Flash marriage to a wealthy family, the abstinent president proves love every night

The rusty iron gate of the prison closed heavily behind him.

Cong Rong walked to the end of the road with her head down, turned left, and got into a taxi.

She clenched the small note in her hand and whispered the address to the driver.

The car arrived at the bay after dark, an abandoned lighthouse.

Slowly raising her hand and pushing open the severely corroded iron door, a smell of the sea mixed with the smell of iron rust poured into her nostrils.

A cold voice came from a dark corner, and Cong Rong could not stop trembling.

"Aren't you afraid of doing business with dead people?"

The man with the upper body naked got up and approached, the hot air of his breath hit her ears, and her fine hair stood on end instantly.

Cong Rong resisted the urge to run away and spoke slowly,

"Actually... people are scarier than ghosts!"

Her life had been stolen and she had nothing to lose.

The slender arms climbed around the man's neck, and she closed her eyes resignedly.

Dad is still waiting for her money to save her life, she has no choice!

"Well……"

Shame swept over his body, and he broke in forcefully under the thin cotton skirt.

She was forced to open up and have no more privacy.

The man's overbearing and plundering undulate with the waves beating on the beach.

She has no ability to resist in this strength.

The man fiddled and vented recklessly, Cong Rong finally couldn't bear it and fell asleep...

A few hours later, she was awakened by the sound of hurried footsteps.

She hid behind the door and watched the flashlights intersect densely on the beach.

Suddenly, several crisp gunshots pierced the silent night.

The man's resolute back disappeared into the night together with the lights.

Slender five fingers tightly covered her mouth, and Cong Rong's eyes were full of horror.

That man... is really dead...

Enduring the pain in her lower body, she replaced the broken cloth strips, and ran towards the city in the dark.

At one o'clock in the middle of the night, she finally arrived at Rong's villa.

After ringing the doorbell for a long time, the door finally opened a gap.

A brown paper bag was thrown out, and scattered banknotes and coins were scattered along the steps.

"Come here in the middle of the night to cry, take the money and get out!" There was an angry voice of disgust from the crack of the door.

"No... no, we agreed on 20"

"This amount of money is not enough!"

Cong Rong hugged the kraft paper bag and knelt on the ground to pick up money, which added up to 1000 yuan at most.

"I took so many sins on your behalf...

Her four years of youth were spent in the detention center.

This time she even sold her body.

Thinking of the humiliation in the past, she stood up with tears in her eyes.

"Bang!"

The door closed ruthlessly before she approached, and the person inside threw out a sentence,

"Your dad is dead"

"The money is enough to pile up a grave in the wild as funeral expenses!"

Cong Rong was stunned for a moment, and was about to knock on the door and stopped in mid-air.

"Impossible, my dad is just in a coma and he won't die!"

"He was fine before I went in!" she screamed, banging on the door.

Not caring about picking up money, she rushed all the way to the Baikang Nursing Home...

The whole night's running around had already made her exhausted, and she finally fainted at the gate of the nursing home because of grief.

Three days later, Rong's villa.

Guests come and go, and luxury cars are parked at the door.

Behind the bushes, Cong Rong was wearing a baseball cap, and the knife in the cuff of the sweater inadvertently shone coldly.

While the housekeeper was greeting the guests, she mixed into the crowd and walked into the villa together.

Clutching the utility knife in her cuff, her throat choked up, the dean's words were still in her ears,

"The situation was urgent. We contacted your uncle, but he refused to sign on the artificial heart-lung machine... Alas, you seem to have evaporated from the world. We couldn't find you..."

"This is your father's ashes, please remember it!"

On the way to the sanitarium that night she was still dreaming a little.

Until holding the cold urn in her hand, her luck shattered to the ground.

Dad is really dead!

It was Rong Hua's family who put her in prison and refused to save her father.

She is still in prison for them like a fool!

Her thoughts were pulled back, two lines of tears slipped by, her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and her eyes were horrifying.

She wants them to die!

At this time, by the porch, a girl in a black Chanel tunic dress was welcoming the guests.

Her long chestnut brown hair was coiled up to reveal her slender neck, like a noble and elegant swan.

When her eyes met someone, the smile on her face disappeared instantly.

"Have you taken a shower? What are you doing here with a musty smell on your body!"

Rong Jingxian stood on the steps looking down at the girl and sneered.

"Miss, I'm sorry I didn't pay attention to put in the unclean things!"

The butler trotted over and dragged Cong Rong out as he spoke.

"Uncle Wang, tell everyone to keep an eye on it, don't let anyone take advantage of the chaos!"

Rong Jingxian glanced at the girl who was standing still, and raised her voice meaningfully.

Just as she turned around, a scream rang out.

The people in the villa crowded towards the porch when they heard the sound.

"Why didn't you save my dad the day his accident happened!"

With the utility knife in her hand pressed against Rong Jingxian's fair neck, Cong Rong shouted angrily.

"I'm going to marry the young master of the Jing Group next month,"

The skin was pierced by the sharp edge of the blade, Rong Jingxian gritted her teeth in pain,

"You hurt me, let's see if the Jing family will let you go!"

Jing family?Cong Rong was lost in thought for a moment.

Is he getting married?

Thinking of this, her hand strengthened a little bit more, and her hatred for Rong Hua became stronger.

"Daddy save me"

After drops of blood oozed from her neck, Rong Jingxian panicked completely.

"Cong Rong, calm down!" Rong Hua hurried forward.

"He is my younger brother, how can I not save him on purpose..."

He nervously comforted his angry niece,

"Your father's condition has been stable. I thought it was a scam call..."

"Do you think I will trust the person who lied to me again and again?"

When her family was ruined four years ago, Rong Hua took advantage of the fire and robbed her, and she fell into hell ever since.

Thinking of this, Cong Rong's body couldn't help shaking.

Suddenly, the instep of her instep was trampled hard by the heel, and the sharp and tingling sensation forced her to bow down.

Rong Hua saw the opportunity and kicked over, and she was kicked directly to the edge of the stone pillar.

After a muffled sound.

Cong Rong clutched his side in pain and curled up on the luxurious marble floor.

"If you dare to hurt my daughter, I don't care if you can afford to pay for your cheap life!"

Rong Hua stepped forward and slapped her hard.

"Today is my daughter's birthday, I don't care about you, get out!"

He winked at the housekeeper and carried the girl away.

Early next month will be the engagement ceremony of Jing and Rong. The son-in-law still has affection for this bitch, and there is no benefit in pushing her into a hurry.

Villa gate

The servants threw Cong Rong in the flower bed outside the villa door like throwing garbage.

A necklace flung from her chest into the mud.

Regardless of the pain in her body, she hurriedly crawled over to pick it up. The necklace was made of a small part of her father's ashes, and she gently wiped the mud on it.

At this time, there was a loud cheer and whistle in the house.

She stood up trembling, muddy water mixed with tears dripped down her cheeks onto her scratched arms.

"Father, father... I'm sorry, it's my daughter who is unfilial, and my daughter swears that they will repay them a hundred times in the future!"

Cong Rong murmured and wiped away tears indiscriminately and left.

She had to earn money to buy a cemetery to bury her father's ashes.

After everything settled down, she wanted to collect the evidence that the Rong family framed her and put her in prison, so as to clear her name.

Cong Rong took the bus to the flower planting base on the outskirts of the city.

As far back as I can remember, Cong Rong has followed her mother to participate in many large-scale flower arrangements at home and abroad.

After the college entrance examination, she happily chose the ace major of Linda University to continue her studies.

But later, her family changed, and she went to prison one after another instead of others, and was finally forced to give up her studies.

During those few years in the detention center, Cong Rong kept looking through her mother’s notes when she was studying abroad, and her design practice ability was no worse than that of a professional designer.

Two days later, Limin Street Night Market.

Cong Rong's flower stand was crowded with passers-by on the inside and outside.

Passers-by pulled out their mobile phones to take pictures and check in.

"Boss, bring me the pink and blue bunch in the corner [Monet's Garden]!"

The boy hugged the girl in his arms and said cheerfully.

These bouquets are decorated with flowers of the same color and green plants. The color scheme is both wild and advanced, some are lively and some are elegant.

She used wrapping paper of different colors as the background and the bouquet was as beautiful as a European classical oil painting.

"WeChat received 660 yuan!"

"Wechat received 980 yuan..."

The mobile phone kept ringing the payment reminder, and Cong Rong was busy shuttling among the bouquets. After two hours, dozens of bouquets of flowers were all sold out.

She lowered her head to sort out the remaining materials and hummed her mother's favorite nursery rhyme.

If this continues, we should soon be able to collect 10 yuan to buy a cemetery for Dad.

While she was happy, a tall figure seemed to have stood in front of her for a long time.

"Sir, I'm sorry that today's flowers are sold out, please add me on WeChat to make an appointment!"

Cong Rong skillfully took out the QR code and looked up with a smile.

She met a pair of cold eyes.

"Come with me!"

The man's deep, gloomy voice had an irresistible strength.

Cong Rong instantly felt that the man's voice was very familiar, very similar to the man in the lighthouse who dominated her.

But thinking about it, she saw the man shot dead with her own eyes.

In the next second, she denied her ridiculous idea.

"Where are you going?" Cong Rong asked suspiciously.

"Get a marriage certificate!"

Ji Tingqiu put one hand in his pocket, looked down at his watch with impatience.

"Me? Marry you?"