“I don’t want to marry him! He’s so old—why on earth would I marry him?”
In Yujing Bay, the most luxurious villa district in City D, lives a prominent figure: Jun Lin.
Three months ago, Xia Ruohan, the heiress of the Xia family, accidentally crashed into Jun Lin’s Rolls-Royce. Unable to cover the damages due to her family’s limited financial resources, she was saddled with a debt of ten million yuan. After attempting to flee nearly a hundred times, she was finally captured and forced into marriage.
“Why do you want to marry such a scatterbrained woman?” the voice was sweet and childlike, yet the words carried a maturity beyond her years.
The man on the sofa wore a composed expression, his jet-black eyes unfathomable, his voice low and husky. “To be your mother.”
“I don’t need her.” Jun Yize refused without a moment’s hesitation.
Jun Lin shot him a glance. “Come here.”
Jun Yize dared not disobey. He obediently walked over, lowered his head slightly, and sat down beside Jun Lin.
“I am your father, yet I failed to give you a complete family. No matter how angry you get when others say you don’t have a mother, it remains an undeniable fact.”
In truth, Jun Lin had rarely spoken to him about such things. He was naturally cold and aloof, and the child had mostly been raised by nannies.
Jun Yize nodded, acknowledging his understanding. “To put it bluntly, you’re just in love with her.”
A thirty-year-old man who’s fallen for someone but won’t admit it—using the excuse that “if you marry me, you won’t have to pay back your debts”? Even a fool wouldn’t fall for that.
Jun Lin gave him a faint glance. “Am I not good enough?”
Jun Yize: “…You’re good enough. You’re the perfect match. You’re just tricking an innocent young girl.”
“Innocent doesn’t mean she isn’t smart.”
“Pfft, go ahead and brag. Don’t worry, I won’t bully her.” Jun Yize stuck his tongue out at Jun Lin and ran off, not daring to stay near him any longer.
Jun Lin shook his head helplessly and said, “If she ends up bullying you, I’ll help her—not you.”
“We’ll see who ends up bullying whom. Don’t you know whose son I am?”
Who was he? Jun Yize, Jun Lin’s son. Would he ever be bullied? What a joke—impossible.
Standing outside the door, Xia Ruohan was still hesitating, wondering whether to knock.
But then Jun Yize came over personally to open the door for her.
His first words were, “Big sister…”
Xia Ruohan chuckled. She knew Jun Lin had a son—smart, cute, and good at winning people over. That “big sister” really struck a chord with her.
She was about to greet Jun Yize with a smile when he added,
“Are you the new nanny my dad hired? You’re so pretty.”
Xia Ruohan: “……”
“Little brother, I’m not a nanny.” Xia Ruohan ground out the words through clenched teeth, holding back her anger.
Jun Yize was simply too adorable—his big eyes darting back and forth as he looked at her, his little face so fair and delicate that no one could stay angry at him.
“Then what are you doing here?” Jun Yize’s expression darkened, his face full of displeasure.
Xia Ruohan’s heart skipped a beat.
Everyone in D City knew that Jun Lin was not to be messed with—and neither was his son.
And she, Xia Ruohan, had been foolish enough to cross Jun Lin.
“Your dad sent me.”
Thinking back to what had happened a few months ago, Xia Ruohan’s expression darkened, and her tone grew firmer than before.
“Is he here? If not, I’m leaving.”
It would be better if he wasn’t. She’d go home, pack her things, and flee the country.
“He’s here. Come in.”
Jun Yize dared not speak out of turn; if he let his future stepmother run away, who knew how his father would kill him.
Xia Ruohan knew she had nowhere left to retreat. Just thinking of Jun Lin’s icy expression made her legs go weak.
Sigh! But she couldn’t run away now!
Stepping into the villa, she looked at the expressionless man before her. Her heart pounded wildly, and her palms grew clammy with nervousness.
She had caused this mess, so she had to fix it herself.
And fixing it would cost her the rest of her life.