Forced to Marry Mr. Billionaire
Chapter 250: Give Her a Massage

Chapter 250: Chapter 250: Give Her a Massage

Ladies’ blouses, buttons on the front can easily pop open, a fact well-known to everyone.

As An Xin went downstairs and looked at the man’s profound profile, her heart couldn’t help but thump wildly.

If it hadn’t been for the rumors that he jinxed his wives, she would have been the one married to him...

An Ruo was still unharmed, which only proved that the rumor was false.

She walked up to the man and automatically, softly said to him, "Young Master Chen, An Ruo almost had a car accident today and twisted her ankle. However, I already took her to the doctor, who said she hasn’t injured any bones and should recover in a few days."

Tang Yuchen’s gaze slowly shifted from the television to her.

From his angle, he could perfectly see the open area at the front of her blouse.

An Xin’s prominent chest strained the fabric of her blouse, presenting almost no visual obstacle. She was very confident in her chest; not only would men feel something seeing it, but even women would find it hard to look away.

Under his dark gaze, An Xin displayed a perplexed and embarrassed expression.

"Miss An," Tang Yuchen’s lips curled into a slightly wicked smile as he slowly began, "This game of allure, played half-concealed, has been tried by many women on me before."

An Xin’s face flushed red, then immediately turned pale.

Pretending not to understand his implication, she blushed with indignation, "What, what do you mean?"

"You could just take off your clothes, that might be a bit more tempting to me."

Under his gaze, An Xin ’finally’ realized her chest was exposed. She quickly covered it with her hands, intending to scold him but held back, biting her lip as she hurried away feeling aggrieved.

As soon as she left, the man suddenly withdrew the smile from his lips and continued watching the news as if nothing had happened.

.........

That evening, Tang Yuchen pushed open the door to the bedroom and was greeted by the scent of medicinal oil.

An Ruo was sitting on the bed, massaging her ankle with medicine.

He sat down next to her, snatched the medicine bottle from her hand, poured some oil into his palm, and lightly said, "With your strength, an injury that could heal in two days won’t heal even in a week."

After saying this, his hot hand covered the swollen spot, skillfully and forcefully massaging it.

An Ruo clenched the sheets, wanting to pull her foot back, "I’ll do it myself."

"If you don’t want to spend the whole week lying in bed, you’d better stay still for me."

His threat was very effective, and An Ruo remained still. Tang Yuchen massaged her for a few minutes, and she found that the pain had subsided significantly, leaving only a burning sensation.

The man put down the medicine bottle, went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and never asked how she had gotten the injury.

An Ruo had no intention of telling him either.

Worried he would torment her again tonight, she quickly lay down and shut her eyes to sleep before he came back out. When Tang Yuchen came out and saw her, he knowingly curved his lips.

After showering, he too lay down in the blanket, wrapped his arms around her body from behind, and a leg habitually draped over her.

Every night, he treated An Ruo as if she were a body pillow.

He liked this sleeping position; only with something to hold could he sleep soundly.

But this troubled An Ruo greatly, as she was held by him every night, unable to turn over, unable to move, completely restrained and uncomfortable.

At first, she was very unaccustomed to it, often feeling suffocated when trying to sleep.

Now she had grown much more used to it and could fall asleep quickly.