The domineering president keeps his little wife captive

Chen Qinglin and his wife came home from work and prepared to change clothes for the evening banquet. "Is Xiaoye not back yet?"

"I sent him a message in the afternoon but he didn't reply. I called him and he said he would go by himself." Chen's mother was busy putting on her makeup and went to the cloakroom to choose a suitable evening dress.

Chen Qinglin put on his shirt and took out a suit jacket from the closet and put it on over his shirt. Chen's mother came over to help him tie his tie. "It's time for this kid to start a family. He just keeps running around and not coming home. What a mess."

Chen Qinglin looked at his wife with tender eyes and pinched his mother's smooth face with a smile.

"Okay, stop nagging me. Didn't I find him a wife? He's still getting more and more unhappy. Let me tell you, this girl from the Meng family is really young and beautiful. She looks just like me back then."

The more Chen's mother talked about it, the more she liked Meng Zimo. She had been thinking about her ever since she met her when she was a child.

Chen Qinglin agreed with a smile, "Really? I'm sure you like me. You're wearing really beautiful clothes today. Okay, shall we go?"

Chen's mother was wearing a Chinese light beige cheongsam, a pair of silver mid-high heels, and a white knitted gauze dress draped over her shoulders.

Her hair is tied up gracefully and she wears a pearl necklace the size of a marble on her neck. Although she is in her forties, she has a well-proportioned figure and is a great beauty with both good looks and wealth.

No wonder Chen Qinglin treats her as his own daughter and loves her dearly.

All those years ago, he cried when Chen's mother gave birth to Chen Yuye. Since then, he never let Chen's mother suffer the pain of pregnancy again. He is also a well-known wife-loving man in the business world.

The reception was held at the Science and Technology Museum in the city center, and the hall here was the venue for Chen Qinglin.

It is divided into three floors, with more than a dozen high-end wine rooms on the second floor, which are convenient for people to stay temporarily if they have drunk too much and cannot go back home.

The third floor is the teahouse, where people drink tea and discuss important matters. The hall on the first floor is the venue for the cocktail party, with more than a dozen tables filled with all kinds of cakes, fruits, and drinks.

The banquet was bustling with nobles dressed in gorgeous clothes and wearing expensive jewelry.

"What does the girl your mom introduced you look like? Come on, tell me."

An Xijie and Chen Yuye stood beside the long table, holding wine glasses and watching the socialites coming and going. He shook the wine glasses to signal Chen Yuye to give some hints.

Chen Yuye glanced coldly at the entire banquet hall. Everyone coming and going was not pleasing to his eyes. "I don't know. I didn't see it."

"Didn't you see that you got the marriage certificate together? You just ignored them!"

I really can't believe that Ahn Hee-jae could turn a blind eye even after getting the marriage certificate.

Chen Yuye looked at An Xijie like he was an idiot, "I went there alone."

An Xijie put down his wine glass with a half-smile, "You are not bad, aren't you? You did the work of two people by yourself. Why don't you want to see what your girlfriend looks like after getting your marriage certificate?"

"Not interested in."

Chen Yuye picked up a wine glass from the table, poured some wine into it, and shook the glass. He was always absent-minded when it came to women.

An Xijie turned his head and put his hand on Chen Yuye's shoulder and whispered, "You are not bad at that, are you?" An Xijie has been with countless women, but he has never seen Chen Yuye touch a woman.

Chen Yuye's eyes suddenly darkened, "If you can't speak, shut up." He shook off the hand on his body in annoyance.

"I think you have to prove it to me. I'm suddenly very worried about you."

An Xijie clicked his lips, looked Chen Yuye up and down, and even looked at certain parts of his body.

"If you keep looking at me like this, I will destroy you."

Chen Yuye glared at An Xijie angrily. Is this all this guy has in his mind?

Just as the two were chatting animatedly, Meng Ruyan, who was in front of them, was staring at Chen Yuye's infuriating face with a fierce look.

"Miss, this is what you wanted."

A man seemed to quietly give Meng Ruyan something

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An Yuhan, who had just walked into the venue, seemed to be looking at something.

Then he saw An Xijie and Chen Yuye there, and An Yuhan walked over quickly.

"elder brother."

An Xijie heard An Yuhan's cry and looked up.

"Here I come. Wow! My sister is so beautiful."

An Xijie really has a sweet mouth, which is why all the girls fall in love with him.

"Don't joke around, this is..."

An Xijie usually doesn't take An Yuhan with him when he goes out, so his friend An Yuhan knows nothing about it. After all, Chen Yuye usually doesn't attend such boring parties.

At this time, Chen Jia and Meng Jia ran into each other when they got off the car at the banquet entrance. "Hey! This is Zi Mo, right? Oh, she is really as beautiful as a flower."

As soon as Chen's mother saw Meng Zimo, she took her hand and touched and looked at her, her eyes full of love for her.

Chen Qinglin's eyes lit up when he looked at the girl in front of him. If she could really be together with his son, it would be a match made in heaven.

"Hello, uncle and aunt."

It was Meng Zimo's first time to come to such a place, so she behaved much more restrainedly and looked very graceful.

Meng Zimo wore a light blue and white dress with feathers on the hem, a white knitted waistcoat, and long wavy hair. Her fair skin was so smooth that it looked like a baby's. She looked like a little angel that was unforgettable.

"Don't praise her so much. This child is very difficult to manage." Meng's mother started chatting about family matters to Chen's mother.

Meng Zimo wanted to go in and meet An Yuhan, "Aunt, uncle, mom, dad, I'm going in first, you guys can chat first."

"go Go!"

Meng's mother smiled and said to her daughter that after all it was her first time, it was okay to let her go in and get familiar with the place.

Meng Zimo walked into the banquet hall. The lights had switched to light yellow and there was a scene of people dancing in the middle of the hall.

"Zi Mo, come quickly."

In the noisy crowd, An Yuhan ran over and pulled Meng Zimo towards his brother.

"Hello, sir, would you like a glass of whiskey?"

The lady next to him walked up to Chen Yuye with two glasses of wine and said.

When An Xijie saw it, he took the glass of whiskey casually. Chen Yuye also held it calmly, as if he had no intention of drinking it.

"Hmm~ It tastes good, try it."

An Xijie took a sip and saw that Chen Yuye didn't seem to want to drink it, so he urged

He looked at the liquid in the glass again, but couldn't seem to figure out anything under the pale yellow light.

An Yuhan was pulling Meng Zimo towards this side.

"This is my brother, and that's my brother's friend."

Amid the noisy crowd, Meng Zimo only heard roughly what was said, and she nodded to An Xijie.

An Xijie's attention was directly drawn to Meng Zimo. He then patted his clothes and stood up straight. It was the first time for him to see a new face after attending so many cocktail parties, and she was a girl with delicate features and fair skin.

"Who is this?" An Xijie couldn't wait to meet Meng Zimo.

Chen Yuye glanced at Meng Zimo, and it seemed that just this one glance satisfied his fantasy of an innocent, very pure girl.

"Don't say anything else. This is my good friend." An Yuhan rolled his eyes and didn't want to pay attention to his brother.

But Chen Yuye was so handsome that he was impeccable, and even An Yuhan felt excited when she saw him.

"We didn't know you had such a beautiful friend."

An Xijie approached An Yuhan and whispered, then he put his arm around An Yuhan's shoulder with a smile and pulled her into the crowd, seeming to be saying something.

"Hello." Seeing them walk away, leaving them in an awkward standoff, Meng Zimo greeted them. After all, An Yuhan had just said that this was her brother.

Chen Yuye looked at Meng Zimo coldly, nodded, and drank the glass of wine in his hand.

As the wine flowed down, Chen Yuye could clearly feel a slight itching in his throat.

The atmosphere in the whole venue was very lively and enthusiastic. Just standing there, there were several men holding glasses of wine to toast Meng Zimo.

After the toast, they all left obediently. Although Meng Zimo didn't know why, she quite liked the way people left after drinking. It also saved her the trouble of refusing those unnecessary solicitations.

At this time, Chen's father and mother and the Meng couple had also entered the venue and were chatting enthusiastically with familiar friends.

Chen Yuye looked at Meng Zimo standing next to him, with a slender snow-white neck and a mouth that was particularly charming every time it opened and closed.

"Ah——" Suddenly all the lights in the venue dimmed, and many girls screamed in surprise. The whole place suddenly became boiling.

Chen Yuye held Meng Zimo in the dark, and unknown factors in his body prompted his thoughts.

From Meng Zimo's position just now, he directly picked her up horizontally and went up to the second floor in three or two steps. Meng Zimo felt her body was suddenly suspended in the air and being held by someone in the darkness, so she twisted and struggled desperately.

Chen Yuye could feel the impact of her twisting body on him. He suppressed the discomfort in his body and said through his teeth, "Don't move."

When the security guard heard the noise, he immediately checked the electrical box and found that there was a circuit breaker. He then notified the venue, and the lively scene immediately returned to normal.

When the lights came on, the two were still standing against the wall beside the stairs, in a wall-dong position. People in the venue couldn't see this position. Meng Zimo looked at this person whom she had just met once in confusion.

"what you do."

Meng Zimo pounded on Chen Yuye's chest, scratched and hit him, and Chen Yuye's skin felt a little hot when she touched it.

"do not move."

Pressing Meng Zimo against the door, Chen Yuye pulled at his tie, as if there was a ferocious beast in his body ready to pounce.