Chapter 2 — After Getting Married, I Conquered My Grandson Who Lost His Voice First

My marriage with Chu Nghien Tu, to be honest, is quite wild. My father works in the medical equipment industry. For the past two years, he has wanted to expand the market to Hong Kong. He just learned that the Chu family has a very extensive network of relationships there. The two families are in harmony with each other, preparing to make a marriage of resources to gain respect. To put it bluntly, it's the packaging that I sell. I was originally studying for a master's degree abroad. When I returned home to attend a family party, my father didn't even let me eat in peace at dinner, and began to hint: "You're 25, it's time to calm down." "Just keep playing around forever, wait until you're old and you won't even be able to choose the shadow of a real man." "Dad doesn't force me, I just think the Chu family is very good." I didn't even look up: "Don't take it." My father smirked: "You haven't even looked at his picture yet." “After seeing it, I didn't take it.” The next second, the phone was pushed in front of me. The man in the photo is wearing a dark gray shirt, standing at the head of the conference table, with deep eyebrows, high nose bridge, and cold aura like an ice block. The most enchanting thing is those hands. Slim, clean, clear joints. Very suitable for taking off your tie. I was silent for three seconds. My father immediately caught the change in my eyes and snorted: "Shut up more." I cleared my throat: "It looks okay, but I don't want to be a stepmother." This sentence is not me making fun of myself. Rumors have long been circulating in the world that Chu Nghien Tu always carries a child with him, everyone assumes it is his own son. Before my father could speak, Mrs. Chu sitting next to him burst into laughter first. She was extremely well-maintained, wearing a cheongsam and jewelry, as delicate as a beauty stepping out of a Nationalist-era photoshoot. “Van Duong, you misunderstood.” "Du An is not Nghien Tu's son, but his brother's son." I was stunned. Mrs. Chu sighed, her voice rarely lowered: "Two years ago, the eldest son and his wife had an accident on the highway. The baby was in the car, saved his life, but since then he has refused to speak anymore." "Nguyen Tu took the boy to his side and always took care of him personally. Outsiders can guess whatever they want, he has never explained." She finished speaking, looked at me, and suddenly grabbed my hand: "When I first met you, I already liked you. I felt that you had excitement and enthusiasm." "My house is too quiet, so quiet that there is no life at all. Especially Nghien Tu and Du An, one is quieter than the other. I think, if you were there, the family would probably be more like a family." Her words made me a bit flustered, not knowing how to help. Of course, more importantly, after finishing speaking, she directly showed me a video. In the video, Chu Nghien Tu has just finished jogging in the morning and stands in the gym to open a bottle of water. The black tank top was slightly stuck to the body with sweat, the shoulder and back muscles were too sharp, the waist was slim and the legs were long, and even the curvature of the pharynx moving when tilting the neck to drink water seemed to be deliberately seducing people. I stared at the screen, swallowing my saliva extremely lacking in energy. Mrs. Chu gave a meaningful smile: "How's that?" I stiffened my tongue: "Normal." She zoomed in a bit again. “What now?” I continued to be speechless: “Yes for now.” As a result, that evening, Chu Nghien Tu's video call came in. As soon as the screen connected, I almost threw the phone away. The real person is much more "fatal" than in the video. He must have just finished being busy, loosened his tie, sitting in the office, behind him were all the ground-level glass windows and the brilliant night view. “Miss Lam.” When he spoke, his voice was very low, with a bit of hoarseness. “I heard you have an opinion on me.” I immediately sat up straight and dignified, forced my voice to reply: "No, I'm the most easy-going person in the world." He looked at me and seemed to smile: "Then can you give me a chance to invite you to dinner?" My limit for handsome guys has always been very low. So the next day, I left. That dinner, he pulled out a chair for me, poured tea for me, didn't say much but every sentence was firm and measured. Most importantly, he looks extremely sexual. But I have never had any resistance to this type of thing. After getting to know him a little better, I couldn't help but tease him. When eating, she deliberately touches his hand, when crossing the street, she takes the opportunity to hold his arm, when watching a movie, she pretends to be sleepy and leans on his shoulder. He did not avoid it. My liver grew bigger and bigger, one time I even drank a little alcohol, I stopped him in the back seat of the car and kissed him. He also didn't push away. Just by the end of the kiss, I could feel his breathing becoming erratic, yet he still held my waist close, speaking in a low voice: "Lam Van Duong, I'm not an arbitrary person." At that time, I had a hot flash in my brain, rubbed his ear and asked: "So what do you want?" He stared at me, his eyes deep and scary. “If you want to sleep with me, okay.” “Get married first.” My scalp was numbed by this statement "decent scoundrel". And then, I agreed with great lack of willpower. Know what to do. Who told you to grow a face exactly like the type of man born to make me "sleep"? Less than a month after testifying, Zhou Yanci flew to Shenzhen. It is said that you have to personally monitor a newly implemented project, at least five days, at most ten days. At first I felt quite happy. My newlywed husband was away from home, no one to watch over me eating late at night, staying up late, curled up on the sofa watching dog blood movies, how free I felt. After two days of freedom, I discovered something was wrong. This house is too large. So wide that the sound of high heels stepping on the wooden floor can be heard. As for Chu Du An, he was too quiet. It's so quiet that you often forget there's a child in the house, until you turn your head and discover the boy sitting in the corner building Legos, or silently looking out the window in bewilderment. This silence somehow makes people feel empty inside.