After the wrong marriage, she became the wife of the first chaebol

The summer night was slightly cool, and a wedding car with a happy letter on it was parked outside the magnificent Fu Zhai.

Other than that, there was no trace of happiness around.

After all, he is married to the crippled young master of the Fu family, who will make a big fuss?

Shen An'an, who was dressed in a red cheongsam, got out of the car and followed the servants slowly upstairs.

She lowered her head and bit her lip, touching the knife pinned to her thigh.

I heard that the young master of the Fu family is very cruel after his legs are disabled, and he is not good at that. He loves torturing women the most.

If Young Master Fu dares to touch her tonight, at worst, they will die together.

The servant stopped and pointed to the innermost door with a blank expression.

"The young master is inside."

"Ah."

Shen An'an nodded, and nervously approached the door, only to find that the door was half open.

In a slightly dim room, a man was sitting in a wheelchair with his back facing her, and a pharaoh hound squatted on the left and right.

As soon as the hound saw Shen An'an, he got up on guard, his amber eyes were extremely fierce under the light.

The most frightening thing was that there was a maid covered in blood lying on the ground, and the hound even lowered his head to lick the blood on the maid.

Shen An'an was stunned: kill, kill!Where is he cruel?He is a devil at all!

She wanted to run instinctively, but when she turned around, her father Shen Zhaohai's threat echoed in her ears.

"Your sister fell unconscious from the building. I want you to marry Fu Shao instead of her. If you dare to resist, you will wait to collect your sister's body tomorrow!"

She and her sister are twins.

Her mother died because she fell into the sea. From then on, she was regarded as unknown by the Shen family, removed from her name and thrown in the countryside.

My sister is the only person in the Shen family who treats her well, she can't ignore her!

Shen An'an clenched her fists and approached the door again, just die!

Suddenly, the wheels rolled, and the man in the wheelchair turned around slowly.

Shen An'an's eyes widened, it was the first time she saw such a beautiful demon!

In a black suit, with a suffocatingly handsome face, a pair of dark brown eyes under the light gold glasses, calm and indifferent.

His skin was fair and pale, which made the blood splattered on his cheeks even more red, and his every move exuded a sense of abstinence and gloom.

He is the young master of the Fu family, Fu Jinshen.

Fu Jinshen wiped the blood on his cheek with a plain white handkerchief, without looking at Shen An'an, he waved to his assistant Lin Ming behind him.

"Take people down." His voice was as cold as spring, and it was bone-chilling.

"Yes."

Lin Ming picked up the maid, led the hound and left the room.

Shen An'an took a breath, looked at the hound with blood on the corner of his mouth, his legs trembled.

With a bang, the knife pinned to his thigh... fell off!

Finished!

She will be the next one to be carried out!

Fu Jinshen held his chin slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Have you brought all the murder weapons?"

Shen An'an quickly picked up the knife, feeling embarrassed and ashamed.

Thanks to an idea, she pretended to be calm and smiled: "Old man, do you...do you eat fruit? I'll peel you an apple."

Shen An'an, where's your backbone?

What if we agreed to die together?

Shen An'an: I'm dead, what about my sister?

Fu Jinshen pushed down his glasses, his eyes under the long eyelashes were as cold as cold springs, and he looked at Shen An'an with a gloomy look with a little playfulness.

"Husband? Jiangcheng's No. 1 yuan is only mediocre, and he is so casual for money."

"..."

Shen An'an pursed her lips. Her sister was known as the No.1 girl in Jiangcheng Moon, and he actually satirized her sister!

She retorted: "Isn't that what you call when you're married? If you don't like it, just change it. Why are you talking in a weird way?"

Fu Jinshen frowned slightly, his cold eyes glanced at Shen An'an's deliberately heavily made-up face.

Does she know who she is talking to?

Do you think this will get his attention?

madness.

Fu Jinshen's look at Shen An'an sent chills down her spine, the unfathomable coldness in those brown eyes was really scary, luckily her sister didn't marry.

She took a sneak peek at Fu Jinshen, and couldn't help swallowing, isn't it just a title so I'm so entangled?

Ling Mou turned slightly, cleared his voice and said, "Then what do I call you? Fu Jinshen? Jinshen?"

Shen An'an's voice was clear and lively, with a hint of sweetness in the melodious and upbeat tone.

Fu Jinshen was slightly taken aback, it had been a long time since anyone called his name in such a relaxed tone.

Everyone either nodded or bowed when they saw him, or shunned him.

Is this also one of her methods?

Fu Jin returned to his senses deeply, and glanced at Shen An'an, his downcast eyes were terribly gloomy.

Do you dare to shout?

dare not.

Shen An'an shrank her neck and thought about it with difficulty.

In fact, what Fu Jinshen meant was to let her call him Young Master Fu like everyone else, and not to get close.

But Shen An'an didn't grow up in the city, he didn't understand the rules of the upper class, and there was no such concept in the countryside.

She was brought up by her distant aunt since she was a child. The aunt married a teacher in the town. The husband and wife are harmonious, but they have no children, so they are very kind to her.

In her world, isn't the address between husband and wife the same words that aunt calls to uncle?

Husband, name, plus...

Thinking about it, Shen Anan suddenly remembered what her aunt called her uncle when she vented her anger.

"I see, I didn't expect you to like this tune. Damn!"

"..." Fu Jinshen's face became even more gloomy.

"Then I'll call you later..."

"Change." Fu Jinshen squeezed the armrest of the wheelchair, his fingers tightened.

"Okay, husband." Shen Anan called out with a smile.

"..."

Fu Jin frowned deeply, and his calm and cold face also had ups and downs.

Shen An'an's smile is extraordinarily dazzling, even with heavy makeup on, her curved eyes are like the clear moon in the night sky, clear and bright.

But since he was abolished, no one dared to laugh in front of him again.

What the hell is this woman playing?

How could the young lady whom the Shen family had trained for many years be willing to marry a useless person like him?

Seeing that he didn't speak, Shen Anan handed over the red sandalwood box that Shen Zhaohai asked her to bring.

"This is a meeting gift from my father, and you will understand after reading it."

"Oh?"

With a cold tone, Fu Jinshen opened the box, and a pair of white jade bottles lay quietly inside, but the things under the white jade bottles were intriguing.