Chief Forced Marriage: Beloved Wife Captured

Chapter 26

Jingya's cheeks were as red as ripe tomatoes, she exhaled, and she didn't even have the courage to raise her eyes.

"Why are you so blushing?" Ye Beicheng saw that she was abnormal, and asked narrowly on his cheek.

At that moment just now, her heart beat suddenly. Maybe it was because she remembered the night when she was possessed by him, or maybe she kicked her to a place that made her feel shy. It is not clear why, but it was always an inexplicable panic.

"Where is it? You are old and dim!" She turned her head in embarrassment.

"Why don't you dare to look at me without blushing?" He chuckled, "You won't be confused by me, will you?"

"Tch - what are you trying to confuse me?!" She met his gaze angrily, and retorted in time.

"Here." Ye Beicheng pointed to his eyes: "Didn't you find it very charming? Usually, any woman just needs to stare at me, and within a minute, she will definitely fall."

Jingya quickly vomited: "Stop talking, I ate too much at night."

"Don't you believe it?" He grabbed her shoulders and said, "Come and try."

"Don't be stinky, I won't try."

"Don't be afraid, trust me, you are definitely not the first person to be deceived."

The more she was unwilling to try, he deliberately grabbed her shoulders and looked at her. After a short quarrel, Jingya couldn't bear it anymore: "Ye Beicheng, why do you have to play tricks on me?"

He smiled narrowly, then let go of her, leaned against the sofa, and said casually, "It's just for fun."

"I'm not your toy!" Jingya rolled her eyes.

"It's not a toy, it's a friend. Because it's a friend, that's why I get along with you so unscrupulously."

Yu Jingya could accept such an explanation, Ye Beicheng patted her on the shoulder: "But having said that, don't be fooled by me, as for the reason, you understand."

Jingya bit her lip, rather unwillingly, of course she understood the reason he said, but it was too much, why did she think that she would be bewitched by him instead of him by her?

"How about we play a game?" she suggested.

"Oh, what game?" Ye Beicheng frowned, quite interested.

"The game of looking at each other, didn't you say that I dare not look at you? We look at each other face to face, whoever moves first and who speaks first will lose?"

Almost without thinking, he nodded: "Okay, what about the loser?"

"The loser has to grant the winner a wish."

Ye Beicheng was full of confidence, he smiled: "OK, let's start."

One, two, three, start...

The magnificent living room suddenly fell silent, only the breathing of the two of them was left. Yu Jingya stared at Ye Beicheng calmly, and said in her heart: "I don't love you, and you don't love me either. You are the one who is confused!"

Ye Beicheng also stared at Yu Jingya firmly, he was confident that he would win, just like in his brilliant life, he never failed.

Time passed by every minute and every second, gradually, Ye Beicheng couldn't hold it anymore, he had the urge to laugh, although he tried his best to suppress it, he still couldn't suppress it, and burst out laughing.

"You lost." Jingya showed a winner's smile, patted him on the shoulder, and advised him like a leader: "Young people, don't be too confident in everything."

"..."

"Hey, I said, do you often look at people, don't you want to laugh?"

Ye Beicheng leaned forward and backward with a smile, and heard her calmly say, "What's so funny? I don't think it's funny at all."

"Then why do I want to laugh?"

"Who knows you!"

Jingya took out a notepad from her bag, and then scribbled a few times with a pen. Ye Beicheng probed and asked, "What are you writing?"

"You owe me money." She put down the notepad, "Come on, continue."

Looking at Ye Beicheng in the second round, he didn't expect that he couldn't hold on for ten seconds, and laughed again.

"Stop playing, stop playing, I want to laugh just looking at you." He waved his hands quickly.

"Am I so funny?" Jingya raised her chin slightly, half-closed her eyes and asked.

"It's not funny, I'm just not used to your weird game."

Ye Beicheng suppressed his smile and changed his serious expression: "Are you free the night after tomorrow?"

"What?"

"My queen wants to see you."

Queen?

"Is your mother?" she asked uncertainly.

"kindness."

The originally calm face instantly became sluggish, especially remembering the last time when the woman said that Ye Beicheng's mother was difficult to serve and demanding, she asked nervously, "Can I not go?"

"The ugly daughter-in-law always wants to see her in-laws." Ye Beicheng teased, trying to make her relax.

"But will your mother accept me?"

"They're all pregnant. If you don't accept it, you have to accept it."

Yu Jingya stood up abruptly, patted her flat stomach and roared, "I'm not pregnant! How are you going to solve this?"

Ye Beicheng stared at her with a worried expression, and said comfortingly, "Don't worry, I will take care of it."

"Yes." She suddenly had a quick wit and shouted excitedly, "I have figured out what to do."

"What do you mean?"

"I went to your house with you, and then I pretended to slip and rolled down the stairs, and then you sent me to the hospital, and then you told your family that I had a miscarriage!"

She finished speaking in one breath, and then smiled complacently: "How is it? This method is not bad."

Ye Beicheng stood up and glared at her: "What if I fall to my death?"

"I won't fall to my death, that's how it's done in TV dramas!"

"..."

Ever since the media revealed that Jingya was about to marry into a wealthy family, the threshold of her family was almost broken. Some were flattering, some were curious, some came to inquire about the truth, and some even envied and hated her.

No matter what the purpose is, the sincerity can be excluded.

Yes, no one would wish her happiness, including her parents. Apart from thinking about how much benefit they could get from her, nothing else was important!
Standing in her own room, opening the closet, Jingya turned over and over again but couldn't find a decent piece of clothing.

She had already promised Ye Beicheng to meet his parents tonight. Although she was reluctant to do so, she thought later that she could hide past the first day of junior high school, but not the fifteenth day. Since she decided to get married, no factors should deter her. reason.

"If I hadn't met you, where would I be, how was my life, should I cherish life..."

Teresa Teng's sweet voice sounded softly, she glanced at the mobile phone by the table, thinking about who called.

A pile of tried-on clothes was thrown in the middle of the bed. In fact, her figure and height are in a harmonious proportion. Even wearing ordinary clothes will not make people feel tacky. The key point is that the occasion tonight is too important. She wants to Be cautious of your own image, but also protect Ye Beicheng's face.

"Hello?" Picking up the phone, she already knew who was calling.

"Come out and give you something." Ye Beicheng's tone was as light as a cloud and as light as a wind.

"what?"

She stretched her head out of the window curiously, and she saw Ye Beicheng's Maybach parked downstairs. Their neighborhood is dilapidated. At this moment, there is such a conspicuous car parked, plus such a handsome man, it is not harmonious no matter how you look at it ...

He hung up the phone, raised his handsome face and smiled at Jingya, then hooked his fingers.

The soft sunshine seemed to surround him. The famous car and the beautiful man, what a temptation, ordinary women can't stop it, but who is she?She is Yu Jingya, a sad leftover girl who has passed the age of nympho!

Women can be vain, but they must be realistic. Always remember that even if you are qualified to be vain, you cannot be vain for too long.

Shaking her head, trying to wake herself up, she stared at Ye Beicheng's perfect and impeccable face and warned herself: "Don't be fooled by the momentary beauty, otherwise, in the future, you will be ready to live your life counting your scars!"

Just as she opened the bedroom door and was about to go out, a figure staggered and stood in front of her: "Ah, Xiaoya, your mother asked me to ask you, is the man standing outside our house Ye Beicheng?"

Turning her eyes to the living room, Song Qiulian was sitting on the sofa. Although the expression on her face was calm, her ears were pricked up.

What she wanted to hear was the answer she wanted to know through the mouth of others.

"Yes." Jingya passed her father and walked towards the door of the living room.

"Since he's already arrived at the door, let's invite him in for a while." Song Qiulian finally spoke, and the tone of her voice was not hard to hear the urgency.

"Let me ask." She nodded indifferently, without turning around.

Only after leaving the house did I realize that the whole neighborhood was bustling with chatter, men and women, old and young, all with gossip expressions on their faces.

"What do you want to give me?" Enduring the pressure of being judged, she walked up to Ye Beicheng.

He took out a square and beautifully packaged carton from the carriage: "I asked my friends in the fashion industry to help me pick out the clothes."

"It can't be someone with exposed buttocks and breasts?" Jingya said with a bitter face, her subconscious understanding of fashion is that it is because of showing that it is fashionable.

If it was really that kind of clothes, she guessed that Ye Beicheng's parents must be very repulsive, not because of old feudalism, but because of his intuition that a family like his must value appearance and restraint.

"Of course not. Do you think I'll take you swimming?" She showed her hips and breasts, thanks to her thinking.

"That's good." Jingya breathed a sigh of relief, and pointed at the door of her own house awkwardly: "Do you want to... go in and sit?"

The corners of Ye Beicheng's lips curled slightly, and he said narrowly, "Why are you so reluctant to invite me?"

She was quite reluctant, she could clearly know what her snobbish parents would do when they saw Ye Beicheng, but she didn't know what Ye Beicheng would think when he understood her parents' greed...

"No, I'm afraid you're busy, you've got a lot of work to do..." Before he could finish speaking, he was abruptly interrupted: "It's okay, no matter how busy you are, you should go in and pay a visit."

"..." Jingya really wanted to say, but it's okay not to visit, it's really okay!
"Wait." Faced with his already moving pace, she hurriedly stopped him: "Let's make an appointment to meet formally another day. I made special preparations to meet your parents tonight. You can't meet my parents so easily, can you?"

Ye Beicheng thought about it, and it made sense.

"Okay, then I'll go first, and I'll pick you up at seven o'clock in the evening."

Watching the Maybach go away, she breathed a long sigh of relief in the suffocating dust.

Holding the cardboard box in both hands, she entered the room expressionlessly. As she expected, Song Qiulian stood up nervously: "Where is he?"

"Who?" Jingya pretended to be confused.

"Son-in-law."

"Don't call me so close, we're not married yet."

(End of this chapter)