Chapter 1 Forced Marriage

It was midsummer, and the sun was fierce at noon.

Although the villa area located on the north bank of the Yue River can escape the sun's rays under the cover of dense green, it cannot escape the cicadas in the dense green.

The neat and sharp chirping of cicadas penetrated the wall and penetrated into Song Yu's mind, almost overturning her spiritual cap.

"Ah, ah, stop screaming! It's so annoying!"

Father Song and Mother Song, who were standing at the door of Song Yu's bedroom and were about to knock on the door, heard roars coming from the room. They thought they had been discovered by their daughter and apologized repeatedly: "Okay, okay, I won't say it anymore."

The next second, the bedroom door opened from the inside. Song Yu stood behind the door and touched his nose angrily, "I didn't tell you, but I know."

Father Song breathed a sigh of relief, then remembered the reason why he came here, and said solemnly: "Ayu, my parents have discussed it, and we really shouldn't let you get married at such a young age. I will find a way with the Tan family, if you don't want to Worried."

I thought these words would comfort my daughter, but she didn't expect her expression to become even more depressed after hearing this.

Song Yu was about to cry but had no tears. If she could really think of a way, she wouldn't be so annoyed!

As a "promising young man" from a prestigious university, she never imagined that she would be proposed to marry just after she passed the legal marriage age.

According to her temperament, anyone who dares to block her path to freedom will definitely be forced to do so.

But if the other party is a negotiator from one of the top wealthy families in the country, that's a different story.

After all, Tan Jia single-handedly affects the national economy.

It is a high branch that cannot be climbed, and it is also a huge tree that cannot be lowered.

In front of this behemoth, the Song Group cannot be said to be a worm, or at most a ladybug.

Seeing his daughter's dejected face, Song's father also knew that his promise was not very convincing.

The Tan family suddenly came to visit, euphemistically calling it a marriage, but the words were strong and left no room for Song's father and Song's mother to consider.

When the couple came to their senses and wanted to refuse, they found that their stocks had fallen continuously, apparently because they had been warned by the Tan family.

Tomorrow is the day when the two families formally meet each other. If the Tan family proposes to cancel the engagement at this time, not only will the Tan family not agree, but it will also cause the Song Group to suffer a devastating blow.

But Song Yu was used to being free and unrestrained. Let alone Song Yu, it was hard for Song Yu and Song's mother to accept her marrying a wealthy family.

So Song's father decided to take a chance on his daughter's happiness. As for how to take action, he had not yet decided.

The worst case scenario is that the Song family will be compensated. Anyway, the purpose of making money is to make her daughter happy. If her daughter is not happy, it doesn't matter if she doesn't make the money.

As a caring person, Song Yu could tell what her old father was thinking just by looking at his eyes, but she wouldn't let him do that.

She sighed, "Dad, forget it, eggs can't touch rocks, arms can't be twisted..."

Hey, wait!

In the blink of an eye, a brilliant idea flashed through Song Yu's mind. She opened her eyes wide with excitement, "An egg can't touch a stone, and an arm can't twist a thigh. But what if the stone breaks first and the thigh breaks first?"

The couple looked at each other in confusion, and Monk Zhang Er was confused.

The next day, Tan and Song families met, and Song Yu sat down under the surprised eyes of Tan's family.

They said they were talking about family, but in fact only Mr. Tan was present, and the groom-to-be, Tan Huairong, was nowhere to be seen.

It doesn’t matter, love comes or not.

Song Yu blew the slanted bangs that covered half of her face, her dark eyelids were half-tucked, and she picked at the nail caps of her equally dark fingernails, looking cynical.

Lip nails, eyebrow nails, nose ring, and even a nail on the tongue, pure and perfect.

I wonder if such a daughter-in-law can enter the solemn door of the family?

"Song Yu, say hello to Mr. Tan." Song's father looked serious, but in his heart he gave Song Yu a thumbs up.

As expected of his daughter, she can think of such a method.

"Are you Song Yu?"

Looking at the little girl in strange clothes and sitting in a golden posture, the old man couldn't help but question Father Song.

"Mr. Song, this is different from the people in your family photo."

The old man came to the house in person to propose marriage that day. Song Yu was still in school at that time, and he had only seen Song Yu's appearance from family photos.

Almond eyes with pink cheeks, cute and cute, very smart.

Now, I can only say that it's lucky that Tan Huairong didn't come, otherwise the marriage would have been a bad one.

Without waiting for Song's father to answer, Song Yu said casually: "Can't the family portrait be more warm? Anyway, that's how it is for me. You can do whatever you want."

"Tan Lao, please forgive me for my naughty daughter. It's my fault for not making it clear to you, but my daughter is indeed not suitable to be the Tan family's daughter-in-law. It's better to marry..."

Song Yu crossed his legs, feeling sure of victory.

However, the next second the old man's words split the Song family of three into pieces from the inside out.

"It's pretty good and has personality. I like it."

We need to strike while the iron is hot, so the old man decided to set a wedding date for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Of course he knew that Song Yu didn't want to marry, but she was destined to become the daughter-in-law of the Tan family. This was a revelation from heaven and could not be violated.

Back home, Song's mother removed Song Yu's makeup.

After wiping off the black eye shadow and lipstick, and taking off the small nails stuck to her face, Song Yujiao's beautiful face reappeared, except that the corners of her mouth and eyebrows were drooped, making her look a little pitiful.

Mother Song felt heartbroken when she saw it.

"Ayu, why did you agree? If you keep insisting, your father can convince me."

Can you convince me?

Song Yu thought about what Mr. Tan said to her alone during the dinner.

"Song Yu, I know your intention, but to be honest, no matter what you do today, the result will not change."

"Besides, I think you should know about Huafeng Group."

Huafeng, another big tree that could not be shaken by the Song family, disappeared overnight.

Could it be that Tan Jia made it?

Song Yu trembled. She didn't dare to bet that the family fortune her parents had saved from scratch was not a bargaining chip for her to exchange for freedom.

Just take it one step at a time. Besides, if you can get married, you can get divorced.

Thinking of this, she held Mother Song's hand, her eyebrows curved, and she pretended to be relaxed and said: "Mom, I figured it out, there is nothing wrong with being a rich wife, just treat it as a new challenge."

At the same time, the office of the president of Tan Group.

After the meeting with the Song family, Mr. Tan rushed to the company without stopping to find his son Tan Huairong.

Behind the desk, the handsome-looking man quickly browsed the documents with sharp eyes.

The pen made a swishing sound on the document, and the fingers holding the pen were long and well-jointed. The blue blood vessels under the cold white skin are looming, making people want to describe them in detail.

The old man pushed the door open and came in without even raising his head, and his movements did not stop at all.

"The girl from the Song family is doing well. She is planning to hold a wedding on the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Tan Huairong didn't respond, so he did what he was supposed to do.

As a father and son, the old man didn't care whether he heard or not, he said to himself: "The girl's name is Song Yu, she is a 21-year-old top student, and she is a perfect match for you."

"A good match?"

Tan Huairong finally raised his head and looked at his father with sarcastic eyes.

"Just because you found her, she doesn't deserve it."

"You!" The crutch in his hand hit the ground hard. No matter how old-fashioned and good-tempered he was, he was still annoyed by this traitor.

His son, at best, has his own opinion, but at worst, he has betrayed his moral integrity and forgotten his ancestors!

You fight against me every day and dare to ridicule him as unworthy. You are just trying to rebel!

"It's not up to you to decide whether you are worthy or not! I'm warning you, if you dare to refuse the marriage, I will break your legs and let you hold the wedding in a wheelchair!"

"You can try it."

The old man fell down in anger.

Seeing his son refusing to eat anything and showing no concern, his eyes flickered several times, and finally he sighed silently.

"Make a deal, get married honestly, and you will get what you want."

Hearing this, Tan Huairong raised his eyebrows, "Do you know what I want?"

He looked deeply at his son, turned around and walked towards the door without elaborating.

"There are still two months left, so prepare for the wedding."

Two months passed in a blink of an eye.

Early in the morning, Song Yu was pulled up to put on makeup before she even woke up.

Several makeup artists were chattering around her, praising her for her natural beauty and lotus.

However, Song Yu just nodded perfunctorily, nodding like a fool.

She didn't wake up completely until the wedding dress was put on her body and her waist and abdomen were tightly tightened.

The silk skirt glows with delicate luster under the light, complementing the diamond beads. The white gauze falls to the ground and meanders like clouds. The one-shoulder design complements the delicate and well-proportioned shoulders and neck.

In the holy white, Song Yu is like a princess in a European medieval oil painting, dreamlike.

Not to mention the makeup artist, even Song Yu himself couldn't help but gasp.

However, beauty is beautiful, but it is far from the real her.

Dreams do not distinguish between high and low, and being a wealthy lady is also a direction in life, but for Song Yu, it is bound by thousands of shackles.

She also asked Mr. Tan why there were so many famous ladies in the world who wanted to marry into the Tan family, why did they choose the unknown girl.

Tan Lao only said that the secret must not be leaked and he would tell her when the time is right.

"Alas!" Song Yu lamented softly.

Sure enough, the water in the wealthy family was deep, and she was submerged before she could jump in.

Song's mother, who was accompanying her, caught the sigh and said softly: "Ah Yu, it's not too late to regret now."

It was too late, Tan Jia didn't give them a chance to regret.

Not wanting to worry her mother, Song Yu quickly put away her emotions, took her mother's arm and whispered, "No, mom, I don't regret it."

…

Tan Huairong has also finished tidying up the groom's dressing room.

The white dress is crisp and ironed, and the two delicate purple lisianthus flowers on the chest make the person who is usually as cold as an ice sculpture look a little warm.

But one mouth can still freeze people half to death, "The deal you agreed on is not a lie to me, is it?"

"Huh," Mr. Tan rolled his eyes at him. He stretched out the hand holding the folder, but quickly retracted it when he was about to meet Tan Huairong.

"It will be in your hands only after the wedding is successfully completed."

Tsk, that’s really troublesome.

Tan Huairong was a little impatient, and suddenly felt that agreeing to get married for something whose authenticity was uncertain might not be the right choice.

But even if there was only one chance in ten thousand, he didn't want to miss it.

His eyes darkened and then darkened, Tan Huairong took a deep breath, made concessions to his father for the first time in his life, and walked towards the wedding hall.

Just take what you need, he told himself.

This marriage, which is not worthy of the name, will not last long, nor will it bring any deviation to his life.