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

Si Qing turned around, opened the car door, and bent down to sit in the driver's seat. Looking in the rearview mirror, he saw Yu Jinzhao still standing there, and for a moment, a cool and aloof expression appeared between his brows.

He tilted his head slightly, staring intently at her, his thin lips parted slightly.

Was I not clear enough?

Yu Jinzhao clenched her fingers to suppress the tingling sensation, instinctively responded with an "oh," and then slowly walked towards him.

My mind is a jumble of thoughts, and the clearest feeling is tension.

She had a falling out with him yesterday, and last night she had a nightmare that he wanted to eat her.

It was rather strange that he was speaking to her in such a good-natured manner, which was completely out of character.

Judging from his tone, it seemed as if he was deliberately waiting for her at the back door.

What does he want to do?

Could it be that they're planning to settle scores later?

She learned from yesterday's probing that he had been fatally wounded on her turf in the past, which explained why he no longer considered her a friend.

With his vindictive nature, if anyone slights him, he'll tear them apart and feed them to the wolves.

As she thought about it, her brows furrowed more and more, her whole body tensed unconsciously, her heart pounded, and she felt guilty and anxious.

But then she thought about it again. The night he got injured, he suddenly lost his temper and left without saying goodbye. She didn't know he was injured afterward.

Even if we take a step back and assume he hadn't suddenly yelled at her and had stayed by her side the whole time, how could he have gotten hurt?

That night he was her bodyguard. He skipped work first. Even if something happened on her turf, how can she be blamed for everything?

He also bears half the responsibility!

Yu Jinzhao walked very slowly, his expression constantly changing. His conflicted and hesitant little face seemed to be stepping into hell step by step.

The man observed this, his long eyebrows furrowing slightly, the straight lines conveying a hint of danger. He tapped his fingertip on the steering wheel.

"boarding."

Yu Jinzhao walked up to him, her fingers gripping the strap of her bag tightly, her eyes hesitant. She forced a smile and said softly,

"I have things to do. Can we talk about it when I get back tonight?"

Si Qing looked at the smile on her lips; it was stiff and forced.

It felt like I was back to the pre-liberation era in an instant; the brief moment of relief I had just experienced vanished.

His grip on the steering wheel tightened, his thin lips pursed, and he spoke each word with clenched teeth.

"No, you can't."

He wore sunglasses, making it impossible to discern his expression, but his face was frozen, giving off a very cold feeling. He seemed to be shrouded in a layer of winter haze, making even the early summer sun lose its warmth, as still as flowing water in the night.

Oh no, his mood has changed; he's starting to get annoyed.

"..." Yu Jinzhao rubbed his temples, trying to be patient. "I need to save my grandma. Considering how much she used to like you, can you let me go today?"

Si Qing said in a low voice, "It's for you."

Yu Jinzhao was taken aback, staring blankly at his calm expression.

He gripped the steering wheel with one hand and placed the other outside the car window. His wrist, carved from cold jade, was stretched out, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged out. A black Buddhist rosary hung on it, exuding a powerful aura.

The two stared at each other across the passenger seat. After a few seconds, Si Qing seemed to have lost all patience, a faint, sarcastic smile playing on his lips. "You're looking at me like that because you want me to open the car door for you?"

A single, emotionless remark instantly reminded her of the past.

At that time, he was not only her bodyguard but also her driver. Every time they went out, he would open the car door for her.

Tsk, things have changed.

Yu Jinzhao pursed her lips slightly, unable to describe the feeling in her heart, and opened the car door with a faint smile.

"You're joking. You're a pillar of the nation, how could I dare to order you around?"

She got into the passenger seat, fastened her seatbelt, and wore a serene smile, perfectly impeccable.

Si Qing's deep, dark eyes, hidden behind his sunglasses, stared at her intently for a moment before he spoke.

"Whether you dare or not, you've already gotten on."

His voice was clear and crisp, yet the slight upturn of his lips gave him an air of warmth.

As he turned to the side, the light fell on his dark glasses, refracting a cool tone that made the entire carriage feel even more somber.

"..."

Didn't you ask me to sit here? What's with this offended tone?

Can you please be reasonable?

She frowned, thinking he was setting a trap for her, and was about to unbuckle her seatbelt and get out.

He started the engine and drove off.

She had no choice but to sit still, calmly looking out the car window, silently praying that he was just being silly and trying to do something good, and not trying to prank her.

The sports car drove smoothly on the asphalt road. Outside the window, flowers were in full bloom and people were bustling about, but inside the car, it was unusually quiet, as if an invisible barrier separated two worlds.

Yu Jinzhao was still not used to being in this silent and cramped atmosphere with him, so she took out her phone to watch videos.

Suddenly, Si Qing's voice came from the other side, "Tell me, what does Grandma like about me?"

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly as she turned her head to look at him. He had taken off his sunglasses, revealing a handsome, refined, and elegant face.

The fleeting light enveloped his face, making him appear less cold-hearted and more profoundly warm.

If a piece of cold jade is immersed in the essence of the sun and moon, it will reflect a noble and warm luster.

She smiled, lost in thought as he asked her question, her eyes languid, and spoke softly.

"My grandma is obsessed with looks. She likes your appearance, praises your responsibility, and says you're a trustworthy person. Even when I treated you badly before, she still spoke up for you and scolded me. She even has hopes for my future..."

At this point, he suddenly realized he had let something slip and stopped abruptly.

Si Qing's cold, star-like eyes were deep and dark, his tone low and slow.

What do you hope for?

Yu Jinchao said frankly, "I hope I can marry you in the future."