Using power to force marriage

As soon as Zhao Jingnian entered the house, he saw Ruan Fu taking a selfie with the potted plants in the living room and her phone.

They were away from Beicheng for 20 days. Zhao Jingnian hired a florist to come and take care of them. Her beautiful flowers and plants were well cared for and bloomed brightly and profusely.

Seeing him return, Ruan Fu waved to him with a smile, "Come here quickly, these blue plumbago plants are growing so fast, they've overflowed their pots."

Zhao Jingnian walked slowly towards her, his attention not on the flowers and plants, but entirely on her.

In his eyes, people are more beautiful than flowers.

With joy in her eyes, Ruan Fu shared with Zhao Jingnian, "My favorite Rieger begonia is blooming so beautifully. I thought it would die when it got hot."

But no, the florist he hired was very professional and took excellent care of them.

She handed her phone to Zhao Jingnian and asked him to take a few photos.

"I want to take a picture with my flowers, so please make me look pretty in the photo!"

Ruan Fu wore a light green satin dress. She held up the hem of her dress and posed in the middle of the flowers.

Zhao Jingnian picked up his phone and took a few pictures of her.

"Do you think your photos are good?"

She reached out and asked him for his phone, "Give it to me, I need to check it."

Zhao Jingnian thinks his daughter Xiao Fu is a fairy, and she looks good no matter how she is photographed.

Ruan Fu took the phone, and her expression froze instantly.

What she wanted was for people to be in the center, surrounded and embraced by beautiful flowers and plants; the focus wasn't on the people, but on the atmosphere.

However, Zhao Jingnian zoomed in on her, taking several close-up headshots, which were completely close-up shots of her face.

"Are you out of your mind? Why did you make me so big? I'm so ugly!"

She reviewed all the photos the old man had taken, and was so disgusted by them that she didn't even have the strength to hang herself.

Zhao Jingnian asked in a serious tone, "Where is it ugly?"

"You look ugly everywhere! You made my face look so big in the picture!"

Upon hearing her say that her face was big, he stretched out a hand and gestured in front of Ruan Fu's face.

"It's not even as big as my palm."

Ruan Fu gritted her teeth, "You have to include all these flowers in the photo, it's not like you're taking a headshot of me."

There's no way to communicate with a stereotypical, rigid, straight man, especially an older one.

After some coaching, Zhao Jingnian finally managed to take two photos that were somewhat satisfactory to her.

"I've realized you really deserve to be scolded."

Ruan Fu kept the last two photos before deleting the headshots she had just taken.

Zhao Jingnian stopped him, saying, "Pass it to me."

Ruan Fu scolded him, "You're not allowed to keep any ugly photos of me."

Ruan Fu has a well-defined bone structure and delicate features, which can withstand close-up unedited photos; she is by no means an ugly photo.

"Look at these photos you took! All you can see is my face; you can't even see the flowers around me."

"If people are prettier than flowers, who would want to look at flowers?"

Zhao Jingnian spoke his mind, but his camera could only capture the most beautiful scenery.

Upon hearing this, Ruan Fu suddenly burst out laughing, "Brother Jingnian, you've got quite a set of sweet nothings to say lately."

He stated the facts in a calm tone, "This is the truth."

After being coaxed by him, Ruan Fu's gaze returned to the headshots, and she did indeed look quite good.

"There's nothing I can do, I'm Se-miichi, I look too authoritative."

She sent the photo to Zhao Jingnian, saying, "Keep this safe; it's a reward for your sweet talk."

After saying that, she stepped into the elevator and went upstairs to return to the master bedroom.

She was unaware that the master bathroom had been completely transformed.

Back in the master bedroom, Ruan Fu took off her hair tie, grabbed her pajamas, and went to take a shower.

She was startled when she pushed open the glass door to the bathroom.

The bathroom features a 270-degree panoramic floor-to-ceiling window, with a large bathtub placed next to it. Opposite the bathtub is a 2-meter-high mirror that clearly reflects the scenery throughout the room.

When Ruan Fu saw this scene, she almost thought she had accidentally wandered into some illegal brothel.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!"

Accompanied by her scream, Zhao Jingnian slowly pushed open the door and entered.

Do you like it?

A blush rose to Ruan Fu's face, and her mind was already conjuring up a beautiful, spring-like scene.

"Zhao Jingnian, you...you have no shame!"

She bit her cheek, her expression full of shyness and bashfulness, but Zhao Jingnian still caught a fleeting glimpse of anticipation in her eyes.

"We're husband and wife. If we only care about shame, how can we live our lives together?"

The old man spoke without thinking, "Xiao Fu, it just so happens that you like cleanliness, so from now on we can wash as we do it."

The bathroom has one-way glass, so people outside can't see inside.

How could this old man come up with such a shameful idea, doing *that* while enjoying the night view? What a refined hobby!

The purpose of installing mirrors is...

"Zhao Jingnian, you're so awful!"

Ruan Fu actually quite likes being in the bathroom. A few days ago, she experienced a bathtub play in Nancheng, and she really got addicted to it.

Ruan Fu reached out and wrapped her arms around his lean waist, a mischievous glint in her eyes, and teased him playfully, "Brother, do you think you risk becoming a respectable man?"

Zhao Jingnian only cared whether she liked the arrangement or not.

"Xiao Fu, you like excitement, why didn't you tell me sooner?"

She said it herself: the marriage was too bland, lacking passion and excitement.

These words tossed and turned in his mind for many days, and every time he thought about them, he felt his dignity had been humiliated.

Ruan Fu looked completely bewildered. "What did you say?"

Suppressing the rising heat in his blood, he gripped her waist with his two large hands, and with a little effort, lifted her up and held her on the marble table.

"Xiao Fu, you can play however you want. Let's make it as exciting as possible."

The two were not on the same wavelength at all. She was talking about the city gate tower, but he heard "hip joint".

The man's tall, 1.9-meter frame pressed her down on the marble countertop. His dark gray shirt collar was half-open, revealing broad shoulders and a narrow waist, exuding a strong sense of desire.

Ruan Fu felt a little uneasy, sensing that Zhao Jingnian was inexplicably dangerous tonight, and had a premonition that she wouldn't give up until dawn.

"Xiao Fu, you told people outside that I'm bland and tasteless, that I lack passion and excitement, which makes me lose face." He said this with a hint of sadness in his voice.

Ruan Fu's mind was a complete mess; she couldn't understand what he was saying at all.

When did I ever look down on you?

The little fox denied it, which made him laugh in exasperation.

The man's deep, unfathomable eyes held a simmering, untamed desire as he pinched her chin and captured her alluring pink lips.

Ruan Fu was completely engulfed by his fierce kiss, her two slender legs dangling in the air as she flirtatiously kicked him.

His large, well-defined hands gripped her waist, exerting an inescapable control.

Their lips and teeth were pressed tightly together, their breaths mingling.

His kisses followed the natural flow downwards, gliding over the earlobe, the nape of the neck, the collarbone…

A tingling, itchy sensation spread throughout the body, engulfing every part of the body.

Ruan Fu playfully tried to dodge him, saying, "Brother Jingnian, your kisses are so ticklish~"

Giving her a moment to catch her breath, Zhao Jingnian took her hand and guided it towards his waist and abdomen.

"Baby, unbuckle my belt."

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The 270-degree panoramic glass offers stunning views of the bustling nightscape of the northern part of the city, while a circular bathtub with a view is nestled against the window sill.

The bathtub was filled with warm water, and fine, white foam covered the surface.

A warm, misty fog rises, reflecting in the mirror the magnificent view outside the window and the enchanting spring scenery inside the bathroom.

"Brother Jingnian, I want to switch seats with you."

Ruan Fu's voice was soft, sweet, and coquettish, with a rising tone at the end, showing her arrogance and spoiled attitude in front of him.

Hearing her make the request, Zhao Jingnian chuckled, his tone seductive, "You've been spoiled rotten."