Refusing to marry into a wealthy family, the richest man's uncle coaxed me into marriage

Si Tong received a call from Mrs. Si just after getting off work from the milk tea shop.

The milk tea shop where I worked part-time last year has reopened. During this period, two employees resigned from the store at the same time. The manager couldn't find anyone to replace them for a while, so he thought of Si Tong.

Si Tong happened to have nothing to do, as the doctoral station at Zhimo Academy was still in the preparation stage and it was not time for class yet.

When the phone rang, she walked to the roadside carrying her canvas bag. There, there was a black Maybach parked, with a stable and majestic appearance.

At this time, Yu Hanshen was standing by the car door and making a phone call.

The man was tall and had long legs, with perfect proportions, standing straight and tall. He looked serious and meticulous when he spoke on the phone. The street lights above his head gave him a golden halo, making him look noble and handsome.

I don’t know if it’s because the man’s aura is too strong, but people who walk past him unconsciously avoid him.

Several young girls avoided him but couldn't help looking back at him, whispering to each other, with shyness in their expressions.

Si Tong's mouth corners lifted unconsciously, and when he saw that it was Madam Si's number, he picked up the phone directly.

"Tongtong, I finally got through to you." Mrs. Si's surprised voice came.

Si Tong's phone was out of battery, but she didn't notice it until she was about to get off work and realized that it was charged.

"Is there anything wrong, Grandma Si?" she asked.

She walked towards Yu Hanshen, and the man seemed to notice her and looked over at her sideways.

His eyes were deep and calm, but Si Tong felt an emotional shock from that calm and steady gaze, and his heart couldn't help but beat faster.

"Tongtong, are you free tomorrow? Zhanyi wants to treat you to a meal to apologize to you."

Madam Si said straight to the point: "Zhan Yi knows she was wrong and shouldn't have said such harsh words to you. Can you tell Han Shen not to let the leader of Zhan Yi's band hide her?"

Si Tong paused, "I don't understand what you mean."

Madam Si explained it again in detail, and at the end, she asked her, "Don't you know about this?"

Si Tong's gaze fell on Yu Hanshen who was not far away. Although Mo Zhanyi said some unpleasant words to her yesterday, she didn't really take it to heart.

From childhood to adulthood, she has heard a lot of unpleasant words, even uglier than this.

But there has never been anyone who, just because she was verbally attacked, silently sought justice for her, without any intention of letting her know.

Si Tong's heart suddenly beat violently, and Yu Hanshen's figure reflected in her eyes became clearer and deeper.

Or maybe, it was not reflected in her eyes, but engraved in her heart.

Madam Si's sad voice came from the phone: "Zhan Yi has loved piano since she was a child. In order to join the orchestra, she suffered a lot and practiced day and night. Han Shen's move is really like stabbing her in the heart."

In Mo Zhanyi's heart, there are two most important things, one is Yu Hanshen, and the other is his piano career.

Now, the man she values ​​most is going to destroy the career she values ​​most. It is a double blow and one can imagine how it feels.

"For the sake of my old age, please forgive her this time. I will apologize to you on her behalf first. When we have dinner tomorrow, I will ask her to formally apologize to you."

"No need for dinner." Si Tong met Yu Hanshen's eyes and smiled brightly at him.

I said to Madam Si on the phone, "I will tell him what you said, but I can't guarantee whether he will listen to me or not."

Madam Si said happily, "Okay, okay, good boy, grandma knows that you are the kindest. Tell Han Shen about this, and I'll ask Qingcheng to talk to him later..."

After hanging up the phone, Si Tong put the phone back into the canvas bag and walked towards Yu Hanshen.

Yu Hanshen's call had just ended. He held the phone with one hand in his pocket, and watched the little girl walk towards him with his deep eyes.

The girl was dressed simply, in a white T-shirt and black jeans, with her hair tied into a neat high ponytail, which swayed slightly behind her as she walked. Perhaps because there was a smile in the girl's eyes, she looked youthful and energetic.

Even her cold facial features became much brighter.

"What are you so happy about?" Yu Hanshen took the canvas bag from her hand.

The movements are natural.

Si Tong pursed his lips and smiled, but did not answer.

Yu Hanshen did not ask any further questions. A mature man, after years of baptism and accumulation of experience, has long developed stable emotions and temperament. Even if he is curious, he will not ask endless questions like a young man.

He raised his hand and rubbed her hair, and when he took his hand away he smoothed out her slightly messy ponytail.

Thoughtful and caring behavior, like an elder doting on a child at home.

"Get in the car." Although he used the usual commanding tone, there was more gentleness in his voice.

There is a driver driving tonight.

Si Tong sat on the left side of Yu Hanshen. As soon as he got in the car, Yu Hanshen's cell phone vibrated again. After he answered the call, he spoke in an unknown language.

Si Tong leaned back in his chair, turned his head to look at the man's serious and focused expression, and his magnetic and steady voice was particularly charming.

Suddenly she remembered that in the study, in addition to Chinese and English books, there were many books in languages ​​she had never seen before.

After Yu Hanshen hung up the phone, she asked, "What language did you just say?"

Yu Hanshen casually placed his phone on the cup holder in the middle of the seat, and while reaching out to take Si Tong's hand, he replied in a low voice: "Milanese."

Si Tong knew that Milan was from Italy, and wondered why Yu Hanshen didn't speak Italian directly. She quickly realized that Milanese should be some dialect of Italy.

Thinking of the last time he stood in the yard smoking, he spoke a different language than this time, she couldn't help but ask, "How many languages ​​do you know in total?"

She never asks people around her irrelevant questions, partly because of her personality, and partly because she is really not curious.

But now, she wanted to know this man a little better.

Yu Hanshen held her hand and rubbed it slowly. Hearing this, he smiled elegantly: "Not many kinds."

Si Tong was not satisfied with his answer, which sounded a bit like official rhetoric. Yu Hanshen saw that she was unhappy, so he smiled in his deep eyes and kissed the girl's fingers.

Si Tong was startled and immediately looked at the driver, his face slightly red, and whispered, "There's a stranger here."

Yu Hanshen curled his thin lips and said nothing, but he also didn't do anything inappropriate.

When they returned to Gongyuan, the lights were on in the villa, but no one was there. After Si Tong came, Yu Hanshen did not let the servants work the night shift unless he had special instructions. Otherwise, they could go back to the dormitory building at the back to rest after finishing their work.

The two changed into indoor slippers at the entrance.

When entering the living room, Yu Hanshen unbuttoned the two buttons under his neck and asked Si Tong: "Are you hungry?"

Si Tong was not hungry. When the words came to his lips, he remembered that he had a drinking party tonight. The main purpose of a business drinking party was to discuss cooperation rather than to eat.

Realizing that Yu Hanshen might need to eat, she didn't say she wasn't hungry, but said, "I'll go cook noodles."

It was late, and the noodles were both filling and quick.

After saying that, he turned and went to the kitchen.

But his wrist was grabbed.

"Go back to your room and take a shower first, I'll do it." The man's voice was low and magnetic, and his tone still revealed the majesty of a superior.

Si Tong was stunned for a moment, and when he reacted, Yu Hanshen had already walked towards the kitchen with his long legs, taking off his black diamond cufflinks and rolling up his shirt sleeves as he walked.

She was a little surprised. Yu Hanshen came from a wealthy family and held a high position, with a lot of people serving him, but he could actually cook?