100 Ways to Pamper Your Wife: The Cold CEO Locks Her Waist and Forces Her to Marry

Under the warm lighting, a tall man with an extraordinary temperament embraces the enchanting beauty sitting on his knees with full control.

With his other large, slender hand, he dialed the landline next to the sofa and in a very quiet voice gave the hotel manager instructions for serving the meal.

“Don’t put ginger, onion or garlic in any dishes.”

The manager said respectfully, "Yes, Master Wu."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Chuyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the little hand that was pressing on Qi Jinan's chest loosened its strength.

After only dining together once, he remembered that she didn't eat ginger, onions or garlic.

This small detail somehow reduced her resistance to him a little, but only a little.

When she was sober, she was still not used to being too close to him, and her upper body quietly wanted to separate from him.

Qi Jinan had a keen insight and could see clearly the silent resistance of the beauty in his arms.

That unspeakable restlessness attacked his heart again.

His brows were slightly furrowed, and the blue veins were faintly visible. He forcefully pressed her retreating upper body against him, not allowing her to have the slightest thought of leaving him.

He lowered his eyes and looked at her, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light, chilling coldness, and imperceptible emotions.

Zhao Chuyu was very sensitive and could sense the danger in his oppressive gaze without even looking up.

The eyes hidden by feathery eyelashes contained an indescribable struggle.

I don't want to be a canary to please the rich, but in order to get him to help save Granny Jiang, I have to do it.

The two people who did not communicate verbally seemed to be competing to see who was more patient.

In the end, it was Zhao Chuyu who chose to lower her head, put down her hands, and opened her mouth slightly, "I'm not used to being so close."

This was the second time she said she wasn't used to it in just a few hours.

Qi Jinan suppressed the anxiety in his cold eyes, lowered his head, and gently bit the tip of her ear, "Not used to it? Then get used to it quickly."

He couldn't wait long.

The strength in the words seeped into Zhao Chuyu's mind bit by bit, making her realize the current situation.

She clenched her hands into fists, trying to ignore the burning sensation in her ears. She closed her eyes and nodded obediently, "Okay."

“When can I go see my mother-in-law?”

Even though she knew he was very capable and as a trillionaire president, he had no time to deceive an ordinary person like her, but she was still a little worried and wanted to confirm Granny Jiang's condition in person.

Qi Jinan was very satisfied with her being well-behaved and obedient the previous second.

But when I heard that she was going to see someone else, even though I knew that the other person was the old lady who raised her, a strange feeling of disgust rose in my heart.

The emotion he had never experienced before formed a layer of ice on his face, and the words that came out of his thin lips had a hint of coldness.

"I'll take you there after you're done eating."

When Zhao Chuyu heard this, she was finally able to visit her mother-in-law. She was so happy that she ignored the displeasure in Qi Jinan's words.

The arm across her waist was so noticeable that she couldn't ignore it. She could only hypnotize herself and it would be fine after a while.

Only after the manager personally brought the meal did Zhao Chuyu find an excuse to leave Qi Jinan's legs.

The two sat at the dining table and ate the sumptuous dinner in silence.

Zhao Chuyu hadn't eaten properly all day and was really hungry.

Compared to yesterday, she finished all the bowl of fragrant rice in front of her.

Although Qi Jinan didn't say much, she was all he could see.

She even remembered clearly which dish she ate most frequently.

When I arrived at the SVIP ward of the hospital, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

Granny Jiang was still in a coma, her face peaceful, as if she had no worries about this world anymore.

The attending physician who was guarding the living room of the ward saw Master Qi Wu coming in with a beautiful woman with a charming figure, and immediately stood up to greet them.

"Fifth Master."

Qi Jinan nodded his chin slightly and watched Zhao Chuyu run straight to the bedside of the room to see Grandma Jiang.

He stood where he was, trying to suppress the physical discomfort that was surging in his body.

This is the body's natural reaction to aversion to the opposite sex, and he can only suppress it.

Zhao Chuyu walked to the bedside and called the old lady who had not woken up on the bed through the mask.

"Grandma, grandma, I'm Xiaochu, you have to get better soon."

"I'm also going to take you to Kyoto to see the Forbidden City and the Summer Palace."

Kyoto is a place that Granny Jiang always wanted to visit.

But for various reasons, I never made it.

After eating at the hotel, Pan Wenzhang stayed in the hospital.

Upon learning that Qi Jinan had brought relatives related to the old lady to the ward, he put on his coat and walked into the ward living room.

Seeing Zhao Chuyu's slim figure in the room, he was slightly stunned.

For a woman?

Could this be the reason why Qi Jinan went to so much trouble to save people?

Is God going to rain red rain?

Or will the sun rise from the west tomorrow morning?

Weird weird.

Pan Wen Zhang looked puzzled and wanted to go up to find out what was going on.

Unexpectedly, just as he took a step forward, he was stopped by Qi Jinan, who was standing beside him as a door god.

Qi Jinan didn't say a word, just raised his eyelids and glanced at him coldly.

That look was so cold that it seemed to come from an ice cellar, freezing one's bones and making it hard to breathe.

Pan Wenzhang's throat suddenly felt like it was blocked by something, and he didn't know how to evaluate Qi Jinan's behavior.

I thought that the promiscuous old man Qi gave birth to a holy monk who had no interest in women at all.

Unexpectedly, he is not a monk without emotions, but a lovesick man?

Or is he so possessive?

Zheng Zhi, who was waiting outside the door of the ward's living room, saw this situation. His heart tightened and he immediately walked in quickly with a tactful look.

"Mr. Pan, it's getting late. You still have to undergo surgery tomorrow. Shall I escort you back to your room to rest?"

The surgical plan was finalized an hour ago.

What is particularly crucial is that Grandma Jiang’s situation cannot be delayed.

The old lady was dependent on a ventilator all day and only then did she survive.

Pan Wenjian was not a person who would seek trouble. He was just curious about what kind of beauty would attract Qi Jinan's attention, so he wanted to take a look.

He is also possessed by demons.

Despite his age, he is still as curious as a youngster.

Mr. Pan smiled heartily, "Okay."

After Pan Wen Zhang and Zheng Zhi left, only Qi Jinan and the reserved attending physician were left in the ward living room.

Zhao Chuyu sat in a chair beside the bed and kept talking to Grandma Jiang.

However, she kept saying that Granny Jiang had her eyes closed and showed no signs of waking up.

This was the day Zhao Chuyu spoke the most, more than in the past month combined.

Her eyes were moist and her long eyelashes were filled with tears as glistening as dewdrops.

The charm at the end of her eyes, stained by tears, is even more alluring, like a thousand-year-old fox coming out at midnight to seduce people.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Qi Jinan finally couldn't bear it anymore. He suppressed his nausea, strode in and pulled out Zhao Chuyu, who was crying silently.

The waves of irritability that were pent up in his chest made his face look a little pale.

"Back to the hotel."

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