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

At this time, Si Tong, who was born into the wrong womb, was sitting by the bed.

Soothing prenatal education music came from the player on the bedside table. Her feet were soaked in hot water. Yu Hanshen squatted on one knee beside her feet, and his bony fingers gently massaged her toes in the water.

Si Tong wore a pair of new shoes today, which rubbed her feet a little. The outsides of her big toes turned red, but she didn't notice it at first.

It was a little painful when she walked, but the pain was nothing to her.

Yu Hanshen came out of the shower and saw it by chance. He went to the bathroom and used the foot bath bucket that Shen Muli had given her last time. He filled half a bucket of hot water and helped her soak her feet and massage them.

Si Tong supported himself on the edge of the bed with both hands, leaning forward slightly. In his sight was Yu Hanshen's wet hair. He combed his hair back as usual, revealing his smooth forehead.

But because it had just been washed and no hairspray was used, a few wisps of hair hung down, with the ends of the hair resting on the man's straight brow bone.

He had short, thick eyelashes, a high nose bridge, thin lips, and a focused expression, as if he was doing something important.

He was wearing loose dark grey pajamas, but his shoulders and back still showed off his strong muscles because of his movements.

"Actually, I don't feel any pain. No need for massage." The temperature of the hot water spread throughout his body through the skin on his feet. Si Tong felt as if his heart was also soaking in water of suitable temperature.

She said she didn't want a massage, but her feet didn't move at all, and she didn't show any intention of refusing the massage.

Yu Hanshen's big hands wrapped around her feet, and the girl's fair and soft feet made the man's fingers look even harder and more powerful.

"How's the strength? Is it comfortable?" Yu Hanshen looked up at her, his eyes gentle and his voice magnetic.

Comfortable?

This question is often heard in bed.

Si Tong's face felt a little hot. He stretched out a finger and touched Yu Hanshen's nose. "If you feel uncomfortable, what are you going to do, Mr. Yu?"

Yu Hanshen didn't look up, "Try a different strength."

There was nothing wrong with what he said, but Si Tong had some wrong thoughts. There was a time before when she really couldn't stand it anymore and she whined that he was too rough.

The man changed the strength several times and asked her to choose the one she could bear.

But after she finished picking, Yu Hanshen didn't last long and became back to his previous behavior, even worse.

Si Tong felt an inexplicable heat in his heart. His fingers slid along the man's straight nose, across his thin lips, and finally lifted his chin.

She leaned over and kissed him.

Yu Hanshen's lips are sharp and look cold, but they feel warm and soft when kissed.

As their lips and tongues intertwined, Si Tong heard the sound of him swallowing his saliva. When it comes to kissing, whoever is in the lower position has to swallow the saliva.

Yu Hanshen carefully wiped the water off her feet with a towel, took the footbath to the bathroom, and went downstairs.

When he came back, he had an anti-swelling ointment in his hand.

Yu Hanshen has always been too nice to Si Tong, but at this moment, she still felt touched when she saw the man carefully applying ointment to her.

But she said, "Mr. Yu, you are making a big fuss. It's just a red spot. This happens to me when I wear new shoes. I'll get used to it after a few days of wearing it."

Yu Hanshen's hand was neither too strong nor too weak, and he said, "You have me now, it's not the same as before."

After turning off the lights and lying down, Si Tong called him in the darkness: "Han Shen."

"Ah."

"I want to kiss you."

In the dead of night, the increasingly heavy breathing and the slurping sounds of kissing became more and more audible in the darkness.

After a long while, Yu Hanshen said in a low, hoarse voice, "It's time to go to bed."

After a while, Si Tong called him again: "Han Shen."

"Ah."

"I love you so much. I love you so very much." Si Tong could say those cheesy words easily now, which he couldn't say before.

Or maybe it's out of love.

But after she said this, her heart was beating like a drum and she was still shy.

Yu Hanshen tightened his arms, hugged his little wife tightly, and said in a mature and magnetic voice: "Sweet words."

"I'm telling the truth." Si Tong was a little dissatisfied and accused: "At this time, you should say that I love you too."

Yu Hanshen laughed.

"Don't laugh." Si Tong's ears were getting hotter and hotter because of the man's laughter. He kept asking, "Do you love me? You haven't said you love me yet."

Yu Hanshen kissed the top of her head, "I've given you my life, what do you say?"

Si Tong didn't like the way businessmen like him spoke, always feeling that his answers were superficial and not to the point.

"When did you give me your life?" She said with an unconscious tone of reproach.

Yu Hanshen stroked her belly with his fingers, "Are the two lives in your belly not given by me?"

Si Tong: “…” The old man had eaten more salt than she had eaten rice, so she couldn’t argue with him.

The next day was the weekend, and Yu Hanshen had an event today. He had breakfast with Si Tong at Gongyuan, and then set off at nine o'clock with Assistant Yao.

Si Tong went to the study, put on the anti-radiation suit given by Shen Muli, and used Yu Hanshen's computer to carefully understand the coverage of the Qingguang Award.

Finally, she chose the field she was good at as her focus.

Then I logged into a professional website, downloaded some literature and study materials on the subject, and printed them out using the printer in the study.

During the break, she saw the peach blossoms behind the villa in full bloom, and she suddenly wanted to go downstairs for a walk.

I didn’t find the pair of shoes I wore yesterday in the entrance hall.

Not only that pair, but all the shoes in the closet that had just been delivered and had not been worn yet were gone.

"Madam, what are you looking for?" Aunt Yang saw her squatting in front of the shoe cabinet in a daze, so she walked over and asked.

Si Tong said: "Where did I put the pair of printed sneakers I wore yesterday?"

"That pair, the master asked me to throw it away, and all the other shoes that came with it were thrown away."

Aunt Yang did not hide it: "My husband said that this brand of shoes is not good, and asked me to call them to cancel the cooperation, so that they don't need to send shoes to me in the future."

"You wear last year's shoes first. Luckily I washed them for you and put them away instead of throwing them away. This afternoon the staff from Private Order will come to take a mold of your feet. From now on, your shoes will be made for you by Private Order."

Si Tong: “…”

The sun was exceptionally bright today, making me feel warm on my body. The peach blossoms on the trees were in full bloom, but Si Tong no longer had the heart to appreciate them.

Her heart was filled with the man who was as gentle and silent as the spring rain.

"When will you come back?" Si Tong asked on the phone.

The event that Yu Hanshen participated in was out of town.

This time, before he asked on the phone if she missed him, Si Tong took the initiative to say, "I want to see you."

"Why are you becoming more and more clingy?" Even through the Internet, Si Tong could hear the joy in Yu Hanshen's voice.

"Isn't it good to be clingy?" She asked back, imitating the way he spoke.

Yu Hanshen laughed, his voice becoming gentler: "I'll try to go back as soon as possible."

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the staff from the private appointment came on time to get the foot model for Si Tong. After that, Si Tong called Zhang Mengling and asked her to go shopping.

The two agreed to meet at the entrance of the shopping mall. When Si Tong arrived, Zhang Mengling was already standing in the sun waiting for her with a cup of milk tea.

Seeing Si Tong getting off the Land Rover, followed by the nanny, Zhang Mengling narrowed her eyes and said, "You are becoming more and more like the wife of the richest man."

Even though Si Tong dressed modestly and didn't wear makeup, when she stood there, people would immediately think of the word wealth.

"It must be because he has been with Uncle San for too long. He has infected her with the temperament of a rich man because of the company he keeps." Zhang Mengling said as she handed the bag in her hand to Si Tong.