My whirlwind marriage partner is a wealthy CEO

Chapter 144 Don't blame Dad for being heartless, I have no choice but to sacrifice you.

Once upstairs, Wan Qingsha led Zhu Yahan into her room.

After closing the door, he immediately pinned her against the wall, his tone domineering: "Yahan, do you know how much I've missed you?"

Zhu Yahan's heart sank, and a hint of disgust flashed in her eyes.

She resisted the urge to push him away and whispered, "Qingsha, don't do this. We're not married yet."

Wan Qingsha smiled, her tone tinged with disdain: "Marriage? Ya Han, don't you know that our engagement is nothing more than a transaction? As long as you can help me resolve the Wan family's crisis, I will naturally marry you."

Zhu Yahan's heart turned completely cold.

Wan Qingsha wore a fake smile: "Ya Han, I heard that Uncle Zhu talked to you about this matter?"

Zhu Yahan nodded, her voice tinged with weariness: "Yes, Dad hopes I can get close to Tan Haoyu and persuade him to help resolve the Wan family's crisis."

She looked at Wan Qingsha, her eyes filled with disappointment and pain: "Qingsha, you... don't you have any feelings for me at all?"

Wan Qingsha lowered his head, leaned close to her ear, and said in a low, cold voice, "Feelings? Ya Han, don't be naive. In this world, interests are the most important thing. As long as you help me deal with Tan Haoyu, I will naturally treat you well."

Zhu Yahan's heart skipped a beat, and a hint of despair flashed in her eyes.

She knew that she had been completely betrayed by these two men.

"Qingsha, do you really... think that way?" Zhu Yahan's voice was weak, with a slight tremor.

Wan Qingsha smiled, her tone tinged with impatience: "Ya Han, stop talking nonsense. As long as you obey me, I won't treat you unfairly."

Zhu Yahan closed her eyes, and tears silently streamed down her face.

Wan Qingsha gently stroked her cheek, her voice tender: "Yahan, I know this is difficult for you. But for the sake of the Wan family, for our future, can you please put up with this?"

A flicker of pain crossed Zhu Yahan's eyes as she whispered, "Qingsha, are you really willing to let me get close to other men?"

Wan Qingsha's expression changed slightly, then she smiled and said, "Yahan, don't overthink it. I just hope you can help the Wan family get through this difficult time. Once things are resolved, we'll get married, okay?"

Zhu Yahan lowered her head, her voice weak: "Okay... I'll try."

A hint of pride flashed in Wan Qingsha's eyes as he gently kissed her forehead: "Yahan, you're so good."

Zhu Yahan leaned against him, her eyes filled with confusion and pain.

She knew she had nowhere to retreat and had become a pawn in their game, powerless to resist.

Meanwhile, Zhu Shigou sat in the living room with a fake smile on his face.

His mind was full of calculations, as if Zhu Yahan's suffering had nothing to do with him.

"Yahan, don't blame your father for being heartless. For the sake of the Zhu family's interests, you have no choice but to make this sacrifice." Zhu Shigou murmured in a low voice, his tone full of indifference.

After a period of intimacy, Wan Qingsha finally went downstairs, satisfied.

Zhu Yahan stood in the room, looking at herself in the mirror, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

She knew she was about to step into a dangerous game, and she had no choice.

"Tan Haoyu, I hope you won't disappoint me," Zhu Yahan murmured softly, her tone resolute.

She took a deep breath, picked up her phone, and dialed Tan Haoyu's number.

But the phone was always busy.

"Hey, Haoyu, it's me, Yahan. Can we... meet up?"

Zhu Yahan had no choice but to leave him a message.

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In the hotel's temporary office, Tan Haoyu sat behind a large desk, his brows furrowed.

He flipped through the documents in his hands several times, but he still couldn't concentrate.

Yang Piaoliang stood to the side, holding a report in her hand, and said respectfully, "President Tan, this is the latest project progress report. Would you like to take a look?"

Tan Haoyu looked up, but his gaze was somewhat unfocused, and his tone was absent-minded: "Yeah, just put it here."

Yang Piaoliang noticed his distraction, hesitated for a moment, and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Tan, are you worried about your wife? She doesn't seem to be doing well lately."

Tan Haoyu frowned even more, his tone tinged with helplessness: "Yes, Ziqing has been feeling very down lately, and she doesn't have a good appetite. I've told her to eat more, but she always brushes me off."

Yang Piaoliang nodded, her tone tinged with concern: "President Tan, would you like to spend more time with your wife? Work can be put aside for now."

Tan Haoyu sighed, his voice tinged with weariness: "I know, but she... she always shuts herself off and doesn't want to communicate with me. When I ask her what she's thinking, she just smiles and doesn't say anything."

Yang Piaoliang was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Mr. Tan, perhaps Madam just needs some time. Don't be too anxious."

Tan Haoyu nodded, but his gaze remained serious: "I hope so. I'm just worried about her health; if this continues, she won't be able to hold on."

Meanwhile, Zhu Ziqing sat in her hotel room, staring blankly out the window.

She held a cup of cold tea in her hand, but didn't drink a drop.

Tan Haoyu pushed open the door and walked in, his tone gentle: "Ziqing, are you hungry? I've had some of your favorite dishes prepared."

Zhu Ziqing turned around, forcing a smile: "I'm not hungry, you eat first."

Tan Haoyu walked to her side, gently took her hand, and said with a hint of worry in his voice, "Ziqing, you haven't eaten properly for several days. If this continues, your body won't be able to take it."

Zhu Ziqing lowered her head and said in a weak voice, "I'm fine, I just don't have much of an appetite."

Tan Haoyu's heart sank, and his tone was tinged with helplessness: "Ziqing, what are you thinking? Can you tell me? I don't want to see you torturing yourself like this."

Zhu Ziqing raised her head, her eyes showing a hint of weariness: "Haoyu, I'm really fine."

A flicker of pain crossed Tan Haoyu's eyes, and his voice held a hint of pleading: "Ziqing, I'm your husband. You can tell me what's on your mind. I don't want to see you shutting yourself off like this."

Zhu Ziqing was silent for a moment, and finally just shook her head gently: "Haoyu, I'm fine, you don't need to worry about me."

Tan Haoyu's heart sank completely.

He knew that Zhu Ziqing's heart was tightly closed, and he couldn't open it for the time being.

The next day, Tan Haoyu tried to communicate with Zhu Ziqing again.

He walked up to her and said gently, "Ziqing, the weather is nice today, shall we go for a walk? I'll take you to meet someone."

Zhu Ziqing looked up, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes: "Haoyu, who are you going to see?"

Tan Haoyu smiled and said in a mysterious tone, "Someone I haven't seen in a long time. Perhaps seeing him will make you feel better."

Zhu Ziqing was silent for a moment, then finally shook her head: "I don't want to go. Haoyu, don't worry about me."

Tan Haoyu's tone left no room for argument: "Ziqing, you have to listen to me this time. I can't watch you continue like this."