Third Master, please restrain yourself. Our marriage is a marriage of convenience.

Although Pei Jinhe was an adopted daughter of the Ji family and grew up in the countryside, she was an excellent student and the top science student of her year. In her freshman year, she entered the research group of He Bing, the president of the China Academy of Science and Technology, and became He Bing's last disciple.

Pei Jinhe is exceptionally outstanding in every way except for her poor family background.

The harmonious atmosphere was completely shattered by the uninvited arrival of the three.

The pressure around Shen Huaiyu suddenly dropped. His dark phoenix eyes seemed calm and even, but deep inside they concealed a turbulent undercurrent. The corners of his eyes were slightly red, as if he was deliberately suppressing something.

Yu Qinyuan glanced nervously at Shen Huaiyu, and seeing that he seemed unaffected, she turned coldly to the three people at the door: "What are you doing here?"

Pei Jinhe didn't know much about the Shen family's relationships, but she had seen some information online.

It seems that Shen Huaiyu's mother died from severe bleeding during his birth.

Only six months after his death, Shen Tingshan married his current wife, Jiang Ling, who brought with her a pair of twins, a boy and a girl, who were about one year old.

Everyone secretly speculated that the two children were actually Shen Tingshan's illegitimate sons.

Shen Tingshan's sharp gaze fell on Pei Jinhe. The man's gaze was as sharp as a knife. After all, he was the former head of the Shen family. Even though he had stepped down, his aura was not something that Pei Jinhe, a student who had not even graduated from university, could withstand.

Pei Jinhe's spine stiffened at the sight, and cold sweat crept up her back. Her nails dug into her flesh as she forced a smile, trying not to show any panic.

Shen Huaiyu glanced sideways and saw that Pei Jinhe was clearly very scared, but she was still trying to remain calm. The girl's resolute expression and stubbornness caused a slight ripple in Shen Huaiyu's cold eyes.

The man placed his teacup on the table, the ceramic cup making a soft thud as it hit the mahogany table. He said slowly, "I know my wife is beautiful, but you don't need to stare at her for so long."

Shen Tingshan withdrew his gaze and snorted coldly, "My son is getting married, such a big event, how could I, as his father, not be there!"

Pei Jinhe immediately felt the immense weight of her authority vanish.

She breathed a slight sigh of relief.

It seems being a wealthy wife isn't so easy.

I just hope time goes by quickly so she can get the money and get a divorce sooner.

Jiang Ling was dressed in a luxurious and elegant manner, with an expensive necklace around her neck, sparkling with jewels. She looked like a loving mother: "Huaiyu, you too, you didn't even discuss such an important matter as marriage with your family."

Shen Huaiyu didn't even bother to glance at Jiang Ling.

Jiang Ling felt a little embarrassed after being completely ignored.

"This must be your sister-in-law. Hello, I'm Shen Youcheng, Huaiyu's older brother."

Shen Youcheng wore a well-tailored black suit, his figure was tall and slender, and he had a gentle smile on his face. His gaze fell on Pei Jinhe, and a look of amazement flashed in his eyes.

Pei Jinhe didn't reply, but turned her head to look at Shen Huaiyu.

Shen Huaiyu's face still held that calm and aloof expression, but Pei Jinhe could sense a suppressed rage emanating from the man.

"What sister-in-law? My Shen family would never want a daughter-in-law from a humble background, let alone an adopted daughter. She's full of poverty and can't be presented to anyone."

Shen Tingshan's eyes swept Pei Jinhe up and down, his contemptuous gaze as if he were looking at a piece of merchandise. When he saw the cheap clothes she was wearing, his disdain was undisguised, and his words were sharp and sarcastic.

Pei Jinhe bit her lip, feeling a wave of humiliation.

So what if you come from a humble background?

She neither steals nor robs; she lives her life honestly.

I didn't offend any of you.

A flash of cold light appeared before Pei Jinhe's eyes. She looked up and saw that the fruit knife used to peel the apple was stuck straight into the wall behind Shen Tingshan. Drops of blood were dripping from the blade, and the solid wood floor stained with blood emitted an almost eerie red glow.

Shen Tingshan touched his left cheek, feeling a stinging pain, and his fingertips were stained with blood.

He glared angrily at Shen Huaiyu.

The look in his eyes wasn't like he was looking at his own son, but rather like he was looking at some irreconcilable enemy.

"Show some respect when you speak to my wife." Shen Huaiyu's voice was slightly low and hoarse, his obsidian-like phoenix eyes surging with a violent aura, and the deep ending of his voice was cold and ruthless.

A gentle warmth welled up in Pei Jinhe's heart.

Her arranged marriage husband seems to be quite nice.

Compared to men who are subservient to their parents, Shen Huaiyu at least stood up for her when her father made things difficult for her.

Jiang Ling looked at the wound on Shen Tingshan's face with concern: "Tingshan, are you alright? Let's go back and get it bandaged."

"Huaiyu, Dad is only doing this for your own good. How could you lay a knife on Dad?" Shen Youcheng adopted the demeanor of an older brother and lectured Shen Huaiyu in a stern tone.

Shen Huaiyu sneered, and the man stood up, his tall figure casting long shadows in the lamplight.

The tall man approached Shen Youcheng and, before he could react, grabbed him by the neck and shoved him against the wall.

Shen Huaiyu casually pulled the knife out of the wall, the cold blade pressed against Shen Youcheng's neck.

Pei Jinhe's pupils dilated as she deeply felt Shen Huaiyu's violence and ruthlessness for the first time.

"what!"

Jiang Ling looked at the knife on the ground around her precious son's neck. Afraid that Shen Huaiyu, this madman, would hurt her son, she screamed and rushed over to push Shen Huaiyu away.

"Shen Huaiyu! Let go of my son!"

After all, five years ago, when Shen Huaiyu went berserk, he beat Shen Youcheng until he was covered in blood and on the verge of death.

"Get lost." Shen Huaiyu glared at her coldly, which made Jiang Ling tremble. At that moment, her legs felt like they weighed a ton, and she couldn't take a single step.

His cold, sinister gaze fell on Shen Youcheng, and he lowered his voice: "You dare to drug me? Do you think you have too much time on your hands?"

Shen Youcheng chuckled softly, looking directly into Shen Huaiyu's eyes without flinching, as calm as if he weren't the one with a knife to his throat: "Huaiyu, what are you talking about? Your older brother doesn't understand."

"It's okay if you don't understand. Just remember, I'm putting this on your tab."

Shen Huaiyu pushed the knife in his hand two more inches towards his neck, the sharp blade cutting through the flesh, and blood flowed out.

Shen Youcheng's expression remained unchanged, while Jiang Ling, her heart pounding, stared at the knife in Shen Huaiyu's hand: "Shen Huaiyu!"

Shen Huaiyu sheathed the knife in his hand and said unhurriedly, "Your precious son is not dead yet, so there's no need to put on such a disgusting face."

Shen Tingshan was so angry that his face turned red, and he roared, "I think you've really gone too far! If I had known you would be like this, I should have strangled you when you were born!"