeing that Zhao Jingnian had not misunderstood, Ruan Fu was relieved.

"This photo must have been taken when he was 20 years old. He Yiheng was quite impressive; he won the amateur group championship in his first competition."

In a country like the UK with a deep-rooted equestrian tradition, there are many skilled enthusiasts who have been practicing for years in the amateur category. It is already quite remarkable that He Yiheng was able to win the amateur championship without undergoing systematic professional training.

"Is that what you call impressive?" Zhao Jingnian said with a hint of disdain.

"Isn't that impressive?"

She even sent He Yiheng's competition video to her family, and everyone thought it was amazing.

Ruan Fu rummaged through her phone. "I still have videos of his matches here. Do you want to watch them?"

Hearing his Xiao Fu praise another man, Zhao Jingnian felt as if countless tiny thorns had been planted in his heart.

I feel uncomfortable; I feel uncomfortable all over.

He snatched the phone, turned off the screen, and tossed it aside.

"Xiao Fu, please comfort me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Jingnian stretched out his long arm, wrapped it around her waist, and pulled her onto his lap.

Ruan Fu was completely confused. "What's wrong with you?"

He didn't speak, his eyes were deep, and he held the back of her neck with his large hand and kissed her lips without saying a word.

Ruan Fu didn't know what was wrong with the old man, what was going on with his sudden fragility?

He kissed her passionately, his arms wrapped tightly around hers, his tongue exploring her mouth, slowly taking over her breath.

Although Ruan Fu was a little confused, she obediently responded and opened her mouth for him to kiss her.