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

The skin that had been scratched would not look good, so Si Tong subconsciously pushed him away, "Don't do that..."

Yu Hanshen grasped the girl's resisting hands and held her back firmly with his palms, preventing her from escaping.

There was a sudden knock on the door.

"Sir, Madam, the peach gum stewed with milk is ready."

Si Tong softened into a puddle in Yu Hanshen's arms. Yu Hanshen pulled up the girl's suspender pajamas that had been pulled to her waist and spoke calmly, "Come in."

The maid put down the peach gum milk and took away the cutlery on the coffee table. She kept her eyes straight the whole time, showing great professionalism.

Si Tong sat cross-legged on the couch and ate peach gum milk with a spoon. He couldn't help but glare at the man who was answering the phone next to him. He said that he was not interested in women and had never been in a relationship, even though he was obviously very good at it.

It only takes a few strokes to make her feel weak and hot all over.

Yu Hanshen talked on the phone for a long time. Si Tong had finished eating and brushing his teeth, but he hadn't finished yet.

The person on the other end of the phone should be an acquaintance of his. The topic of the conversation was not fixed, ranging from current political affairs to social economics. He ended the call with a sentence: "I'll take her there tomorrow afternoon."

After hanging up, Yu Hanshen walked towards Si Tong with his long legs.

Si Tong leaned against the head of the bed, knowing that there were some things he couldn't avoid, but still a little nervous.

Being pressed down on the bed by Yu Hanshen, she tried to put up a final resistance and opened her mouth to divert his attention: "Who was that just now?"

Yu Hanshen kissed her neck, held her small, crystal earlobe and sucked it gently, and answered absentmindedly: "My second uncle, they want to see you."

Si Tong placed her hands on the man's well-defined chest and looked at him with watery eyes: "The doctor said that some things should be done in moderation and not excessively..."

Yu Hanshen took her hand, inserted his bony fingers into the girl's slender fingers, and pressed her hand on the pillow with their fingers interlocked.

"Don't worry, we'll do it tonight." The man's breath was surprisingly hot on her skin.

Si Tong still wanted to protest, but all the words turned into whimpers when they came to his lips.

at the same time.

The top floor VIP ward of Jinghe Hospital.

He Qinglan leaned against the head of the bed, his eyes were red and swollen, and the tears on his face never dried.

She is the same age as Yu Hanshen, but she doesn't look thirty-two, more like twenty-five or twenty-six.

He Changjun sat on the sofa, looking at his sister distressed and helpless, "Han Shen already has a fiancée, I think you should calm down a bit."

He Qinglan remained silent.

He Changjun said, "If you had known this would happen, why did you do it in the first place? I have advised you long ago that if you really like Han Shen, you should take the initiative. He has such a dull personality, and you insisted on waiting for him to take the initiative. Now you don't even have the chance to take the initiative."

He Qinglan burst into tears immediately after hearing this.

She also regretted that when she was in college, there were so many girls in school who liked Yu Hanshen, but she was the only one who could talk to him.

Why didn't she take the initiative? Why did she go abroad to study out of spite?

At around six o'clock, the nurse pushed her wheelchair downstairs for a walk and happened to see Yu Hanshen holding Si Tong and leaving the ward.

She asked the nurse to find out why Si Tong was hospitalized, and the result she got was...

It turned out to be excessive indulgence.

When He Qinglan first returned to China, the relocation of the studio was not smooth, and he used this as an excuse to call Yu Hanshen many times.

Once, she wanted him to help her connect with Mr. Fu from Bo Anya Group, but she heard a woman's soft and ambiguous voice on the phone.

She was so scared that she quickly hung up the phone, comforting herself that she had heard it wrong.

But now, she couldn't deceive herself anymore.

Yu Hanshen slept with another woman and even sent that woman to the hospital. This realization was like a sharp sword piercing her heart, causing her so much pain that she had difficulty breathing.

How could this happen? Why did this happen? She was clearly the one who had the best chance of becoming his wife.

"Okay, stop talking." Mother He hugged her daughter distressedly, then turned around and glared at He Changjun unhappily: "Qinglan is so sad, and as a brother, you don't even bother to comfort her, and you even say sarcastic things."

Thinking of Yu Hanshen's blunt refusal on the phone just now, He's mother was a little displeased.

She had investigated and found out that Yu Hanshen's fiancée was of humble origin. Her ancestral home was in a rural area in a small county town in the 18th tier, and her family was extremely poor.

Apart from his good looks and decent academic performance, he has nothing else to show for it, and he's responsible for a death.

Her daughter, the daughter of the He family in Beijing, actually lost to such a shabby thing. Yu Hanshen was simply dizzy.

Even if she lost to the cousin of the Si family in Haicheng, she didn't say anything. At least Mo Zhanyi's family background was not worse than that of the He family.

It cannot be said that the Si family is no worse than the He family. Under the leadership of Si Qingcheng, the Si family has reaped the benefits of the rapid development of network information and has become a leader in the field of science and technology.

The financial resources of the Si family are estimated to be greater than those of the He family.

"My dear daughter, don't cry." Mother He patted He Qinglan's back. "How can a little girl who is not presentable be qualified to be the hostess of the richest man in Haicheng? Wait, mom will definitely help you."

He Changjun had a bad feeling: "Mom, don't do anything rash. Han Shen is not that easy to plot against."

He Qinglan was not comforted by her mother. She knew very well what kind of person Yu Hanshen was. He was definitely not someone who was easy to control.

Unless he dislikes Si Tong, no external factors can separate him and Si Tong.

"What good ideas do you have?" He Qinglan asked.

He's mother is in her sixties. She dresses dignified and elegantly. When she is not smiling, there are almost no wrinkles on her face, and her makeup is exquisite.

She snorted coldly: "It's hard to attack Yu Hanshen, so let's start with that little girl."

……

Si Tong got up late again the next day.

Suddenly I was deeply touched by the saying "A man's words are lies."

There is a note on the bedside.

——I will be very busy today. I will pick you up at 5 pm.

Yu Hanshen didn't specify where to take her, but Si Tong knew.

Take her to visit Ji's house.

After washing up, she had experience this time and took off the sheets and quilt covers in advance. When she took off the sheets, she saw a few oil-like stains on the dark gray fabric, which were not very clear.

But perhaps because he felt guilty, Si Tong felt particularly conspicuous.

With a red face, she crumpled the sheets and quilt into a ball, tied up the garbage bag, held the sheets and quilt in her arms and opened the door. The maid who was standing outside the door reached out to take them.

"Ma'am, just do these for us."

Without waiting for Si Tong to say anything, two maids quickly took away the sheets and quilt covers, while the other took away the garbage bag.

"..."Si Tong couldn't say anything after they did this, otherwise it would make him seem even more suspicious.

As soon as I walked out of the main door, a strange middle-aged man came up to me and said, "Hello, Madam. I am the new housekeeper. From now on, I will be responsible for your food, clothing, housing and transportation. If you need anything, just let me know."

Si Tong looked at him, somewhat surprised. A housekeeper was very important to a mansion and would not be easily replaced.

"Where is the original housekeeper?"

The new butler, like the previous one, wore a white shirt and black vest, a black bow tie around his neck, and his hair was neatly combed.

He looked at Si Tong with obvious respect: "He made a mistake and was fired by the master."