Stubborn Wife Resists Marriage: CEO Coaxes Her 999 Times and Tortures Her Once

Su Xiaonuan is only 18 years old; she doesn't want to date or get married.

When Zhan Xiaoling turned 29, things changed; the Zhan family needed an heir.

Whether it's the passage of time or the passage of years, Zhan Xiaoling simply cannot afford to waste any more time.

The thought of marrying Su Xiaonuan never brought him a single day of peace.

Zhan Xiaoling, who never believed in superstitions, stood up: "I must find out."

He wanted to know whether he and Su Xiaonuan were incompatible due to personality clashes or simply bad horoscopes.

Lin Guankai patted him on the shoulder: "Have you fallen in love with Su Xiaonuan?"

Zhan Xiaoling froze for a few seconds, then a slight smile appeared on his lips, revealing a perfect curve: "No."

Zhou Renkang elegantly picked up his wine glass and calmly swirled it: "You don't like her, yet you control her so strictly."

"What if the Su and Zhan families don't like the marriage? What good is it if they do like it?" As an important figure in the Zhan family, Zhan Xiaoling had to consider the company's future.

A business marriage between the two families bound them tightly together.

Zhan Xiaoling spoke calmly and casually, and Lin Guankai sighed and said, "If you can't go on, you can let go."

Their marriage was a mistake from the start; being together was too difficult.

By letting go and giving Su Xiaonuan a way out, Zhan Xiaoling was finally freed from his misery.

Lin Guankai left silently, and Zhan Xiaoling followed him out, saying, "I'm going home first."

Lin Guankai grabbed him and said, "I'll take you somewhere."

Zhan Xiaoling nodded, got into the car, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and handed one to Lin Guankai.

Seeing his flustered expression, Lin Guankai lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth: "No matter what the outcome is, you have to believe in fate."

Following instructions, Luo Jing parked his car in the Dongyuan residential area on Haizi Street.

Luo Jing got out of the car and stood on the right to open the rear door: "President Zhan, President Lin, we've arrived."

Lin Guankai got out of the back seat and threw the half-smoked cigarette on the ground.

Zhan Xiaoling gracefully dismounted and surveyed his surroundings. Led by Luo Jing, he arrived at the entrance of the famous Liu Yinyang family in the ancient city.

Liu Yinyang is the most famous fortune teller in the ancient city. He knows a person's birth date and time and knows their destiny.

It was pitch black all around when Lin Guankai knocked on the door.

After knocking several times, footsteps were heard in the courtyard.

A gust of cold wind blew by, chilling to the bone, and Zhan Xiaoling sneezed a few times.

Zhan Xiaoling and Lin Guankai followed the other party inside.

Upon seeing that it was Zhan Xiaoling, Liu Yinyang immediately stood up from his chair: "Second Master, I am so sorry for not greeting you sooner. My apologies."

At the other party's invitation, Zhan Xiaoling sat down and got straight to the point, handing over a note he had prepared in advance from his pocket.

Liu Yinyang opened it and glanced at it. After a while, he slowly raised his head and asked, "Second Master, whose is this?"

To save face, Zhan Xiaoling made up a random excuse: "From a friend."

Knowing that he was Zhan Xiaoling's friend, Liu Yinyang sighed, "This is a tragic relationship. It's best to part amicably to avoid future tragedies. Clinging on will only lead to bad consequences."

The other person's words were like a sharp bayonet, cutting into his internal organs piece by piece.

Zhan Xiaoling felt a dull pain in his internal organs. He stood up from his chair in a fit of anger and punched Liu Yinyang in the cheek: "If you dare to talk nonsense, I'll take your life. You're just a charlatan, what do you know?"

Liu Yinyang was completely bewildered and lay on the ground, not daring to utter a sound.

I was just telling the truth, I didn't expect it to anger Zhan Xiaoling.

Zhan Xiaoling grabbed his head and loudly questioned, "Can you change the fate of their marriage?"

Blood trickled from the corner of Liu Yinyang's mouth. Seeing Zhan Xiaoling's serious face, he trembled and said, "Fate, destiny's arrangement, it's hard to defy fate."

Zhan Xiaoling exuded a powerful aura of coldness, blending seamlessly with the icy atmosphere, and left without looking back.

Lin Guankai followed behind: "You have to believe Mr. Liu's words. You have no future together. You should let go of Su Xiaonuan."

Zhan Xiaoling flew into a rage and shoved Lin Guankai away forcefully: "I, Zhan Xiaoling, will decide my own marriage."

On the way back, it wasn't already agreed upon.

Whatever the outcome, he must accept it.

Even after knowing the outcome, he still refused to let go.

Lin Guankai stared at him: "You, you want to defy fate?"

Zhan Xiaoling sat in the back of the Maybach: "I'm going to defy fate. My marriage is up to me, not him. He's just a conman. You actually believe his nonsense?"

He himself is a living Yama, the only one who can control other people's lives.

When is it our turn to ask others about our own lives?

Don't believe these charlatans; it's none of your business to interfere in your marriage.

Su Xiaonuan was watching TV in the living room when Guo Zilan noticed she was in a bad mood and slowed down to come to her side: "Young Madam, is dinner ready?"

Su Xiaonuan put down the remote control, slowly raised her head, and rested her chin on her right hand: "Let's eat."

Given Su Xiaonuan's stubborn nature, she would throw a tantrum and go on a hunger strike when she argued with Zhan Xiaoling.

This time, seeing her sit down at the dining table so quickly, it's clear she's matured a lot lately.

Guo Zilan brought her favorite dishes to her. Su Xiaonuan ate a few bites of steamed fish and said, "The food is good today."

Guo Zilan smiled awkwardly: "Thank you for the compliment, young mistress."

Guo Zilan brought over another glass of milk: "Young Madam, the weather has been too cold lately. Have a glass of milk to warm yourself up."

It was quite cold in winter, and with the heating on at home, Su Xiaonuan didn't want to go anywhere.

So much food was prepared, but she was eating it all by herself.

Seeing that Su Xiaonuan hadn't asked about Zhan Xiaoling's whereabouts, Guo Zilan noticed the heavy snow falling outside and exclaimed, "It's snowing! I wonder where the young master has gone?"

Su Xiaonuan lowered her head to eat, and through the window she saw the snow outside getting heavier and heavier: "Aunt Guo, I'm full."

Feeling down today, Su Xiaonuan only ate a spoonful of rice.

Guo Zilan noticed that many dishes were untouched: "Young Madam, these are all your favorite dishes. Don't you have an appetite today?"

Want to know what Su Xiaonuan is thinking? This little girl has never talked to anyone about her feelings.

Su Xiaonuan smiled and said, "The food is alright. No matter what happens, I need to eat and live well."

Guo Zilan stood beside her with a grin: "That's right, food is essential, and your body is your own responsibility."

After all these days, Su Xiaonuan finally realized the first lesson of life.

No matter how difficult things get, she will always eat what she needs and will never neglect herself.

Seeing Su Xiaonuan go to her room, Guo Zilan quickly cleaned up the dishes.

Su Xiaonuan went to the bedroom, turned on the desk lamp, finished her homework, and then she could leave the ancient city for winter vacation.

Wang Chenyu forbade Su Xiaonuan from attending classes on her own, so she had to make the most of her time to review.

Final exams are coming up in the next few days, and I need to prove myself and not let Wang Chenyu look down on me.

Su Xiaonuan was distracted and couldn't concentrate on her studies.

Go to the dressing room and get a set of white, fleece-lined, thick pajamas to take a shower.

I was taking a shower when I realized there was no hot water.

Su Xiaonuan stood in the bathtub, shivering from the cold. She rubbed her feet repeatedly on the cold marble tiles.

She hugged her chest with both hands and went out naked, still rinsing off the shower gel.

Her long, black hair was dripping with water, and cold water droplets rolled down her fair cheeks.

A gust of cold wind blew in through the window, and Su Xiaonuan stood in the bathroom shouting, "Aunt Guo, Aunt Guo, why is there no hot water?"

I called out many times, but still received no response.