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

Pain, or love?

Si Yao was stunned for a moment; her mother's words left her completely bewildered.

What kind of man shows affection to his wife by biting her, even drawing blood from her lip? Isn't that domestic violence?

Or is this what they call "spare the rod and spoil the child"?

She suddenly felt a tightness in her chest and couldn't help but feel fortunate. Luckily, Ziyu was gentle and wouldn't bite her, otherwise she wouldn't dare to get engaged.

Yu Jinzhao couldn't hold back for a moment and choked on his saliva, coughing as he looked down.

Goodness, can you use "love" like that?

Where did Madam Si learn such novel and lewd words?

Madam Si hurriedly patted Yu Jinzhao's back, and after she calmed down, she took her wrist and led her to sit down at the dining table, then handed her a glass of milk.

"Quickly drink some milk to soothe your throat."

Yu Jinzhao gulped down two large mouthfuls of milk before he felt his throat feel better.

Mrs. Si said with relief, "I knew it. My son is a spark buried under an iceberg. He appears aloof and proud, but inside he is passionate and secretly passionate!"

His so-called aversion to women is nothing more than that other women don't meet his discerning standards. Now that he's married a stunningly beautiful woman like you, who has secretly loved him for years and remained faithful, how could he not resist?

Yu Jinzhao felt a chill run down his spine. For some reason, he felt that what Madam Si was saying sounded so familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

correct!

Isn't this exactly what the domineering CEO's mother said to the young wife he married in the CEO novel written by her best friend, Song Jingshu?

Mrs. Si became more and more excited as she spoke, muttering to herself beautifully.

"At this rate, I'll be a grandson soon! In the novels I read, the domineering CEOs all marry wives who have nine babies in one pregnancy. I guess the three names I came up with for my grandsons aren't enough, I'll have to come up with a few more."

Yu Jinzhao, "!!"

It's confirmed: the novel Mrs. Si was reading was written by Song Jingshu!

She only watched the first part before, and then got too busy to pay attention to the rest.

Nine babies in one pregnancy...

Good heavens, Song Jingshu's plots are getting more and more outrageous, they're really causing trouble!

She looked at Madam Si's expectant expression, and as she spoke, her eyes kept drifting to her belly, as if she were already pregnant with nine babies...

Suddenly, she felt embarrassed and flustered, and was reluctant to shatter Madam Si's expectations.

However, if things aren't made clear, and Madam Si has excessive expectations, she might feel even more upset if she later discovers that she and Si Qing haven't done anything.

"Mom, actually we..."

Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by Si Qing's deep voice.

"What happened to us?"

Yu Jinzhao looked up and saw the man striding in from outside the door.

He wore a white shirt, the hem tucked into black trousers, his belt fastened, the trousers hanging straight down, perfectly showcasing his lean waist and long, slender legs.

As he drew closer, his figure became imposing, tall, and as upright as a mountain peak.

Her gaze inadvertently swept over his waist and abdomen, and she couldn't help but lick her lips.

This guy's waist... every time I see it, I can't help but exclaim, it's really impressive.

When he's not wearing clothes, he gives off a feeling of being very lustful. But when he's dressed, he exudes a strong sense of asceticism.

Perhaps it was because her gaze was too unabashed, he paused and stared at her with a hint of suspicion.

When he looked at her, Yu Jinzhao pretended to be nonchalant and lowered her eyes, staring only at the milk in front of her, inwardly complaining that her thoughts were becoming increasingly stale...

Sin, sin.

He took another step, walked straight to Yu Jinzhao's side, pulled out the leather seat next to her, and casually sat down.

His movement brought with it a chilling, sandalwood fragrance. The scent was so intense that she instinctively pressed herself against the seat and subtly shifted to the side.

Si Qing remained calm, raised his hand and placed it on her chair, their fingers interlocking, and pulled her and the chair back to their original positions.