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

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Yu Jinzhao was wide awake. She swallowed, looked up from the nut shells at Si Qing, suppressed her embarrassment, and frowned slightly as she spoke.

"I wonder where this little thief came from, actually stealing Master Si's nuts. If I catch him, I'll punish him severely!"

She spoke softly, her voice like a gentle stream, her tone tinged with a hint of annoyance, as swaying as a weeping willow.

The two looked at each other.

Si Qing's exquisite features were as white as frost and snow, and his narrow eyes were etched with a noble arrogance, three parts coldness, seven parts mockery, and ten parts perversion!

He suddenly raised his hand and picked up a nut shell from the plate, on which was clearly imprinted a tooth mark.

Si Qing's thin lips curled slightly, his expression meaningful, "Then why don't we compare these teeth marks one by one and look for them? Let's start with you."

The way he said that he clearly knew she was the one who ate the nuts.

Yu Jinzhao slowly pursed her lips, poured the nut shells from the plate into the trash can, her bright eyes, washed clean like a spring in a stream, clear and sparkling with every blink, as she spoke softly.

"It's nothing serious, so there's no need to make a big fuss about it."

As she spoke, she had a sudden inspiration and naturally changed the subject, "Your coat is a bit wrinkled, let me iron it for you and hang it up."

Before Si Qing could react, she took the iron out of the cabinet and plugged it in.

But Yu Jinzhao was spoiled since childhood and would never do anything to serve others.

Holding the iron in her hand, she didn't know how to use it. She could only press a button randomly, but in the instant she leaned over to iron Si Qing's clothes, she accidentally burned the back of her hand.

"Hiss." Yu Jinzhao cried out softly as he was burned, and the iron slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground.

Si Qing's gaze sharpened for a second, then he suddenly stood up.

Yu Jinzhao nonchalantly flicked her wrist, picked up the iron from the ground, turned to Si Qing with a gentle smile, and

"I'm not very good at using your iron, let me figure it out..."

Si Qing casually lifted his eyelids, his eyes flashing with complex and unreadable emotions as he looked at Yu Jinzhao's scalded hand.

The girl had long, slender, and snow-white fingers. As a medical student, she always cherished her hands, keeping them delicate and porcelain-like. As a result, even a slight burn would leave a red burn mark on the back of her hand.

She looked down and studied the ironing machine carefully for a while, finally figuring out how to use it, and then bent down to continue ironing his clothes.

Without hesitation, Si Qing grabbed Yu Jinzhao's hand, took the iron from her, and threw it out the window.

Yu Jinzhao was stunned. He then flung her hand to the side, and due to inertia, she took two steps back and sat on the bed.

Si Qing looked down at her, the curve of his lips icy, tinged with suppressed anger.

"Who gave you permission to touch my clothes?"

Yu Jinzhao looked up at him.

The man's bright, almond-shaped eyes were upturned and curved, and the cigarette burning on his fingertips cast a red glow in his eyes, making him look like a demon from hell.

The girl licked her lips, her eyes seemingly veiled by the misty rain of the Jiangnan water towns, gently rippling across one's heart.

She said in a gentle tone, "Didn't you say that as Mrs. Si, I have to fulfill my duties?"

She didn't actually know what duties a wife should fulfill; she only remembered that when her mother was alive, she would iron her father's clothes every day.

She felt she was doing a good job as a wife, but this unexpectedly caused Si Qing's Adam's apple to bob and he to let out a cold laugh.

He stubbed out his cigarette, which he had only taken a few puffs of, in the ashtray. Although he was smiling, there was no smile in his eyes, only a chilling coldness.

Sensing his coldness and displeasure, Yu Jinzhao said gently, "But since you don't like it, I won't touch your things anymore."

Perfect, saves her the trouble of dealing with it.

She thought that she was getting too close to Si Qing, which might make him feel uncomfortable, so she consciously distanced herself from him.

She walked quickly, and as the night breeze blew, her half-dry hair brushed against Si Qing's arm, releasing a faint fragrance.

He suddenly felt agitated, his eyes turning completely cold, like a bottomless abyss, threatening to drag her down.

The next moment, he chuckled.

"Yu Jinzhao, let me say this first, so listen carefully."

Yu Jinzhao looked at him, puzzled.

"My marriage to you is nothing more than a business partnership. We're just husband and wife in name only; we're not even living together as partners." Si Qing said calmly and coldly, not even looking at her.

"So you don't need to fulfill the so-called duties of a wife, because I won't fulfill the duties of a husband either."

Yu Jinzhao understood. He meant that he would not have marital relations with her, and she should not even think about having his body. From now on, they should just treat each other with respect.

This is truly something I couldn't ask for.

She nodded, indicating that she understood.

"I prefer quiet. Stay away from me if you have to; I'm not in the mood for you." Si Qing's voice was low and cold.

"This room is off-limits to me. You're not allowed near it anymore. Go sleep in the guest room!"

"..."

You think I want to stay here? LOL, I can run 800 meters per second without even breaking a sweat.

He would say something, and she would nod.

Si Qing's expression didn't soften at all. He stared at her coldly and indifferently for a while, seemingly thinking she was sensible. He reached out and pressed the call button on the bedside table, pointed to the door, and said,

"you can go now."

Yu Jinzhao said "Oh," then smiled politely at Si Qing, turned around and walked out step by step.

Halfway there, Yin Zhuo, who had heard the call bell, knocked on the door and came in. He first greeted Yu Jinzhao respectfully, and then strode up to Si Qing.

Yu Jinzhao paused for a moment, then continued walking out. After taking several steps outside, Si Qing's indifferent voice came from behind.

"Change the sheets."