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

Yu Hanshen went upstairs to the master bedroom, and Si Tong was standing blankly at the bedroom door.

He walked over and hugged Si Tong's waist from behind, "Why don't you come in?"

Si Tong's black and white eyes reflected a lot of pink.

She looked at him in disbelief for a long time, then slowly turned around and looked up at Yu Hanshen's still calm eyebrows.

"Why?" The room no longer had the cool tones that matched Yu Hanshen's aesthetic taste. The light gray walls had turned light pink.

The stylish and simple black bed is now replaced by a pink European princess bed. Above the head of the bed hangs a draped gauze bed curtain, which is European style, romantic and elegant.

The sofa, curtains, and even the chandelier above the head have all become styles and colors that only little girls like.

"Why?" Si Tong asked again. This was not something Yu Hanshen would like. This was prepared for her.

The reason why I went to sleep at the old house last night was probably to deal with these things. It was not convenient to come back and live here.

Si Tong couldn't help but feel a sour sensation on his nose.

Yu Hanshen raised his hand and stroked the girl's cheek, saying gently: "What others have, you should also have."

Si Tong threw herself into the man's arms and hugged his waist tightly.

"Actually, you don't have to be like this. You've been nice enough to me." She didn't expect that just because she looked at Ji Niannian's room a few more times, Yu Hanshen would decorate her room the way she liked.

He didn't even say a word and got the job done silently.

"Do you like it?" Yu Hanshen asked in a low voice.

Si Tong stood on tiptoe, took the initiative to kiss the man's thin lips, and gave her answer with action.

I like it. How could I not like it?

This is the first time in my life that I have been valued and treated like this.

Yu Hanshen didn't stay in Gongyuan for too long as he had some things to deal with at the company. Si Tong ate alone at noon, and Aunt Yang kept chattering about how she had worked overtime in the past two days to turn the master bedroom into what it is now.

Si Tong listened and felt sweet in his heart.

After Aunt Yang finished speaking, she clicked her tongue and said, "I think the master treats you like his daughter."

Si Tong pursed his lips and smiled.

After dinner, Si Tong returned to her room and lay down on the pink quilt that exuded a fresh fragrance. Perhaps because she was tired last night, she fell asleep quickly.

I don’t know how much time had passed before I was woken up by the ringing of the phone.

I saw my grandmother's number in a daze and answered it.

Before I could open my mouth, I heard my grandmother's anxious voice with tears in her eyes over the phone: "Tongtong, Yangyang is sick..."

Si Tong was still groggy and made an unconscious "hmm" sound.

Two seconds later, she suddenly opened her eyes and sat up, "Grandma, what did you say?"

"Yangyang suddenly vomited and had abdominal pain these days. She went to the hospital for a checkup today. The doctor said it was intestinal torsion and she needed surgery. However, she might not be able to get off the operating table. The doctor suggested that we go to Huahe Hospital, saying that Huahe Hospital is better at this surgery..."

Grandma cried and said, "Your aunt has booked a high-speed train ticket to Haicheng. We will be there in the evening."

Si Tong's heart was in a knot: "Okay, be careful on the road, I will pick you up when the time comes."

After hanging up the phone, Si Tong thought about it and called Yu Hanshen.

She didn't know what intestinal volvulus was specifically, but she might not be able to get off the operating table, so it must be very serious.

As she spoke, her voice trembled a little.

Yangyang is my uncle’s only child, and nothing must happen to her.

"Don't be afraid. I'll call Mo Xubei and ask him to make some arrangements at the hospital. Yangyang can be hospitalized directly when she arrives. She will be fine." Yu Hanshen's clear and organized words carried a soothing power.

Si Tong bit his lip to suppress the trembling in his throat, "Yeah."

At six o'clock in the evening, Si Tong met his grandmother and aunt at the exit of the high-speed rail station.

My aunt was holding Yangyang in her arms. The lively and lovely child was quietly nestling in her mother's arms with his eyes closed. His little brows were tightly furrowed, his eyes and nose were red, and it was obvious that he had been crying.