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

"Boom."

Jiang Yinghua was kicked and tumbled over, screaming before collapsing to the ground in a disheveled state, completely stunned.

Everyone else was stunned, looking at Yu Jinzhao in disbelief.

She has a pure and fair appearance, and her delicate features often give people a first impression that she is soft and easy to manipulate.

I never expected that a girl who looks so delicate and frail could have such explosive power!

Especially Jiang Yinghua's bodyguards, they are all professional fighters, and they could tell at a glance from Yu Jinzhao's neat and decisive movements that she had been trained.

Jiang Yinghua, clutching her throbbing knee and drenched in sweat, could barely stand. Her face flushed, she angrily questioned him, despite the pain.

"How dare you kick me?"

Yu Jinzhao slightly raised his lips and walked towards her step by step. "No matter how dissatisfied Miss Jiang is with my marriage into the Si family, I am now Si Qing's wife. The Si family's rules stipulate that elders are respected. As a junior, you are disrespectful to me. This kick is your sister-in-law teaching you to be good. In front of elders, you should speak sweetly."

Seeing her condescending attitude, Jiang Yinghua laughed angrily, pointing her finger at her nose, her eyes filled with disdain.

"Stop wielding your authority like a tiger and using family rules to pressure me. You're trying to force Brother Qing to marry you out of a sense of gratitude. Do you think he wants that? He'll divorce you sooner or later..."

"Abandon?" Yu Jinzhao raised an eyebrow, revealing a wanton and bright smile.

"The Qing Dynasty is gone. Now men and women are equal. Even if Si Qing and I can't live together anymore, we'll just get a peaceful divorce. You don't need to worry about it."

Jiang Yinghua pointed at Yu Jinzhao, sneered, and was about to lash out.

Suddenly, a barely perceptible muffled sound came from the air. The slightest movement made Yu Jinzhao's heart skip a beat, and he instinctively wanted to dodge.

The next second, Jiang Yinghua suddenly clutched her hand and screamed in terror.

What's wrong? Why are you suddenly acting crazy?

Yu Jinzhao frowned and looked at her, shocked to find that the hand she was pointing at was bleeding profusely, and there was a gunshot wound in the middle of the exposed back of her hand.

gun?

Where did the gun come from?

Everyone was startled and looked around in panic.

Butler Si was the first to see the man walking unhurriedly across the cobblestone path, and he froze, "Young Master..."

Yu Jinzhao followed his gaze and turned around.

Si Qing was still wearing the same high-quality white shirt he wore that morning, walking over with a casual and aloof demeanor, one hand in his pocket.

Sunlight filtered through the dense foliage, casting dappled shadows on his slender figure. The monotonous white instantly transformed into a shimmering, vibrant spectacle, becoming the most unique touch of spring in the world.

She had met many people, but only Si Qing could wear simple white with such a unique and outstanding aura.

As he approached, the gleaming leather shoes scraped against the large pebbles beneath his feet, the sound seeming to tread on everyone's hearts.

Is this what they call oppression by the strong?

Jiang Yinghua screamed in pain, but when she saw the distinguished man, tears welled up in her eyes, and she said helplessly,

"Brother Qing, save me! She's trying to kill me!"

Yu Jinchao frowned and quickly waved his hand, saying, "I didn't."

Si Qing's long, deep, dark eyes swept over her serious little face, his gaze indifferent, and the corners of his thin lips lifted almost imperceptibly.

Jiang Yinghua's eyes lit up. Si Qing had witnessed his vain wife bullying his family, so he would definitely stand up for her and kick her out. She bit her lip and said confidently.

"You're still trying to deny it? Who else could it be but you? Brother Qing, you must do me justice..."

Si Qing pulled his hand out of his pocket, smiled faintly, and asked, "You mean this?"

Jiang Yinghua felt a blur before her eyes and then realized that the man had a gun in his hand.

gun!

She stared wide-eyed in horror, as if struck by lightning, trembling from head to toe, looking at Si Qing in disbelief.