Being urged to get married, she got married with the heir of a wealthy family in seconds

Fu Sichen was still sitting on the sofa, looking down at his phone, processing something.

Yan Luoman was thinking, if she had a book here, he would probably have found a comfortable position to read it by now.

No wonder he likes reading so much, it turns out he is Fu Sichen.

Yan Luoman was puzzled. How could a man with such a flamboyant personality be so calm? It turned out that he was not Fu Sinian.

Yan Luoman took her pajamas and went to the bathroom.

When he came out, he was in a similar state to Fu Zining, shivering, and quickly crawled into the quilt.

The sofa was originally very short, and Fu Sichen took up a large space on it. Yan Luoman couldn't even straighten her legs, so she had to curl up to turn on the oven.

She lost her balance and almost fell off the sofa.

Fu Sichen calmly grabbed her legs and pulled them into his arms. Yan Luoman was out of danger, stopped moving, and retreated back to the sofa safely.

At this moment, her ankle was still in Fu Sichen's hand.

She said nothing, shrank back, and withdrew her feet in silent embarrassment, tucking them back into the quilt.

Fu Sichen also said nothing and continued typing with his head down.

Yan Luoman curled up in an uncomfortable posture and couldn't fall asleep.

It felt like time was passing so slowly. It was as if Fu Sichen had endless official business to deal with. It was also as if she didn't understand what she was saying. She just sat there motionless. Couldn't you see that she was sleeping?

An unknown amount of time had passed before Yan Luoman finally fell asleep. She only felt a figure turning on the stove for her, and then she sat back on the sofa. The next moment, her cold feet were wrapped in warmth. She unconsciously raised the corners of her lips, and the smile on her face was one of satisfaction and enjoyment.

After her feet were warmed, she fell into a deeper sleep and didn't know when Fu Sichen returned to the room.

The next day she was woken up early by the alarm clock.

It's been a cold spring these days, and when I woke up in the morning it felt colder than winter.

She opened her heavy eyelids and saw Fu Zining wrapped in her down jacket, reading something quietly by the window.

He is really someone else’s child!

She got up with difficulty, quickly washed, put on makeup, went back to her room to get clothes and went to the bathroom to change.

After finishing the cleanup, Yan Luoman pushed open the bedroom door again. Fu Sichen was awake at this moment, but he did not get up. He leaned against the head of the bed wrapped in a quilt, as if he was in a daze, as if he was also too cold to get up.

She asked, "Are you free today?"

Fu Sichen responded sleepily, "Yeah."

"Then you are responsible for looking after Fu Zining. I should be done by noon. If you don't want to cook, just order takeout and I'll transfer it to you..."

Yan Luoman's voice suddenly stopped, forgetting that Fu Sichen was a big boss. She paused and said, "After all, he is your nephew, don't let him starve. I'm leaving now!"

After she finished speaking, she closed the door behind him and hurried out.

Fu Zining looked at the closed door and felt uneasy.

How could she let him and Fu Sichen be alone together?

After a while, Fu Sichen came out after changing his clothes and washing up. He sat down on the sofa and checked the message Fang Yu sent him.

"After the news spread, Aunt Jiang Ling returned to the Jiang family's old house, but Jiang Ling and Ling Xiancheng's honeymoon was not canceled, and there was no news of a shareholders' meeting."

This morning, the front page headline of City A was: "The Jiang family's son-in-law is not willing to be lonely, and actually has six mistresses!"

The accompanying pictures are all photos of Jiang Ling’s young uncle with young and beautiful women in various private occasions as well as daily life photos.

This is not just a playful relationship, it will definitely anger Aunt Jiang Ling, who has always been straightforward.

But now everything is back to normal in the Jiang family. The Jiang family has probably convinced Jiang Ling's aunt and plans to hold a press conference to announce that this is just a rumor, otherwise Jiang Ling's uncle's position as general manager will be in jeopardy.

Once there are forced major personnel changes, it will be even more difficult for Jiang to win this year's projects.

Fu Sichen naturally knew that this news would not bring down the Jiang family. He was about to reply, but he shivered unconsciously. This house was really cold.

He took Yan Luoman's down jacket and put it on, then bent over to turn on the small oven.

Fu Zining stared at Fu Sichen blankly, as if at this moment, the image of Fu Sichen in his mind collapsed. Fu Sichen was also afraid of the cold? He was no different from an ordinary person!

Fu Sichen didn't see Fu Zining's look and replied, "Don't worry about it for now. Keep the paternity test."

"Yes."

Fu Sichen put his phone down, put his hands close to the oven, and fell into deep thought.

He had not wanted to use this kind of gossip against the Jiang family, but Jiang Ling used that method against her just to test whether the White Bird Club was Fu Sichen's sphere of influence.

Then he will give him a light punishment and a severe warning.

As for Ling Xiancheng, Fu Sichen released this news just for Ling Xiancheng to see. Fu Sichen really has no ability now, so he can only do such small tricks to retaliate.

But once the paternity test report is leaked, Jiang's will definitely change the general manager, and they will forget about the project this year. Fu Sichen left them a glimmer of hope, otherwise they will do something desperate.

Fu Zining was frightened by Fu Sichen's coldness and shrank back without saying a word.

Fu Sichen then realized that there was another person in the room and looked up at him.

Fu Zining was so frightened that his whole body froze. He even forgot to run away and dared not move.

"What is the purpose of your father sending you here?" Fu Sichen asked.

Fu Zining couldn't stop trembling, his eyes full of fear, but he didn't dare to answer.

Fu Sichen knew that he couldn't get anything out of him, so he leaned back on the sofa, looking at Fu Zining quietly, tapping his fingertips lightly on the armrest of the sofa.

He looked like he was considering where this person was going.

Fu Zining felt cold all over, and he felt as if he was about to be thrown into hell by Fu Sichen in the next moment. It was even more terrifying than facing Fu Sinian.

After a long time, Fu Sichen stopped tapping his fingertips and stood up.

Fu Zining's legs went weak and he lost his balance, falling to the ground.

Fu Sichen approached him, slowly squatted in front of him, and held out his palm to him: "Cellphone."

Fu Zining's face was tense, and he tried to remain calm: "I don't have his contact information."

Fu Sichen didn't want to waste any more time talking. He took out the cell phone from his pocket, confiscated it, and stood up.

Before Fu Zining could completely breathe a sigh of relief, he was frightened by Fu Sichen's words and forgot to breathe.

Fu Sichen made a phone call: "Come up and take Fu Zining away."

Fu Zining was shocked for a moment, then asked anxiously, "Where are you sending me?"

Fu Sichen: "Since you are your father's most outstanding son, he certainly doesn't want to see you frozen to death, right?"

His voice was colder than the winter.

Fu Zining couldn't believe that the popular Fu Sichen could be such a demon, "You can't do this to me!"

There was a knock on the door, and Fu Sichen stretched out his long legs to open it.

Fu Zining hugged his thighs reflexively and bit his strong muscles hard.

Fu Sichen remained unmoved, as if his harm had no effect on him.

The door opened, Fang Yu appeared at the door, and easily picked up Fu Zining.

Fu Zining realized that Fu Sichen was serious. He struggled desperately: "You are really a devil! I hate you! I hate you!"

Fu Sichen raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "The hatred of young and incompetent people is the least valuable."