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

Yu Jinzhao, “…?”

So, after all this time, this guy was teaching her how to help him get rid of his persistent suitors, so that he wouldn't have to bother her in the future.

That's true. How could someone as arrogant as Si Qing only have one woman? Nowadays, ambitious and capable men all want three wives and four concubines.

Clearly, he's gotten tired of An Ran.

An Ran finally managed to climb out of the pond, covered in moss and looking utterly disheveled.

Hearing Si Qing's deep, pleasant voice was like a dagger with rivets, stabbing her heart and shattering her self-esteem into pieces.

So, to Master Si, she was just a woman with ulterior motives towards him?

An Ran trembled all over, biting her lip, her face on the verge of tears.

"Get out of here!" Yin Zhuo frowned and scolded. He hated these kinds of third parties who tried to interfere in other people's marriages. They were shameless!

An Ran turned and ran away crying.

Yu Jinzhao sighed. Si Qing was indeed capricious; he could dislike someone just like that.

She pursed her lips, even more determined not to provoke Si Qing. Her charming, foxy eyes curved into a smile as she gave the man a sweet, obedient one, and said submissively,

"Yeah, I've got it... I've learned it!"

“From now on, I will take care of dealing with all the women you see. This time it was Miss An. If you take a fancy to someone else next time, feel free to bring them back.”

In short, as long as he doesn't cause her trouble, she can still join his other suitors to play mahjong.

"Madam, what are you saying!" Yin Zhuo was terrified and couldn't help but muster the courage to give Yu Jinzhao a meaningful look.

Yu Jinzhao's eyes were like a galaxy. She slowly turned her dark eyes and looked at Yin Zhuo with a puzzled expression. Was there something wrong with what she did?

She not only helps her husband deal with his extramarital affairs, but also serves his mistresses. What more could you ask for from a wife who goes to such lengths?

She figured Si Qing must be overjoyed. If he was happy, he wouldn't want to retaliate for the things she had done to offend him.

She lowered her eyes and smiled gently, looking at Si Qing with a smug expression. Her charming fox-like eyes shone brightly. In the instant when her emotions were running wild, she suddenly stopped herself and restrained herself, just right to suppress the innate arrogance and aloofness in her bones, deliberately revealing the meaning of "I am very well-behaved".

Unexpectedly, her words struck his sinister eyes, like a boulder falling into the endless depths of the sea, stirring up a raging storm.

Yu Jinzhao felt a chill run down her neck. She thought Si Qing was so hard to coax. How come she could always offend him by saying nice things?

Yin Zhuo rubbed his forehead, glanced at Si Qing's gloomy face, and, not wanting to be caught in the crossfire, reluctantly interjected.

“Madam, you’ve misunderstood. An Ran is just an assistant to the private doctor who takes care of Master Si’s headaches. She does odd jobs all the time.”

"..."

"Our Master Si is very self-disciplined and hates being touched by women the most."

"..."

For a fleeting moment, Yu Jinzhao's clear and innocent eyes cracked.

So all her efforts turned out to have been aimed at the wrong people.

Not only did he waste his time, but he also offended Si Qing.

In an instant, Yu Jinzhao frantically retreated, creating distance between himself and Si Qing.

A million curses ran through her mind, but in a flash, she transformed her frustration into a submissive softness and apologized.

"It was my overstepping of my bounds. I forgot that Master Si has a misogyny. Please forgive me, Master Si."

Her voice was gentle and charming, obedient and soft, completely different from the cunning and mischievous tone she had displayed when talking to Yin Zhuo on the phone.

So it's not that Yu Jinzhao has become hypocritical, but rather that her true self isn't towards him?

Si Qing lowered his eyes, rubbed his fingertips together, still feeling the delicate touch of her skin. He frowned almost imperceptibly, looked at her again, his gaze unfathomable, and spoke, his voice low and husky, "Yu Jinzhao."

Yu Jinzhao's heart leaped into his throat, making it difficult to breathe for a moment.

He rarely called her by her full name; according to old custom, every time he did, it was a sign that he was about to lose his temper.

"I'm here," she answered softly and cautiously.

Suddenly, Si Qing strode towards her, his leather boots making a soft sound as they stepped on the cobblestones, each step tugging at her taut heartstrings.

As he approached, a strong sense of danger washed over her. She wanted to run away, but with the pond behind her, she could only stand there frozen in place.

Si Qing stopped in front of her, and she smelled the sandalwood scent emanating from him—gentle and peaceful.

But when he spoke, his tone was aggressive and coercive: "You've probably forgotten more than just this one thing, haven't you?"

Yu Jinzhao felt inexplicably thirsty and suddenly dared not look him in the eye, so he lowered his head.

My heart skipped a beat. Was he about to bring up old grievances again?

Her face scrunched up like the meme of an old man on the subway looking at his phone.

In this situation, saying anything would be wrong, so it's best to remain silent and not answer.

Little did she know, the more obedient she was in front of him, the more unhappy Si Qing became.

He suddenly reached out, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her forward.

Her body involuntarily lurched forward, and the sudden feeling of weightlessness made her gasp as she spun around.

When she came to her senses, she found herself pinned against the wall by him under the crabapple tree.

Her heart skipped a beat as the man's tall figure loomed over her. She steadied herself and remained calm.

Yin Zhuo felt that the ambiguous atmosphere was not suitable for him, the third wheel, so he voluntarily withdrew.

Meanwhile, An Ran, looking disheveled, walked towards the inner courtyard, her eyes red as a rabbit's.

She originally thought that Master Si was deeply in love with her because she had taken care of him for so long.

Who would have thought that he would be so ruthless towards his new wife?

Anran felt wronged and resentful.

She was clearly the one who loved him the most, and he should have married her the most. That damned bitch stole him away!

Overwhelmed with grief, Anran could no longer hold back and burst into tears.

Just then, a young woman in a purple haute couture suit approached. Her features bore a resemblance to Si Qing's. Seeing An Ran's appearance, she frowned and asked with concern,

"Ranran, what's wrong?"

The visitor was Si Qing's older sister, Si Yao, who was a very close friend of An Ran.

"Yaoyao!" Upon seeing Si Yao, An Ran felt even more aggrieved, and tears streamed down her face. Her voice was tinged with resentment as she spoke.

Why didn't you tell me about Master Si's marriage?

Si Yao wiped away her tears and said helplessly, "I only found out this morning too."

An Ran raised her hand and wiped her eyes. "I offended Mrs. Si without knowing it, and then... Yao Yao, will Mrs. Si kick me out?"

In just a few words, An Ran described Si Qing's wife as a domineering and tyrannical person.

Upon hearing this, Si Yao's slender brows furrowed deeply, and she said softly,

"Pack your things first, then go to the hospital to get my mother checked out."

Upon hearing this, An Ran felt immediately at ease.

Si Yao comforted her a few more times, and following her directions, she walked quickly towards the direction where Si Qing was.