The domineering president keeps his little wife captive

On an autumn morning on campus, thick water droplets accumulated on the grass. The sunlight shone through the clouds, casting a golden glow that refracted on the grass, and wisps of thin smoke floated up.

There were more and more footsteps in the corridor of the classroom. Meng Zimo was sitting by the window.

At around eight o'clock, sunlight poured into the classroom, shining on her body, making her look as if she were coated with gold.

She has long black hair hanging down her back, slightly curled bangs on both sides of her forehead, a high nose and slightly curled eyelashes. This is the lethality of Bai Yueguang.

It seems to have become a habit for the boys passing by to push and shove each other to look at her.

Perhaps this is the first love that everyone has in their hearts! Just standing there and watching is enough.

Meng Zimo is a workaholic when it comes to studying, which is totally inconsistent with her appearance. Her appearance is stunning, but she is quiet like a good girl.

An Xijie had made an appointment with Chenyu to visit the old house at night. This was where he grew up. It has been closed for decades. When the old man was still alive, he would come here to visit during the holidays.

The grass is now as tall as a person, and the corners of the door threshold are covered with spider webs. It is a huge yard.

Walking out of the yard is a wide and narrow alley.

They are all renovated suites, the small streets and main streets are all shops, and there is a shopping mall dozens of meters away.

If the store opens, I won’t worry about the flow of people.

"This is it."

"You have a good position, and it occupies a large enough area."

Chen Yuye was very satisfied after seeing it. After looking around, he decided to buy it.

"Need I say that? No one's living there right now, yet people are still calling to ask if they want to rent it."

An Xijie couldn't believe that there were still people who wanted to rent this place even though it was so dilapidated.

You can imagine how many people work in this commercial area.

"Come on, kid! I'll treat you to dinner."

"Brother, it's not time for dinner yet."

An Xijie followed behind Chen Yuye. It was only a little after eight in the morning, and he actually offered to treat them to a meal.

What would you like for breakfast?

"If you don't want to eat it, forget it. I'll go back to the company and deal with it."

Chen Yuye decided to go back to the company to simulate the contract first.

When the time comes, I will ask Ahn Hee-jae's father to take charge.

"Okay, go ahead!"

An Xijie said that I, Chen Yuye, turned around and looked at him coldly.

"Don't look at me like that. My girlfriend has asked me out, I can't stand her up!"

An Xijie excitedly walked to his car, opened the door, joked, and drove away.

No wonder he looked absent-minded just now, it turns out he had an appointment.

As soon as Chen Yuye got off the elevator after returning to the company, the front desk reported the situation to him.

"What's going on?" Chen Yuye looked at a group of people who were still whispering during working hours, as if they were gossiping about something. Chen Yuye frowned after seeing this.

"It's like this, President Chen. Miss Meng came this morning and clamored to see you, President Chen."

"Didn't you send her away?"

"She spoke without reservation. We couldn't do anything to her. We waited for you for a long time before leaving."

"Next time she comes, just call security."

"Okay, Mr. Chen."

After Chen Yuye finished his instructions, he returned to the office and handed over today's work to Meng Zhezhong.

"Hello! Hello, President Chen."

Meng Zhezhong on the phone didn't know what happened? He thought Chen Yuye came for his foundation and was excited.

"Boss Meng, your daughter has repeatedly come to my company to cause trouble. I will not pursue the matter for your sake. Tell her not to come again next time."

"Ah! Mr. Chen, calm down. My daughter is immature. I hope you can forgive me."

"Well, let's cancel the contract! As your daughter said, we don't have enough funds to cooperate with you."

Chen Yuye said this expressionlessly and hung up the phone, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window looking into the distance.

Mengjia Gold Shop.

Meng Zhezhong suppressed his anger, got out of the car slowly and walked into the gold shop. The shop assistants greeted him one after another, but he ignored them.

I walked to the counter and saw Meng Ruyan playing with her cell phone with her legs crossed.

"Dad, why are you here?" Meng Ruyan was so engrossed in her phone that she didn't notice Meng Zhezhong coming in.

"Pa--" A heavy slap landed on Meng Ruyan's fair face, causing a burning pain.

Meng Ruyan felt a little dizzy from the slap in the face, and looked at the furious Meng Zhezhong in disbelief.

"You are such a bastard who ruined my good deeds. How could I have given birth to such a money-loser like you?"

Meng Zhezhong pointed at Meng Ruyan and cursed her, lacking his usual dignity.

Everyone in the store was stunned, "What's wrong with me? What are you doing?" Meng Ruyan was crying and screaming hysterically.

"Are you asking me what's wrong? I shouldn't have let you get involved."

"Oh, you hit me for this."

"You still dare to laugh. Do you know what you have lost? Chen Yuye has already refused to cooperate with me again. What did you do? You are a money-loser. I really won't kill you today."

Meng Zhezhong raised his right hand and slapped Meng Ruyan suddenly, knocking her down on the counter.

"Ah? What are you doing? Stop fighting."

Meng's mother and Meng Hao just happened to come over and saw Meng Zhezhong taking action.

Meng's mother was so scared that she ran in and felt heartbroken when she saw Meng Ruyan being beaten.

"Are you okay? Yan'er."

Meng's mother shed tears for her own powerlessness.

Meng Ruyan didn't buy her trick at all. She held her face, her cheeks burning with pain, and blood was flowing from the corners of her mouth.

"Why did you hit her? Are you crazy?"

Meng's mother confronted Meng Zhezhong with neither arrogance nor humility.

Meng Zhezhong didn't even want to look at them? He just waved his hand and left in the car.

"What did you do, sister, to make father so angry?"

Meng Hao sat in front of the counter and asked casually.

Meng Ruyan just glared at him fiercely and clenched her fists with gritted teeth.

Just wait! If I, Meng Ruyan, marry a rich man someday, you will all have to apologize to me.

In recent days, the relationship between An Yuhan and Lin Cheng seems to have suddenly heated up. Every time he sees An Yuhan leaving the dormitory in high spirits, she always comes back in the middle of the night.

Meng Zimo is now alone, walking in the noisy corridor, watching a group of people rehearsing in your dance studio.

Their graceful figures danced in the mirror, and Meng Zimo was actually a little fascinated by them.

"You must be Meng Zimo from the Finance Department!"

A clear female voice came from beside Meng Zimo.

Meng Zimo retracted her gaze and turned to look at her.

She also looked at her with joy.

She was wearing a tight dance costume and had her hair tied in a bun, which made her look dimple-like when she smiled.

It is a standard single eyelid with very black eyelashes, like eyeliner, giving people a very refreshing feeling.

"Do you know me?" Meng Zimo stood opposite her, holding a book.

"Of course. You looked like a fairy at the performance that day. Did you change your hair color?"

Fan Wenjuan looked Meng Zimo up and down and her beauty became clearer. Her hair color didn’t seem to be like this before, but she had never seen her before. It was the first time she saw her on the stage.

Because she sang the song Fairy Tale, which was her favorite.

"Well, it's been a few days."

Meng Zimo subconsciously touched her black hair.

"Would you like to learn dancing? It can improve your body's flexibility and help you get rid of your hunchback."

Fan Wenjuan invited Meng Zimo with a smile. She was not sure so she just gave it a try.

This dance interest class mainly teaches them how to improve their body shape and some simple body movements.

Yoga is taught every Tuesday, but not many people sign up. After all, some people in college have to work outside to earn some tuition.

"I'm not very good at it." Meng Zimo has been under a lot of pressure from studying recently, and she is almost breathless.

My neck is bent due to fatigue, so now I feel like I am about to hunch over.

"I'll teach you! You can come here and practice every day. I guarantee that your manners will be even more charming than they are now."

Fan Wenjuan happily pulled Meng Zimo, hoping that she could come to her class. She would be happy even if she just sat there and watched her.

In her heart, Meng Zimo is like her idol, making her full of energy.

Fan Wenjuan studied education in high school, and now she teaches others to practice at school during her spare time every day.

Occasionally she would earn some extra money. Meng Zimo was a girl she liked very much. She fell in love with her at first sight during the performance.

I feel that she has grown up with her aesthetic taste, which almost makes her dizzy. She is so graceful and elegant, just like those weak and fragile girls on TV, just like water.

Fan Wenjuan has a carefree personality and a very good attitude.

"This, isn't good!" Meng Zimo smiled slightly embarrassedly.

But Fan Wenjuan held her hand tightly, "Come in and take a look! Today we are practicing simple movements."

"OK then!"

Unable to resist Fan Wenjuan's pull, Meng Zimo took off her shoes and went into the dance studio with her.

One afternoon, Meng Zimo was sent by Fan Wenjuan. She had been feeling sore in her neck recently, and Fan Wenjuan cured her pain in one afternoon. She felt it was miraculous.

"Then I'll go home? Bye."

I separated from Fan Wenjuan downstairs in the dormitory building. She lived in the front building and Meng Zimo lived in the back.

"Walk with your chest and head held high!"

Fan Wenjuan shouted to Meng Zimo with a smile.

Meng Zimo immediately walked with her chest out and her head held high, and she felt as if she was eight feet tall.

As Meng Zimo just sat down in the dormitory, An Yuhan came back.

"It's so early today!"

Meng Zimo drank some water and turned to look at An Yuhan who walked in.

Her face was pale and her eyes were lifeless, and she staggered into the dormitory in a daze.

I walked to my desk and chair and put my bag down, my eyes still empty as if I had lost my soul.

Meng Zimo was stunned, and her eyes followed her all the time.

"what happened to you?"

An Yuhan sat there in a daze, not saying anything, leaving Meng Zimo confused.

"What's wrong with you? Are you possessed?"

Meng Zimo's face was full of question marks, and An Yuhan didn't say anything.

Meng Zimo took out her cell phone and looked at An Yuhan again.

'what happens?'

Meng Zimo sent a message to Wang Jie, but she didn’t send it to Lin Cheng. Now that they are boyfriend and girlfriend, it would not be appropriate for her to send it.

Wang Jie quickly gave the answer.

Meng Zimo was dumbfounded when she saw this. What was going on?

Before Meng Zimo replied, she heard An Yuhan sobbing, with a nasal sound and tears all over her face.

"Okay, okay, the next one will be better."

Meng Zimo hurriedly walked over and hugged An Yuhan, stroking her head twice. An Yuhan was already in tears at this time.

"Why did he do that?"

An Yuhan's voice was filled with grief and grievance.

"You guys went out so many times, didn't you notice?"

Meng Zimo scolded angrily, saying that he was simply blind.

"I just feel like he doesn't care about me... I try my best to be nice to him... to please him... wuwuwu, but..."

But she never expected that Lin Cheng would be dating someone else and go out on a date with her. Now when she thinks about it, she feels like a clown.

I kept looking for the reasons in myself, but it turned out that he just didn't love me.

"Okay, okay, I get it. Don't cry anymore. It's not worth it for him."

Meng Zimo said sadly that no matter how much she said at this moment, it would be of no use. Things had already happened, and withdrawing in time would be a relief.

"Mo'er, am I really that bad?"

"How could that be? You are so good, he doesn't deserve you."

"I am not worthy of him. I am a clown."

"Okay Han, Lin Cheng probably didn't mean it at all. It's not worth it for you to feel sad for him. If you stop the loss now, even God won't be able to bear it."

Meng Zimo was patting her back. She was still choking with sobs and her words were trembling. Perhaps she was sad because Lin Cheng clearly didn't like her but still gave her hope, and then ignored her after giving her hope.

Make her feel that it is all caused by her shortcomings.

Meng Zimo would never dare to imagine that Lin Cheng was such a person.

Meng Zimo ordered takeout. On his way back from getting the takeout, he saw Lin Cheng and a girl. The sky was beginning to get light.

They kissed in the same tree-lined path she had walked before, the two of them intertwined in ecstasy.

Lin Cheng's flat head can be recognized at a glance, and the scene at this moment is particularly glaring.

An Yuhan was still sobbing upstairs. She finally stopped sobbing until her voice became hoarse.

This man is actually being so sweet and affectionate here. Are men so impatient?

It must be a good thing the cold weather hasn't come yet, otherwise I would have gone crazy seeing this scene.

Meng Zimo shook her head and walked forward.

The autumn wind brings a chill that can wake a person's mind in an instant.

"Eat something!"

Meng Zimo returned to the dormitory. She ordered two takeouts and placed them on An Yuhan's desk.

An Yuhan's eyes were red and swollen from crying.

Like the eyes of a goldfish, he looked at Meng Zimo and couldn't help laughing. An Yuhan's voice was as low as the scream of a slaughtered cow.

It sounds ugly but also funny and pitiful.

"dare you laugh."

She felt like she was losing her voice.

"Okay, okay, let's eat! Eat and then take a nap."

Meng Zimo urged her to get up and not to be discouraged any longer.

"Ah."

As night falls, Chen Yuye's ambiguous text messages come from time to time. Meng Zimo will smile sweetly unconsciously when looking at the phone.

Chen Yuye is as clingy as any other girl.

"I miss you. When can I see you?"

Chen Yuye was sitting in the office, his stern face now covered with sweetness, replaced by a screen full of love.

"When did our CEO of Chenda become so clingy?"

"Isn't it that you are unhappy when I am not around?"

“I never get tired of seeing it every day!”

"How can I get tired of seeing my wife? Don't forget that we are a legal couple."

"I don't admit it. Besides, I didn't go there."

Meng Zimo read Chen Yuye's message and thought to herself that since I didn't go to get the marriage certificate, she wouldn't know anything.

"No, no, we have to get married, otherwise I'm afraid you'll be kidnapped." Chen Yuye smiled and typed quickly to tease Meng Zimo.

"Okay, I won't joke with you anymore. Have you eaten?" Meng Zimo felt a little scared when she saw the word "wedding". She was afraid that if she continued talking, Chen Yuye would come to propose to her tomorrow.

She already knew Chen Yuye's habits very well.

"Well, are you hungry tonight? I'll give you some midnight snack."

Chen Yuye raised the corners of his mouth happily.

He takes everything concerning Meng Zimo to heart.

"No need. We're getting ready for bed. Haven't you gone home yet?" Meng Zimo looked up at An Yuhan who was sleeping, and after typing, she slowly climbed onto the bed.

There are two separate beds in the girls' dormitory. Two Simmons mattresses, each 1.8 meters long, are placed on both sides, right closest to the balcony.

On the left and right sides of the door are their wardrobes and desks, and the dormitory has a lot of space.

“Ready to go back.”

"Be careful on the road! Good night."

Meng Zimo closed her eyes after sending the message.

“Good night! Sweet dreams.”

Just as Meng Zimo was about to lie down, she saw a light coming from An Yuhan's direction.

"Aren't you asleep yet?"

Meng Zimo broke the silence and spoke to An Yuhan.

An Yuhan's back was obviously stunned.

"Don't be sad. I'll go out with you tomorrow, okay?"

When Meng Zimo saw that she didn't answer, she knew that she must be crying silently, and was afraid that making any sound would make her worry.

"It's okay. My mom will pick me up tomorrow morning and I'll go home for a few days."

An Yuhan turned to Meng Zimo and said with a sobbing nasal voice.

"Okay, it's good to go home. Auntie can stay with you."

"Will you be lonely?"

"How could that be? Go to sleep! Don't feel bad."

"Ah."