"Lai Lai, your marriage to my brother is just a temporary measure."
“As long as you marry him, you can get investment from the Fu family, and your family company will be saved. When my brother dies, my mother will definitely not object to the two of us anymore.”
"Lai Lai, believe me, I'm doing this all for our future."
In the coffee shop, a handsome man held Jiang Yilai's hand with deep affection on his face.
If Jiang Yilai hadn't witnessed the tender bond between him and his stepsister, she might have actually believed it.
She withdrew her hand and stared blankly out the window.
A vibrant and captivating face was reflected in the window, with bright eyes, white teeth, and snow-white skin; every smile and frown was full of charm.
She was only 20 years old, just reaching the age for marriage, and was about to be married off to a bedridden, vegetative man under the guise of bringing good luck.
Even if this person is the famous Fu Nanxiao, even if the Fu family is a top-tier wealthy family in Beijing, it doesn't stop him from being a vegetable who has been in a coma for a year and could die at any time.
Jiang Yilai doesn't want to get married.
But her father knelt before her, weeping bitterly, saying that he and her mother's life's work could not be in vain, that he had given birth to her and raised her, and now it was her turn to repay the debt, saying that if she did not save him, he would jump off the building...
In a panic, Jiang Yilai went to find her boyfriend, only to witness that appalling scene.
"Lai Lai?"
The concerned yet anxious voice brought Jiang Yilai back to her senses.
Looking at her once considerate boyfriend, she felt a wave of nausea rising in her chest.
"Are you thinking about our future together, or about your future with Jiang Lezhen?"
Fu Junhao's expression changed drastically, incredulous: "You, you—"
Jiang Yilai picked up her coffee and threw it at the person opposite her, her almond-shaped eyes filled with determination and disgust: "Let's break up. You people are disgusting."
"Lai Lai! Lai Lai!"
Fu Junhao wiped his face in frustration, wanting to stop the person, but fearing that it would attract more attention, he could only watch helplessly as the figure disappeared into the distance.
Jiang Yilai strode down the road, forcefully holding back the tears welling up in her eyes.
She won't cry.
It's always better to see the true colors of those wolves and tigers than to be foolishly deceived.
Fine, she'll marry him!
Jiang still has a portion of the shares left to her by her mother. Now that she has rescued Jiang, she can consider it as repaying the kindness of Jiang's father for raising her for 20 years. From now on, she will have no further connection with the Jiang family!
And those who bullied her, she will one day repay them in kind!
...
Three days later.
Jiang Yilai, dressed in a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe, and holding a fan with preserved flowers, was picked up by car and taken to the Fu family mansion.
There was no wedding, but the Fu family members were all in the reception room.
Upon seeing the bride enter, the family members displayed varying expressions, but all wore mask-like smiles, making it impossible to discern their true feelings.
Looking around, Jiang Yilai felt that people's hearts were unpredictable.
After leaving the Jiang family, that den of wolves and tigers, he entered the Fu family, a place of fame and fortune.
She didn't know if her choice was right or wrong, but at least from now on, no one would dare to force or humiliate her.
And she will definitely forge her own path.
After serving tea to the Fu family patriarch and matriarch, Jiang Yilai was escorted to the bridal chamber by the servants.
Upon entering the bedroom, a faint medicinal smell was detected.
Jiang Yilai's gaze involuntarily fell to the center of the bed.
That was her husband, Fu Nanxiao.
The man on the bed had exceptionally deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge, and slightly pursed thin lips, resembling a sculpted work of art, so perfect that it was breathtaking.
Jiang Yilai's heart stirred, and she slowly walked over.
The man's eyes were tightly closed, and his face was pale, which reduced the sharpness of his features. But Jiang Yilai knew that when he opened his eyes, his narrow eyes would reveal a chilling coldness that would make it hard to breathe.
She had seen Fu Nanxiao once at a banquet.
Back then, he was the head of a top-tier wealthy family in Beijing, holding a wine glass and standing in the center, surrounded by countless people who flattered him. Yet, he remained indifferent and aloof, exuding an aura that kept strangers at bay.
It was also at the banquet that Jiang Yilai saw a man kneeling in front of him, weeping and pleading, while Fu Nanxiao ignored him and casually drank his wine.
As the bodyguard dragged the man away, his eyes were filled with a chilling hatred and despair, and he uttered a vicious curse.
This scene sent chills down Jiang Yilai's spine.
She never imagined that one day she would become Fu Nanxiao's wife.
Even though it was done in such a despicable way.
"bite--"
The phone rang incessantly.
Jiang Yilai looked at the caller ID and pursed her lips.
It was Jiang's father.
"Lai Lai."
The voice on the other end of the phone was filled with joy, yet also with greed.
"The Fu family's funds have arrived; the company is saved!"
"From now on, you must behave well in front of the two elders of the Fu family, and try to get a larger share of the inheritance after Fu Nanxiao dies, so that our family will never have to worry about anything for the rest of our lives!"
Jiang Yilai couldn't help but sneer: "Even if you get a larger share of the inheritance, what does it have to do with you?"
Father Jiang was taken aback: "What?"
"Do you feel happy spending the money you got by trampling on your own daughter's happiness? Is it exciting to have an affair with your own sister's boyfriend? Does it feel like a great accomplishment to have your whole family and Li Junhao making a fool of you?"
Jiang Yilai spoke each word with a sharp edge.
Mr. Jiang was shocked. His eldest daughter had always been gentle and refined; she had never spoken so harshly before.
He panicked for a moment: "Lai Lai, you've misunderstood. Dad is only doing this for your own good..."
Jiang Yilai interrupted him: "I have already repaid your kindness in raising me. From now on, the Jiang family and I will have nothing to do with each other. You'd better take care of yourselves."
After finishing speaking, without listening to any further explanation from the other party, I decisively hung up the phone and turned it off.
Silence fell over the room.
Jiang Yilai paused for a moment, her gaze falling on the face of the man on the bed.
He remained lying there, oblivious to everything.
The man who used to inspire fear with just a frown is now openly wished dead even by the bride's family, let alone the entire Fu family.
I'm afraid there aren't many people in this world who genuinely wish him well now.
Thinking about it this way, the two of them are in the same boat.
Jiang Yilai suddenly found it funny, but as she laughed, tears began to fall.
From as far back as she could remember, she knew she was an unwanted person in her family. Her birth mother died in childbirth, and her father remarried. Her stepsister, who was a year younger than her, was pampered, and the three of them lived a happy and sweet life together.
Only she grew up amidst neglect and indifference.
Even so, she never expected that her father would use the debt of gratitude for raising her to force her to marry into the Fu family for the sake of the company.
The Fu family is powerful and has strict rules. Once Fu Nanxiao dies, will she really be able to regain her freedom?
Or will I be confined to a secluded mansion for the rest of my life?
In the quiet room, Jiang Yilai poured out her sorrow, tears streaming down her face.
Suddenly, her palms felt warm.
Jiang Yilai was startled, lowered her head, and suddenly her eyes widened.
Fu Nanxiao's finger moved!
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