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

That night, at 1:15 a.m., a black commercial vehicle drove into an old residential area and stopped in front of an old residential building.

Soon, there was a knock on a door on the third floor.

The couple in this family are ordinary people. They rent a small shop in the snack street in front of the shopping mall to make multi-grain pancakes and earn some hard-earned money.

In the middle of the night, someone suddenly knocked on the door. The wife woke up with a startle and was a little scared, so she quickly woke her husband up.

"Who is it?" The husband was not tall but strong and not afraid. He asked, but got no answer and the knocking on the door continued. He suddenly got angry and went up to open the door.

Before I could get angry after the door opened, it was suddenly pulled open by someone outside, and then four tall and strong strangers rushed in.

The husband was not expecting so many people outside. He was startled and stepped back subconsciously: "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

The wife was also frightened and hid behind her husband.

At this time, a man in a blue shirt and black trousers slowly walked in from outside the door, with a black briefcase under his arm and a kind smile on his face.

"Wu Zhen, Song Liang, right? Don't be afraid. I'm here to do business with you."

As he spoke, he took out a stack of red banknotes from his briefcase and placed them on the messy entrance partition cabinet.

"My wife wants to eat your pancakes. Please come with us. This is a deposit. If my wife is happy with it, I will give you double the amount as a reward."

“……”The husband Song Liang was stunned.

The man in the blue shirt casually took out two hundred thousand in cash.

Double the reward? Wouldn't that mean that making a pancake for the so-called wife this guy mentioned could earn 600,000 yuan?

The couple looked at each other and saw surprise in each other's eyes.

"Then I'll prepare something." His wife Wu Zhen reacted first, and her brows suddenly lit up with joy, as if she had been hit by a pie in the sky.

"No need, our master has everything." said the man in the blue shirt.

Wu Zhen shook her head, "No, my food tastes good because of the sauce I make. If I don't have my own sauce, what if I can't make the taste your wife wants?"

The man in the blue shirt thought for a moment and said, "Then you take it first."

After more than thirty minutes, a black business car drove into Courtyard No. 8 of Gongyuan.

The couple was so astonished by the magnificent villa in front of them that their breathing almost stopped. The whole villa was brightly lit, and there was a red "囍" character on every window.

Once you enter the villa, you can see the word "囍" everywhere.

It can be seen that the owner of this villa has just celebrated a wedding.

The kitchen is larger than her three-bedroom, one-living-room house, and the wide and long cooking table is equipped with all the tools and ingredients needed to make pancakes.

There were several maids standing by, and also a man who looked like a chef. Even though he was just a maid and chef here, his aura was different from that of ordinary people, and there was an oppressive feeling of a wealthy family everywhere.

Wu Zhen and Song Liang became more cautious.

The atmosphere was very depressing. Song Liang wanted to say something to ease the tension, so he smiled and said, "Since your husband pays so much, we should provide the food."

One of the servants smiled and said, "Our ingredients are all flown in from the husband's farm in New Zealand. They are different from the vegetables and grains you buy in the supermarket."

“……” I’ve heard that rich people are particularly particular about food, but I didn’t expect them to be so particular.

The pancakes were ready quickly. Wu Zhen was a little nervous because she was too nervous and the ingredients were different. She was worried that the taste would be different from what she usually made.

"Can I go with you to meet your wife? If there's anything that doesn't suit your taste, she can tell me and I'll do it for her again." Wu Zhen's tone was somewhat flattering.

If the lady is happy with the meal, she can get another 400,000 yuan in compensation. The couple can't earn that much even if they work hard in a year.

The servant remembered that the food the chef had prepared before was not to his liking, so the husband immediately asked someone to invite these two people over. It seemed that he attached great importance to whether his wife could be happy with the meal.

So he said, "Wait a minute, I'll call and ask the gentleman."

After hanging up the phone, the servant picked up the tray and said to Wu Zhen, "Let's go."

Wu Zhen followed the servant upstairs. The handrails of the stairs were decorated with red silk, and the red "囍" extended all the way to the door of the master bedroom on the second floor.

The servant knocked on the door gently, then turned the doorknob and slowly pushed the door open.

The bedroom was very quiet, with dim lights and a faint warm red hue, cozy and ambiguous. As soon as I entered, I could smell a faint fragrance.

It's not the smell of perfume, but more like a mixture of girl's body odor and male hormones.

There was a slight sound of the fan next to her ears. Wu Zhen lowered her head and followed the servant closely, not daring to look up.

There seemed to be an invisible aura in the room; the air was particularly heavy and suffocating.

It was not until the servant stopped not far from the bed that Wu Zhen looked up at the large pink princess bed.

On the bed, the curtains fluttered in the wind of the fan. The man was half leaning against the head of the bed. He had a tall and slender figure, deep and handsome facial features, and his eyes were closed under his straight brows.

On his lower abdomen, there was a slender white woman's arm, with fingers as long and thin as jade, and the woman's head was resting on his abdomen.

The woman's long, shiny black hair was scattered on her shoulders, and a thin blanket covered her chest to her thighs.

A pair of slightly curled legs appeared under the quilt, which were also slender and long, and crystal white.

The man put one hand around the woman's shoulders and held her cheek with the other.

This scene, coupled with the dim warm red light, has an indescribable ambiguity and warmth.

Although Wu Zhen couldn't see the lady's facial features clearly, he could feel that she must be a stunningly beautiful woman.

"Sir, the pancakes the madam ordered are ready." The servant said softly.

The man opened his eyes silently.

Zhan Hei's gaze first fell on the tray, and then slowly swept towards Wu Zhen.

Wu Zhen suddenly felt his scalp explode and his whole body went numb.

The man's eyes were calm and indifferent, yet full of intimidating majesty. It felt like someone was walking alone in the woods, and when he turned back suddenly, he found a huge tiger with a dangerous look standing behind him.

The instinctive fear of the strong made her limbs stiff and unable to move.

Wu Zhen lowered her head in panic, and then heard a mellow and magnetic voice: "Wake up, it's time to eat."

The voice was unintentionally majestic, yet so gentle.

The woman seemed a little unhappy about being woken up and hummed in a hazy voice.

"Don't you want to eat anymore?" asked the host.

The woman uttered a soft 'hmm'.

"You guys go out." The host ordered.

The servant replied, "Yes," and walked out with the tray.

Wu Zhen hurried to follow.

The moment the bedroom door closed, she heard the lady say in a soft voice: "I'm sorry, I want to sleep, I'm so sleepy..."

The man did not seem unhappy that his wife did not want to eat the pancakes after going to so much trouble, nor did he seem impatient that his wife could not sleep well. His tone was full of indulgence and doting, "If you don't want to eat, then don't eat. Go to sleep."