After being reborn, the aloof female CEO became a paranoid.

"Since Mr. Xu has said so, I naturally have no objections."

Zhou Zhengwen wore a polite smile, but he knew very well that President Xu really cared about his son.

Arranging the engagement banquet within a week—that's faster than a rocket! I can't wait!

Inside the private room, the five people each had their own thoughts, creating a subtle atmosphere.

Zhou Yu felt incredibly frustrated, while Zhou Ze's face turned ashen, as if he had swallowed a fly.

Xu Xinran is the dream goddess of countless bachelors in Yuncheng. She has both a beautiful face and a good family background; she is practically the epitome of perfection.

Zhou Ze was no exception, but seeing that this beautiful flower was about to be stuck on Zhou Yu's pile of cow dung, how could he not be anxious?

Despite his anxiety, he couldn't think of a good way to sabotage the engagement in the short term.

He could only grit his teeth inwardly, cursing Zhou Yu to the bone, and sulking to himself.

……

After the meal, Xu Xinran asked the driver to take her mother home first, while she personally drove Zhou Yu home.

Just as Zhou Yu was about to politely decline, Xu Xinran quietly approached and whispered in his ear, her voice carrying an undeniable force.

"Get in the car yourself, or do you want me to treat you?"

This was clearly a blatant threat! Zhou Yu had no choice but to bite the bullet and get into the car.

He was thinking that this was a good opportunity to reiterate his position to Xu Xinran.

The atmosphere inside the car was somewhat subdued.

"Mr. Xu, let me make this clear: I will not get engaged to you," Zhou Yu said bluntly and firmly.

Upon hearing this, Xu Xinran simply smiled, seemingly unconcerned about his rejection.

"Why?" she asked back, her tone tinged with amusement.

"Because... we've only known each other for a short time, and I don't have any feelings for you."

Zhou Yu spoke frankly, trying to discourage her from giving up.

"It's okay." Xu Xinran shook her head gently, her eyes sparkling with confidence.

"I have feelings for you, and that's enough."

Zhou Yu frowned deeply; this logic was simply baffling.

“But love and marriage require mutual affection, which we obviously don’t have,” he argued.

"I will make you fall in love with me."

Xu Xinran spoke calmly, with a hint of certainty, "It's just a matter of time. I believe I have the ability."

She turned her head slightly, her alluring eyes looking directly at Zhou Yu, and said, word by word, "Zhou Yu, stop making excuses. You are destined to become my husband, Xu Xinran's husband."

Zhou Yu was taken aback by this sudden display of force... He wondered if he was seeing things, but for a moment, he seemed to see a trace of regret in Xu Xinran's eyes, as if she was regretting something.

Regret? This word seems rather out of place when applied to Xu Xinran.

He chuckled coldly, thinking to himself with a self-deprecating smile that he was probably being too sensitive.

How could a woman like Xu Xinran possibly have regrets? His tragic end in his past life is the best proof of that.

The car slowly stopped in front of the Zhou family's gate. Zhou Yu was almost impatient to escape this oppressive space.

However, just as he was about to open the door and get out of the car, a delicate hand gently pressed down on his arm. "You..." He had just started to speak when Xu Xinran interrupted him.

"Just for a moment, don't move, or else..."

Her voice was gentle yet carried an irresistible power, causing Zhou Yu to involuntarily stop what he was doing.

Xu Xinran gently leaned on his shoulder, her posture intimate and natural, as if they were truly a couple about to enter the hall of marriage.

However, Zhou Yu felt only bitterness and helplessness.

"Zhou Yu, remember who you are, and remember my determination." She whispered in his ear, her tone carrying a hint of threat, but more so an undeniable resolve.

"Don't keep me waiting too long."

After saying that, she let go of his hand, letting Zhou Yu get out of the car as if he were fleeing.

Zhou Yu returned to the bedroom, feeling as if all his energy had been drained, and slammed heavily onto the bed, breaking the silence around him with his own heavy breathing.

In his mind, Xu Xinran's domineering nature, the pressure from his family, and his mother's expectations were like three mountains, making it hard for him to breathe.

"Damn it, they're driving me to the brink of despair!"

Zhou Yu cursed inwardly, the words of refusal rolling around in his throat, but he never had the courage to utter them.

Whenever he thought of Xu's mother's expectant eyes, his heart would melt, and he would swallow his words of refusal.

As the engagement date drew closer, Zhou Yu grew increasingly anxious and restless.

He hoped that Xu Xinran would waver, even the slightest hesitation, which could become an opportunity for him to escape.

But the reality is that Xu Xinran seems to have vanished into thin air; there are no phone calls, no messages, as if none of this concerns her.

He almost thought that Xu Xinran might have given up, allowing him to be free.

However, his father's words that evening shattered his illusions completely.

"Mr. Xu will be delivering the wedding dress to your home in the next few days. Remember to try it on then."

Only then did he realize that the person hadn't bothered him for the past few days because they had been busy preparing everything, including the suit he was to wear...

If Xu Xinran had cared for him even half as much as he does now in his past life, he might have been very happy.

Unfortunately, there is no if.