On the day of her return to China, she was tied up and coaxed by the richest man to get her marriage

"Be good, don't move, I have a birthday present for you."

In the pitch-black night, the woods were so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. The man's hot breath lingered in Yu Jinzhao's ear, and his hoarse voice was carried by the wind into her heart.

Her breath hitched, her heart skipped a beat, and she whispered, trembling, "I don't want to..."

She tried to escape his control.

"Why aren't you listening?" The man suddenly grabbed her waist, pressed her against the locust tree, and lifted her chin. "Or you can choose to let me bury you here, hmm?"

She looked at him in horror, only to see the cold moonlight filtering through the leaves, casting faint silhouettes that reflected in his eyes, tinged with a tender possessiveness.

It's heavy and dangerous...

She bit her lip nervously.

His hand caressed her cheek, gradually moving down to her collarbone, his eyes shimmering, "Zhaochao..."

Suddenly, along with the burning heat of his lips, a wave of pain spread...

She snapped out of her reverie, her hand gently touching her collarbone, the fear still lingering in her heart.

Three years.

She still couldn't forget...

What happened the night before she left the country.

The roughness of his fingertips, the warmth of his lips, the lingering danger in his eyes…

She felt suffocated and looked up at the bright red "double happiness" paper-cut window decorations that filled the room.

She thought she would never have any contact with Si Qing again, but unexpectedly, three years later, she married Si Qing.

Tonight is her and his wedding night.

However, Si Qing has disappeared without a trace.

A month ago, while she was studying abroad, her father called to tell her that the patriarch of the Si Group had specifically requested that she marry his eldest son and grandson, Si Qing, in a family marriage.

Arranged marriages among wealthy families prioritize efficiency; the couple doesn't need to be present, and they simply obtain their marriage certificate directly.

Today, she returned to China after finishing her studies. As soon as she got off the plane, she was picked up by the Si family's car and taken to their newly decorated house.

Yu Jinzhao was lost in thought when Song Jingshu sent her a WeChat video call. "Amazing, Jinzhao, you're still alive."

Yu Jinzhao casually raised an eyebrow. "Your father, Yu, will live to be a hundred. Don't worry, I'll live long enough to see you off in your old age."

Song Jingshu noticed that there was no one else in the room, and instead of answering, she asked, "Why are you alone in the new house? Isn't Master Si here?"

"He's not in now."

"Then you're doomed. He's definitely getting revenge for the time you offended him, so he deliberately left you hanging in the new house to humiliate you. Who knows what kind of torture he'll inflict on you later!"

Yu felt as if he had a fishbone stuck in his throat.

The Si family is an upper-class family at the top of the Beijing social pyramid, and they have many potential marriage partners.

The reason she chose the Yu family was simply because Si Qing had an accident six years ago that caused him to lose his memory, but fortunately he was rescued by her father and taken back to the Yu family.

Because the Si family was a prominent family, Si Qing was raised in a low-key manner from birth. Very few people in the elite circles had ever seen him, so his father did not recognize him.

During the years that Si Qing was taken in by the Yu family, the Si family did not reveal a word of it in order to prevent evil people from taking advantage of the situation, and searched for him in private.

It was precisely because his father did not know Si Qing's noble status as the crown prince that this life-saving grace was so precious.

The Yu family saved Si Qing's life, so it's only natural that the Si family would choose to form a marriage alliance with the Yu family.

Marriages between wealthy families are essentially business collaborations between the two families.

Countless people dream of climbing the social ladder by marrying into the Si family, but this is not a good thing for her.

In her opinion, it didn't matter who she married. However, as the only young lady of the Yu family during her youth, she was pampered and arrogant. She ordered the down-and-out Si Qing to be her bodyguard, bossing him around and behaving domineeringly.

Their relationship can be described as irreconcilable.

It wasn't until three years ago, when she went abroad to study, that Si Qing regained his memory and returned to his ancestral home.

Touched on a sore spot, Yu Jinzhao's beautiful fox-like eyes narrowed slightly, and she clicked her tongue, the toughest thing on her body, and said, "You think I'm afraid of him? I'm the eldest young mistress of the Si family, after all. Can he possibly kill me?"

"Even if the sky falls, your mouth will still hold it up. You've been abroad for three years and haven't heard from the world. You probably don't know that Master Si has not only secured his position as the heir of the Si family in the past few years, but has also become the commander-in-chief of Longyan through his own abilities."

Longyan is a national security team established by the Chinese government through the selection of highly intelligent talents nationwide. Its purpose is to combat foreign terrorist organizations, conduct counter-espionage work, and prevent all criminals from harming national interests.

Yu Jinzhao had heard that the new commander of Longyan was ruthless and brutal, decisive in killing, and feared by all; he was a figure that even the King of Hell would avoid.

This means that even if she has the title of the eldest young mistress of the Si family, Si Qing, as the commander of the Dragon Flame, has a million ways to take revenge on her.

Yu Jinzhao rubbed his nose guiltily. Could this be the so-called "don't underestimate a young man's potential, and repay him in kind"?

"Sister, I'm weak and pitiful, and there's nothing I can do for you. But since Master Si isn't here tonight, come to Shengge and I'll treat you to a final drink, plus a mysterious surprise!"

As a man who values ​​his reputation more than his life, Yu Jinchao appeared calm and composed on the surface, but switched to a mask of pain in an instant after hanging up the phone.

What a tragedy!

Is there anything more terrifying than the poor soul you once bullied turning into a powerful figure and suddenly becoming your husband?

If she had known that this marriage would happen, she shouldn't have provoked him by selling swords in the first place.

Yu Jinzhao didn't dare to stay here for even a moment longer. She thought it better to go have a few drinks with her best friend to relax.

With that thought in mind, I quickly changed my clothes and went out.

*

At this moment, at Shengge Bar.

A low-key SUV was parked at the entrance. A broad-shouldered, long-legged man stepped out of the car. His black trench coat exuded a chilling, wintery aura, powerful and intimidating.

Yin Zhuo, a trusted aide, respectfully offered him a cigarette and said in a low voice, "Master Si, the target has appeared at Shengge Bar. Our men are already lying in ambush, waiting for your orders."

"Quickly finish this." Si Qing's face was ashen, his voice deep and clear, carrying a sinister, wild, and ruthless edge.

"Understood." Yin Zhuo paused, then added, "We will absolutely not miss the auspicious time for your and your wife's wedding night."

As soon as he finished speaking, Si Qing slightly raised the fingertips holding the cigarette, a clear light flashed across his black sleeve, and he glanced at Yin Zhuo with a deep and mysterious gaze.

Yin Zhuo shuddered and quickly lowered his head, having overstepped his bounds.

*

The music in the bar was deafening.

When Yu Jinzhao entered, the neon lights were flashing and flowing. She wore a red halter dress that exuded natural charm, with fair skin and a slender waist.

It instantly attracted the amazed attention of many people.

She looked down at her phone; Song Jingshu had sent her a text message.

【I got stuck in traffic, so I booked a super handsome boutique male model for you as an apology. He's waiting for you at the bar; I'll be there in a bit.】

Yu Jinzhao, "..."

I knew she was unreliable.

She's supposed to be the most beautiful woman in Beijing's elite circles, why would she need to do something like this?

Just as Yu Jinzhao was about to turn away, her gaze inadvertently swept across the bar and was immediately drawn to the man sitting in front of it.

Even dressed in all black, he couldn't hide the noble and unrestrained air about him. He crossed his legs, looking languid, yet exuding a wild and untamed aura.

The man wore a baseball cap that covered the upper half of his face, revealing only his pale lips and sharp, defined jawline. Even before his face was shown, he was enough to captivate everyone.

He held a cigarette between his fingers, taking a few puffs here and there. The flickering flame illuminated the black Buddhist beads wrapped around the man's sharp, protruding wrist bones, making his fingers appear long and slender with clearly defined veins.

In the dazzling light and shadow, he seemed like a god or Buddha who had mistakenly entered the mortal world.

A hint of amazement flashed in Yu Jinzhao's fox-like eyes, which were extremely alluring.

Could this be someone my best friend hired?

Is this how complicated things are in this industry nowadays?

Her eyes shimmered slightly; he must have been waiting for her for a long time.

Although she's attracted to good looks, she's not someone who'll just do anything. Out of politeness, shouldn't she tell him not to wait anymore?

Thinking this, I walked towards the bar.

At the bar, Si Qing fiddled with a string of black beads with his fingertips, silently observing the movements in the shadows of the bar amidst the swirling smoke.

A glimmer of light flickered on the inside of his fair ear, and suddenly Yin Zhuo's voice came, "Master Si, Madam has come to see you."

Si Qing paused, as if sensing something, and turned his head to look.