Refusing to marry into a wealthy family, the richest man's uncle coaxed me into marriage

The next afternoon, Si Tong and Yu Hanshen went to Huahe Hospital together.

He Qinglan lived in an ordinary single room. Two uniformed policemen stood outside the ward. Si Tong did not go in. He stood by and watched Yu Hanshen knock on the door of the ward.

It was Mrs. He who opened the door.

She opened the door and walked out, closing the door behind her. "Qinglan is not ready yet, please wait a moment."

Her demeanor was no longer as graceful as before. There was darkness under her eyes and her face looked haggard. It was obvious that she had been having a hard time recently.

When she saw Si Tong, a hint of resentment flashed across Mrs. He's eyes.

But since Yu Hanshen was present, she didn't dare say anything.

After an unknown amount of time, a female voice with suppressed joy came from the ward: "Come in."

Yu Hanshen's expression was calm and composed, without any impatience of waiting. He turned around to look at his wife and pushed the door open.

Si Tong looked at the closed ward door, unable to tell what he was feeling. He stood there for a moment, then turned and went to the bathroom.

When he came out, he was blocked by Mrs. He at the bathroom door.

"You are very proud now, right?" Mrs. He stared at Si Tong's face, "Because of you, the He family is in a mess now, and Qinglan has become like this too."

Si Tong took two steps back calmly and retorted, "I was wondering before, how could He Qinglan, who was born into a rich family, not have the upbringing and demeanor of a daughter of a rich family?"

"Only after seeing you did I understand what it means to have a crooked top beam and a crooked bottom beam."

“…”Mrs. He was so angry that she raised her hand to hit her.

Si Tong was about to dodge when a man in a black down jacket and a black mask suddenly ran over and bumped into Mrs. He, almost knocking her down.

After hitting the person, the man ran away without even looking back and without even an apology.

Mrs. He became even angrier. She glared at the man, then turned her head and glared at Si Tong with bloodshot eyes.

"Do you think Yu Hanshen is a good person? He likes you now, so he protects you. When he gets tired of you in the future, killing you will be easier than killing an ant."

Si Tong's expression remained unchanged. "I don't need Madam He to tell me what will happen between him and me."

After saying that, she turned and left.

"Do you know how the driver died?" Mrs. He suddenly asked her from behind.

Si Tong did not stop, and He Changjun said that he committed suicide. Later, she asked Qu Boan and got the same answer.

Madam He: "He was forced to death by Yu Hanshen."

Si Tong paused, turned around, and looked at Madam He coldly: "Madam He, please be careful with your words."

"Don't believe it?" Mrs. He laughed sarcastically. "The police announced that the driver was provoked and died by crashing into the wall in the detention center. Do you know what provoked him?"

Si Tong looked at her, waiting for her next words.

Mrs. He said nothing more. She just smiled, as if she had finally found an outlet for her anger. Her tone was full of malice: "Didn't expect it? The man beside you is a devil with blood on his hands. If you stay with him, sooner or later, you will end up like Qinglan."

Si Tong listened to her and smiled faintly, "Mrs. He, your ability to sow discord is really not that good."

"If you had evidence to prove that the driver's death was related to my husband, you would have rushed to the police to sue him. Since there is no evidence, what you said is just your imagination."

"Mrs. He, if you have time to warn me, you might as well teach your daughter a lesson and tell her not to always think about other people's men."

Mrs. He looked at Si Tong's back with a sinister look in her eyes.

In the ward.

After He Qinglan said "Come in", he held his breath.

She wore a wedding dress she designed and put on the most beautiful makeup. She wanted Yu Hanshen to remember her forever.

She lowered her head and listened to the steady footsteps coming in, the slight sound of the door closing, while she held the bouquet tightly in both hands.

She thought that even if Yu Hanshen was not impressed by her, he would at least ask her why she was dressed like that.

Then she could logically answer that because she wanted to marry him.

But after waiting for a while, all I got was a calm, "Where's the recording?"

He Qinglan looked up, and Yu Hanshen's eyes were extremely calm, as if the person standing in front of him was just an ordinary stranger wearing ordinary clothes.

It didn't even have the qualifications to cause him the slightest bit of surprise or astonishment.

He Qinglan felt as if a bucket of cold water was poured over his head in the snow and ice, and all his excitement and joy disappeared.

Looking at Yu Hanshen's imposing demeanor as a boss, He Qinglan recalled the indifferent boy who never mind her noise.

"You weren't like this before. You used to... treat me like a younger sister..."

Yu Hanshen walked to the chair beside the bed and sat down, his expression calm and reserved. He did not intend to cooperate with He Qinglan in reminiscing about the past, and spoke directly: "Tell me, what do you want me to hand over the recording?"

He Qinglan pulled himself out of his memories. For a moment, the man in front of him did not resemble the boy in his memory.

Yu Hanshen has been moving forward, but she is the only one who remains in the past that she can never possess.

She looked at Yu Han's mature features seriously. "Before, even if I was dying, you refused to come to see me. Now, in order to help Si Tong get evidence, you actually come to see me. Do you love her so much?"

Yu Hanshen crossed his legs and looked at her calmly, "This matter was originally between you and me. My wife was implicated by me, so naturally I should come forward to resolve it."

"Your wife?" He Qinglan repeated these three words and laughed softly, "If you want to help your wife get evidence, that's fine. Come over and put the ring on my finger, and I'll give it to you."

Yu Hanshen sat there without moving, his calm eyes revealing a hint of oppression.

He Qinglan couldn't help but feel fear under his gaze. She suppressed her fear and kept smiling: "Why? You don't want to? Aren't you willing to do anything for your wife?"

Yu Hanshen suddenly stood up and said, "Since you don't want to hand over the recording, then forget it."

Seeing that he was about to leave, He Qinglan hurriedly asked: "Don't you want to help your wife get revenge?"

Yu Hanshen walked to the door, stopped when he heard the words, tilted his head slightly to look over, his profile looking stern.

"Getting evidence from you is just a shortcut to revenge. If this shortcut doesn't work, it's a little troublesome, but it doesn't matter."

Hearing the sound of turning the doorknob, He Qinglan ran to the window and said, "Yu Hanshen, if you dare to leave, I will jump down."

Yu Hanshen raised his hand to hold the door handle and smiled gracefully: "This kind of trick only works on people who care about you. If Miss He wants to die so much, I respect your choice."