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

For a moment, her heart skipped a beat, sending ripples through her chest.

This scene was all too familiar; he had always handled everything for her in the same way.

The bodyguards exchanged glances, realizing that Master Si wanted them to disobey their master's orders. Although it violated their professional ethics, they had no other choice and all agreed.

Si Qing tilted his head, leaned close to her ear, and asked very softly,

Do you know why Grandma wanted you to marry me?

Yu Jinzhao looked at him thoughtfully. He saw that his expression was cold and aloof, and the slight curve of his lips was neither too deep nor too shallow, which was both abstinent and alluring.

In a daze, all the surrounding noise had faded away.

There was no three-year gap between them, nor a business marriage.

He was simply acting as her bodyguard, protecting her as usual.

The next second, the man's arrogant and haughty voice rang out.

"Because Si Qing's women can do whatever they want, no matter where they go."

As he spoke, he reached out, put his arm around her back, and pushed her forward.

She followed him forward, standing in front of him, facing the door.

The man behind her, his gaze deep, spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Young lady, just keep going. I'll take care of all the consequences."

The unexpected "Miss" was delivered in a low, captivating voice.

Yu Jinzhao froze, his eyes wide as he turned around, incredulous. This was the name he had used when he was lucid.

Si Qing stood upright behind her, tall and aloof, his handsome face extremely sharp. His peaked eyebrows and bright eyes, in the interplay of light and shadow in the backlight, were filled with danger, just like the expression he had when he followed her and called her "Miss" in the past.

However, that was when he had amnesia, and he had no choice but to call her that out of gratitude.

He now holds a prestigious position, and his past as her bodyguard is a stain on his pride...

What's wrong with me today? Did I take the wrong medicine?

Seeing her stunned reaction, the man didn't find anything wrong with it. He licked his lips, pressed his finger against her shoulder blade, and pushed her forward without giving her a chance to object.

At the same time, several quick-thinking bodyguards rushed into the hospital first, evacuated the Yu family's medical team, and respectfully led the two to the front of Madam Yu's ward.

"Miss, the caregiver who is attending to the old lady will be back in an hour. Please hurry."

Yu Jinzhao gathered her thoughts, looked at the white hospital room door, and her heart suddenly began to pound nervously, one beat after another.

For three whole years after her grandmother was sent to the hospital after her accident, she did not see her grandmother again.

She had been researching her grandmother's condition abroad and thought about her grandmother almost every day, eagerly wanting to see her.

Now that she had finally reached her grandmother, she was actually a little nervous and apprehensive, as if she were feeling apprehensive about returning home, and she was so reserved that she didn't know how to take a step.

"Crench."

Si Qing placed his hand on the doorknob, lowered it, and pushed the door open.

The overwhelming smell of disinfectant made her gasp for breath, her body stiffen, and she felt completely lost.

At that moment, the hand hanging at his side suddenly tightened.

Looking down, she saw Si Qing's slender fingers grasp her hand, his broad palm tightly enveloping hers, his knuckles white, possessing both the warmth and resilience of jade.

The soft, warm touch, as if polished, carried a powerful soothing force, gradually warming her blood.

Her disoriented heartbeat gradually calmed down, and he led her by the hand into the ward.

After entering the room, he released her and spoke in a nonchalant tone.

"Go ahead, I'll wait for you at the door."

The phrase "waiting for you" is pronounced clearly, with a rising tone at the end, and it even has a touch of gentleness.

She clearly intended to keep Ah Qi hidden in her heart, but he suddenly changed back, causing her steely will to waver.

But undeniably, she instantly calmed down, as if a lost and helpless person had found a foothold. She took a deep look at the cold and aloof man, suppressed her doubts, and walked step by step toward the hospital bed.

The ward was full of medical equipment. Old Mrs. Yu lay on the bed, and the life support monitor by the bedside fluctuated, making a beeping sound.

Yu Jinzhao had excellent eyesight; even before getting close, he could clearly see the pale and aged face of Old Madam Yu.

His hair was snow-white, and his face looked much older than before, with more wrinkles around his eyes, like a fallen, withered tree with broken branches.

Her kind and gentle features remained unchanged as she slept peacefully, yet vivid images of her appeared in her mind.

"Chao Bao'er, wear more clothes in this cold weather. Girls shouldn't eat cold food; it's bad for their health."

"Chao Bao'er, come home early after you go out to play. Grandma is waiting for you. I can't sleep if you don't come back."

"My Chao Bao'er is beautiful and lovely. She will be married to the best man in the world. Grandma will personally send you off to your wedding."

The vivid imagery, accompanied by the sound, penetrates the soul. But in reality, she will never again call him "Chao Bao'er" with affection, nor will she wait tirelessly at the door every time he goes out or comes home, worrying about his safety and longing for his return.

Yu Jinzhao's steps gradually became unsteady. When he reached his grandmother, his knees gave way and he knelt down in front of her bed with a thud.