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

The banquet hall was divided into two areas, the food pick-up area and the seating area. Si Tong was called back by Yu Hanshen and started to be fed by him.

After Yu Hanshen sat down, he chatted with other people at the table, from current political affairs to the stock market and economics. No matter what the topic was, Yu Hanshen could always come up with unique and sharp insights. It was not difficult to hear that he was experienced and knowledgeable.

Si Tong lowered his head and ate quietly, with Yu Hanshen's magnetic and steady voice in his ears. He felt particularly at ease at this moment.

The corner of his mouth was suddenly rubbed by the rough fingertips.

Si Tong came back to her senses and saw Yu Hanshen's hand leaving her. A piece of crisp black shirt sleeve was revealed from the cuff of his black suit, and the silver cufflinks reflected a noble cold light.

He twirled his fingers and continued talking to the person at the table with a normal look on his face, as if he had just done something very ordinary.

Si Tong raised her hand and touched the place that Yu Hanshen had touched. She noticed that everyone at the table was looking at her with interest, and she couldn't help blushing.

I feel like a child who can't take care of myself and needs others to help me wipe my mouth after eating.

Si Qingcheng arrived late just as the charity auction dinner was about to begin.

His seat was arranged at the table where Yu Hanshen was sitting, but he did not sit there. He walked straight to the table where Shen Muli was sitting.

Si Tong turned his head to look over and saw Shen Muli frowning slightly, seeming unhappy.

The lights in the venue suddenly dimmed, and then a male voice was heard from the speakers.

"Hello everyone, I am Wu Ping, the chairman of the MY Charity Foundation. Welcome everyone to attend this charity auction dinner in your busy schedule..."

Chairman Wu gave a summary of the foundation’s work and elaborated on the work plan for the coming year, followed by a performance session.

In order to better appreciate the performance, the lights in the seating area were not turned on. In the dim light, Shen Muli felt that Si Qingcheng was sitting closer and closer to her.

But when I turned around, I saw him looking at the stage calmly, and there was nothing wrong with his behavior.

After a while, Shen Muli felt Si Qingcheng's knee against her wheelchair. Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore and controlled the wheelchair to leave the banquet hall.

During this period of time, because of Shen Yanxi, she no longer treated Si Qingcheng with a cold and hostile attitude as before, which caused this man to become more and more presumptuous.

After enjoying the cool breeze on the balcony outside the banquet hall for a while, she turned her wheelchair and was about to go back when she saw a tall figure behind her.

Shen Muli was stunned for a moment, and tried to walk past him expressionlessly.

Si Qingcheng easily blocked her way. He looked deeply at the woman in front of him, "Xiao Li, I went to see our daughter this afternoon and told her many stories..."

"Get out of the way." Shen Muli interrupted him.

"Xiao Li, I never thought of betraying you back then. That day..." Si Qingcheng bent down, supported the armrests on both sides of the wheelchair with his hands, and looked at Shen Muli steadily from a close distance.

"It was an accident."

That day, Shen Muli found out that she was one month pregnant. He was very happy and drank a few more glasses of wine at night. He didn't expect that when he woke up, he would be lying on the bed in a guest room with a maid sleeping next to him.

Shen Muli looked back coldly, "So? You want to use the word 'accident' to cover up the mistake you made?"

"If you think accidents can be forgiven, then why didn't you tell me earlier? I made a fool out of thinking my marriage was perfect and happy."

"I trusted you so much. Li Shuang brought the child to me and told me that it was your daughter. I still firmly believed that she was lying to me."

"But what's the result? The DNA test told me that it was your child, born on the same day as my daughter. Ha, how ridiculous!"

Si Qingcheng clenched the armrests of his wheelchair, veins bulging on the back of his hands. He thought he had handled it well, he thought he could keep it a secret forever.

He sent Li Shuang to the abortion room, but unexpectedly she escaped and even gave birth to a child.

"I'm sorry." Si Qingcheng suddenly hugged Shen Muli and whispered in her ear: "Xiao Li, tell me, what should I do so that you can forgive me?"

Shen Muli did not struggle, and let him hold her like a puppet, his voice cold and ruthless: "If my daughter survives, I will forgive you."

Si Qingcheng's body stiffened, "Xiao Li..."

Shen Muli said calmly: "Xixi is ambitious and has always wanted to get your company through me. You know this, but you still train her as your successor just because she blocked a bowl of hot soup for me."

"I appreciate that, but it won't be a reason for me to forgive you."

"Let go. All you can bring me now is anger and pain. Let's meet less often in the future. Even if we meet, we can just be ordinary friends."

Si Qingcheng slowly let go of the person in his arms and stood up. Shen Muli did not stop and left without hesitation.

"I won't give up, Xiao Li." Behind him, it was Si Qingcheng's elegant and persistent voice, "I have waited for you for twenty years. I don't care about the next twenty years or the next twenty years."

Shen Muli paused for a moment, then said coldly: "It's up to you."

Back in the banquet hall, the performance had not yet ended and the entire seating area was plunged into darkness.

Except for the waiters wearing masks shuttling back and forth to serve the VIPs, everyone else sat quietly and watched the show.

Shen Muli controlled the wheelchair to the first row of seats. When turning, he accidentally bumped into a waiter.

She didn't pay attention at first, but when she looked up inadvertently, from her angle, she saw a dagger hidden under the tray in the waiter's hand.

Shen Muli was stunned for a moment and saw the waiter walking straight to the middle seat of the first row.

Over there, Si Tong was holding the phone to her ear, listening to the voice message from Yangyang on WeChat. The little guy missed her and asked her when she would be home.

Just as I was about to reply, I suddenly heard Shen Muli's panicked voice, accompanied by hurried footsteps, "Tongtong! Be careful!"

Before Si Tong could react, his waist suddenly tightened and he was lifted off the chair by a strong force. After feeling dizzy, he fell into a broad embrace.

There was chaos and screaming in my ears.

Si Tong was held in Yu Hanshen's arms, her vision occupied by his neat suit. Amid the sound of her thumping heartbeat, she heard someone say, "Call an ambulance!"