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

Shen Muli glared at him viciously, then turned around and smiled again, "Let's go, we haven't seen each other for several days."

Passing by Si Qingcheng, she said in a bad tone: "Why don't you leave?"

But in the end, Si Qingcheng followed Yu Hanshen into the box.

Shen Muli wanted to chase the man away, but couldn't do it in front of Si Tong, so he closed his eyes and endured it.

This was a small private room that could seat four people. Si Tong sat opposite Yu Hanshen, and Shen Muli sat opposite Si Qingcheng.

Si Qingcheng and Yu Hanshen were talking about business, but their eyes were glued to Shen Muli. Si Tong was watching from the side and felt embarrassed for Shen Muli.

Seeing Shen Muli's frown getting deeper and deeper, Si Tong told her about the International Mathematical Modeling Competition in the past few days.

As soon as she finished speaking, Si Tong suddenly realized that she had said something wrong. She still remembered that at the last charity auction dinner, Shen Muli knew that she was studying mathematics and changed his attitude towards her.

However, Shen Muli did not turn cold like last time, and still looked at Si Tong kindly: "Although I don't quite understand it, it sounds very impressive. I wish you good results next time."

Si Qingcheng finally found an opportunity to answer, "The Mathematical Modeling Competition hosted by the International Mathematical Association is one of the most prestigious competitions in the world. If I can win a prize, it will definitely cause a sensation in the domestic mathematics community."

"Even if I don't win the prize, it's still an honor to lose." Si Qingcheng moved his gaze away from Shen Muli and put it on Si Tong's face.

"A few days ago, I heard someone say that someone from Ocean University participated in the world-class mathematical modeling competition. It turned out to be you." There was obvious approval in his eyes.

"Are you confident that you can win the award?" he asked.

Si Tong answered truthfully: "I'm not sure if I can get the gold medal, but the result won't be too bad."

When talking about the field she is good at, Si Tong's eyes shine with amazing light. It is a power called passion, which makes her look sparkling and makes people unable to take their eyes away.

Yu Hanshen looked at his energetic young wife across the table. From the first moment he saw her, he couldn't help but lend her a helping hand.

He was not a kind-hearted person, and he wondered why he treated her differently. Later he thought that maybe he treated her as a junior who needed care.

It was not until the award ceremony of the National High School Mathematics Competition hosted by Twin Technologies that I saw the girl standing on the podium with bright and dazzling eyes when she talked about mathematics.

He was sure of his mind.

From then on, everything he did for her was no longer the care of an elder to a younger person, but the attentiveness of a man to a woman.

Si Qingcheng once again realized the wonders of genes. Si Tong's appearance at this moment reminded him of his former passion for mathematics.

"Do you know anything about the Qingguang Prize?" Si Qingcheng suddenly asked, "Register in August. With your achievements in mathematics, you can definitely compete for the Qingguang Prize."

Si Tong knew that this award was hailed as a milestone in the domestic mathematics community, and crossing this milestone was the dream of every mathematics enthusiast.

It was originally initiated and hosted by the China Mathematical Association, but due to some internal reasons, the Mathematical Association could not afford the high prize money expenditure and transferred the hosting rights to Twin Technologies two years ago.

Last year, the Zhimo Institute of Twin Technologies was established, and this year, it will be hosted by the Zhimo Institute.

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"I remember that one has to meet the doctoral requirements to apply for the Qingguang Award," said Si Tong.

Si Qingcheng smiled elegantly: "The entry requirements will change this year. A few days ago, I submitted a proposal to relax the registration requirements at the high-level meeting of Zhimo Academy, so that mathematics enthusiasts with a doctorate degree or below will have the opportunity to participate."

"The top management of Zhimo Institute has approved this proposal." Si Qingcheng has always felt that using the requirement of 'PhD' to exclude some real math enthusiasts is putting the cart before the horse.

Si Tong thought about the huge gap between himself and Yu Hanshen.

The more she is with him, the more she wants to grow up as quickly as possible, which is one of the reasons why she does not give up the International Mathematical Modeling Competition.

Every trophy with gold content is a stepping stone under her feet. The more stepping stones she has, the higher she stands, and the smaller the gap between her and Yu Hanshen will be.

Shen Muli was tricked by her old mother into coming to this restaurant tonight. The old woman sent her to a private room and then sneaked away. It was not until Si Qingcheng showed up that she realized she had been deceived.

So there was the scene that Si Tong saw at the restaurant door.

After dinner, Shen Muli got into Si Tong and Yu Hanshen's car, and Si Tong sat with her in the back seat.

Si Qingcheng sat in the passenger seat naturally.

Shen Muli frowned: "You don't have a car?"

Si Qingcheng seemed not to have heard it. He fastened his seat belt and asked Si Tong, "Do you mind giving me a ride?"

He kicked the ball to Si Tong. Shen Muli liked Si Tong so much, as long as Si Tong agreed, Shen Muli would not say anything.

Si Tong: “…” This question is really a hot potato.

Yu Hanshen saw his wife's embarrassed look in the rearview mirror, and glanced at Si Qingcheng with a slightly cold look, "If you mind, will President Si get out of the car?"

"..." Si Qingcheng looked embarrassed.

Really protecting one's own shortcomings.

He had known Yu Hanshen for many years and knew that Yu Hanshen was always very measured in dealing with people. He had only seen him being so ruthless before, when Mo Zhanyi spoke ill of Si Tong.

The Maybach backed out of the parking space smoothly and drove onto the main road of Shanghai with bright street lights.

"How are your wedding preparations going?" In the car, Shen Muli was concerned about Si Tong and Yu Hanshen's wedding.

"..." Si Tong was stunned, "I... am not sure."

Fu Yunrong came to confirm the process with her, and then accompanied Zhang Mengling and the others to measure the sizes of the bridesmaids' dresses. Si Tong didn't care about anything else.

In the end, it was Yu Hanshen who answered Shen Muli's questions. Yu Hanshen knew exactly what had been prepared, what had not been prepared, and what stage each item had reached.

Si Tong, who knew nothing about anything, looked like an outsider in this wedding.

Si Tong listened to the man's calm and mature voice and felt filled with happiness.

After talking about the wedding with Yu Hanshen, Shen Muli patted Si Tong's hand, and his usually cold face was full of smiles. He leaned over and said in Si Tong's ear: "Hanshen is very good, congratulations."

Given Yu Hanshen's status and position, wedding matters could be handed over to professionals, and he didn't need to be involved in everything. But judging from the fact that he was aware of every matter, it was obvious that he had put a lot of effort into it.

The Maybach first drove to the Shen family's old house.

The heavily guarded iron gate slowly opened, and the car drove along the driveway until it stopped under the western-style building.

Si Qingcheng got out of the car with Shen Muli. Shen Muli wanted to stop them, but then she swallowed the words as she thought that if she didn't explain clearly, what happened tonight would happen again.

It was very late, and Shen Muli did not invite Si Tong and Yu Hanshen into the house, and told Si Tong to go back and rest early.

The Maybach turned neatly and drove away.

As soon as the car drove out of the gate of the mansion, the smile on Shen Muli's face disappeared instantly, and he returned to his usual cold expression.

"My legs have recovered very quickly in the past few days," she said suddenly.

When Si Qingcheng heard that she took the initiative to talk to him, he was delighted and unconsciously took two steps forward, moving closer to Shen Muli. The fabric of his trousers rubbed against Shen Muli's hand which was on the armrest of the wheelchair.

"I heard it from my mother." The mother he was referring to was his mother-in-law.

Shen Muli felt the cool and smooth touch of his little finger, frowned and moved his hand away.

She raised her head and looked at him calmly, "If you play this trick of tricking me into going out to see you again, I will tell my mother that I want to have another child and ask her to introduce me to a healthy man."

The words "good health" made Si Qingcheng's expression change slightly.