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

Jing Zechuan came back around 6:30 in the evening.

He took the elevator to the presidential suite on the top floor. The chief butler and several waiters who served his room stood neatly outside the door and greeted him: "Mr. Jing, welcome home."

Jing Zechuan nodded indifferently, the housekeeper opened the door for him, and he stepped into the room with slightly anxious steps.

Passing through the spacious and magnificent entrance hall, Jing Zechuan saw the red candles and flowers on the dining table in the living room, and a smile appeared on his face.

Rong Jingyue had already told him on the phone, and even though he knew it in advance, he still felt happy in his heart.

He has liked Rong Huaqiao for more than ten years. If it weren't for the extra help of Song Ziqian, he and Rong Huaqiao should have gotten married as soon as they graduated from college.

Fortunately, it’s not too late to get back on track.

"Qiaoqiao?" Jing Zechuan took off his coat, put it on the back of the chair beside the dining table, and shouted to the empty room.

But no one responded.

He was not in a hurry, thinking that Rong Huaqiao was deliberately hiding for him to find. After they were together, she would occasionally do these little girl things, and he was happy to cooperate.

He scanned the room and headed straight for the master bedroom.

There was no one in the master bedroom, but there were signs of a shower in the bathroom, and a faint scent of shower gel was floating in the air.

Jing Zechuan took a deep breath, smiled, and went to the second bedroom. This room was where Rong Jingyue lived, and he knew that Rong Jingyue would not be back tonight.

I searched the second bedroom inside and out, but there was no one there.

He went to the reception room and the entertainment and leisure room again, but didn't find anyone.

Jing Zechuan's gaze finally stopped on the tightly closed study door. He smiled helplessly and walked over to hold the door handle.

Twist lightly.

As soon as the heavy door panel was pushed open a tiny gap, two miserable screams leaked out from inside.

One of them was one he had heard a few years ago.

One is from Rong Huaqiao.

The smile on Jing Zechuan's face disappeared in an instant. He pushed the door open violently, and the door hit the wall with a bang.

When he saw what was going on inside, his pupils constricted.

"Qiaoqiao!"

The computer chair flipped over, and Rong Huaqiao curled up on the ground, holding his head with both hands, screaming in pain.

The computer speakers were blaring: "I hired you to kill Song Ziqian. Who told you to touch Qiaoqiao?"

When Rong Huaqiao was kidnapped and assaulted, Jing Zechuan flew abroad personally to deal with the matter. After he came back, he told Rong Huaqiao that all the people who had bullied her were dead.

He really just wanted to kill Song Ziqian, but he didn't expect the kidnappers would covet Rong Huaqiao's beauty and abduct her as well.

This incident was a pain in his heart and he had been trying to make up for it over the years, so no matter what Rong Huaqiao asked of him, he would not refuse.

Even if it meant that he would offend the richest man in Haicheng and hurt an innocent pregnant woman who was about to give birth.

He held Rong Huaqiao carefully in his hands, wanting to give her the best in the world, and he also carefully kept the secret of the past, fearing that she would know the truth.

What happened back then was like a bomb of terrifying power, and the fuse was Rong Huaqiao. Once Rong Huaqiao knew the truth, both of them would be blown to pieces.

Jing Zechuan hurriedly tried to turn off the audio, but he couldn't.

The twenty-plus seconds of audio played in an endless loop, like a death curse from hell.

Jing Zechuan's eyes were red. He grabbed the connecting cable on the computer host and pulled it off. The connecting cable of the speaker was cut off and the sound disappeared immediately.

The screams from the speakers disappeared, and Rong Huaqiao's voice became even more shrill.

“Qiaoqiao!” Jing Zechuan lifted her upper body and held her tightly in his arms. “I’m sorry, it’s my fault. It’s all my fault. Calm down, Qiaoqiao, be good, calm down.”

Rong Huaqiao pushed him away forcefully, "Don't touch me!"

She was not very strong, and Jing Zechuan did not dare to confront her forcefully, so he let go of her hand.

"It was you who killed Zi Qian and caused me to be insulted!" Rong Huaqiao's face was covered with tears as she struggled to stand up.

"Qiaoqiao..." Jing Zechuan stretched out his hands, wanting to hug her and support her, but he didn't dare.

"I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't know they would do that to you. I... I'm sorry, Qiao Qiao, I'm sorry. You can't get excited. Calm down first."

Rong Huaqiao looked at Jing Zechuan with disappointment and despair, "I thought you were my salvation, but it turns out that everything I've suffered was caused by you."

"Why are you doing this?" she screamed. "Why?"

Seeing her like this, Jing Zechuan felt a surge of pain in his heart, "I was wrong, Qiaoqiao, I was wrong. You can punish me however you want, but calm down first and think about our child. You will scare it by doing this."

child?

Rong Huaqiao suddenly calmed down, looked down and saw her bulging belly.

After a long while, she looked up and slowly smiled at Jing Zechuan, "Congratulations, you finally got what you wanted."

"Qiao Qiao?" Jing Zechuan felt that she was not in a good state and his nerves became tense.

The next second, under his horrified gaze, Rong Huaqiao turned around and hit the desk with her belly.

"Qiao Qiao!" Jing Zechuan's eyes were bloodshot.

Rong Huaqiao fell into his arms, and in the severe abdominal pain, two lines of tears slowly slid down from the corners of her eyes. She said calmly: "Jing Zechuan, from now on, I never want to see you again."

……

Rong Jingyue was having fun with her friends on the dance floor of the bar. When she got tired, she returned to the private room and picked up her phone to check the time, only to find dozens of missed calls from the general manager.

She picked up the wine glass and drank while answering the phone. When she heard what the housekeeper said, she threw the wine glass away and ran out of the box.

Thirty minutes later.

"What did you do? Why did my sister come to the hospital for no reason?" Outside the operating room, Rong Jingyue looked anxious.

Regardless of the fact that the housekeeper was still beside her, she unhappily questioned Jing Zechuan: "Did you lose control and really torture her?"

"My sister is about to give birth, do you have any sense of responsibility?"

What she said before about letting Rong Huaqiao and Jing Zechuan do whatever they want was just a joke.

Jing Zechuan lowered his head and said nothing.

When Rong Jingyue saw him like this, she thought that it was really him who made Rong Huaqiao like this, and glared at him angrily.

At this time, the door of the operating room opened, and the nurse came out and handed Jing Zechuan a critical illness notice: "The mother's uterus ruptured and there was heavy bleeding, and the abdominal cavity was infected. The situation is very bad. Please sign it quickly."

Jing Zechuan's body shook, and he felt his soul torn into pieces at this moment.

……

In the middle of the night, Si Tong was sleeping soundly when he received a disturbing call from Zhang Mengling.

She was awakened by the ringing of her cell phone. She turned over in Yu Hanshen's arms and her cell phone was handed to her ear.

Si Tong didn't reach for the phone, and just took the call from Yu Hanshen's hand: "What's the matter?"

Her voice was hazy.

"For some reason, Rong Huaqiao's uterus suddenly ruptured and she suffered heavy bleeding. She is currently in the hospital for emergency treatment." Zhang Mengling's voice was high, but she did not gloat over other people's misfortune. Instead, she sighed.

"I saw her at the World Trade Center this afternoon. She was very high-spirited." Zhang Mengling said, clicking her tongue. "The world is so unpredictable."

After hearing this, Si Tong's sleepiness suddenly disappeared.