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

As time ticked by, the atmosphere under the crabapple tree grew somber and oppressive.

Yu Jinzhao's slender back pressed against the rugged tree trunk, the dense thorns scratching painfully, making her somewhat uneasy.

Adhering to the principle of "I won't move unless the enemy moves," she suppressed her rage and moved forward quietly, trying to make herself more comfortable.

Si Qing stared at her fair profile, his cold eyes taking in every subtle change in her.

He unbuttoned his cuffs, reached out and pressed his hand against the back of her neck, forcibly lifting her head.

Yu Jinzhao immediately stopped making any rash moves, maintaining his posture close to the tree trunk, and calmly looked into his narrow eyes.

The restraints on the back of her neck tightened inch by inch, and she felt the Buddhist prayer beads on his wrist digging into her skin, causing a slight numbness.

She hissed softly, her brows furrowed slightly, and she subconsciously lifted her leg, then restrained herself and put it down again.

Si Qing's gaze deepened.

The girl's reaction to pain actually made her mask-like expression more vivid when facing him, less feigned obedience and more genuine.

Si Qing watched as her vivid reaction gradually faded, and after a long while, he savored the moment.

"Does it hurt?"

"..."

Nonsense, let me touch it and I'll know if it hurts or not!

Yu Jinzhao inwardly grumbled, but her expression remained gentle and composed, as if she could tolerate any treatment she received. The smile at the corner of her eyes was like newly melted snow, and her voice was soft as she answered.

"It doesn't hurt."

Si Qing stared at her intently, and after a few seconds, the dark light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

Yu Jinzhao was taken aback, and for some reason seemed to catch a trace of disappointment in his cold eyes, before she could confirm it.

Si Qing twitched his lips, as if he had something else to say, but in the end he just pursed his lips, turned around, and left Yu Jinzhao with a cold back.

At this moment, Si Yao walked towards them and called out gently,

“Ah Qing”.

Si Qing's face was filled with a fierce aura. When Si Yao approached, she was startled. Her bright and clear eyes glanced at him with suspicion before landing on Yu Jinzhao behind him.

This young couple doesn't seem to get along very well?

Receiving Si Yao's gaze, Yu Jinzhao stepped over.

Seeing that the newcomer's features bore a resemblance to Si Qing's, and remembering that her father had specifically told her about Si Qing's family before she returned to China—that he had a twin sister—she knew this must be the person. A smile played on her lips as she greeted him politely.

"Hello, sister, I am Yu Jinzhao."

Si Yao's gentle brows furrowed slightly as she withdrew her gaze from her, a cold indifference settling in her eyes.

When Yu Jinzhao greeted her, she simply nodded in response, seemingly not taking Yu Jinzhao seriously.

Then, Si Yao turned to Si Qing, her eyes filled with joy, and said happily, "Qing, Mom has been found and is in the hospital."

Si Qing put one hand in his pocket, gave a soft "hmm," and left with Si Yao.

Watching the siblings walk away, Yu Jinzhao's expression instantly relaxed.

*

Yin Zhuo drove Si Qing and Si Yao to the hospital.

When they entered the VIP ward, Madam Si had just woken up, and Butler Si was serving her water.

Seeing this, Yin Zhuo thought to himself, no wonder he and Master Si couldn't find Madam Si in the underground city, it turned out that Madam Si had returned to the hospital in advance.

Seeing that Madam Si was safe and sound, Si Yao breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward and threw herself into her arms, saying with concern and reproach, "Mom, you're so sick, why did you run around like that? You almost drove me crazy."

"What do you know? If I hadn't run around like that, I'd probably be dead in this hospital." Mrs. Si gently patted her daughter's head, her face beaming with joy, looking full of energy.

Si Qing strode to the bedside, his gaze falling on his mother's radiant face. His dark eyes flickered slightly, and he spoke in a clear, resonant voice.

"Mother, you are cured."