Forced to Marry Mr. Billionaire

Chapter 133: Chapter 133 I Only Draw Portraits

"Are you cooking for me to curry favor? Woman, even if you cook me a meal, today you’ll still not be allowed to eat, unless you list one of my merits."

He was deliberately forcing An Ruo to write down his merits.

Because he knew, no matter how he tormented her, she would take it all without putting up a fight, which completely failed to suppress her.

Only by making her list his merits would he make her feel unable to accept it, and unable to do it.

She hated him so much that in her eyes, he had no merits at all, which she couldn’t see. Since she couldn’t see, she couldn’t write them out. Even if she could see them, her pride wouldn’t allow her to write them down.

Just right, if she didn’t write, he could find any excuse to punish her.

This method was neither crude nor violent, yet it fully served to suppress her. Tang Yuchen obviously wouldn’t let her off easily, and he was determined to carry this method through to the end!

An Ruo put the food into the plates, turned around with the plates in hand, and bumped into him on purpose, ignoring his words, "All done, you can go eat now."

She set the plates aside, took off her apron, and without glancing at him, walked out of the kitchen and headed upstairs.

Tang Yuchen narrowed his eyes, a devilish curve forming at the corner of his mouth.

how long you can remain stubborn, I don’t

ordered the servant indifferently, "Bring the dishes to the

"Yes, young master."

be honest, the food that An Ruo cooked didn’t taste very good, but it was still edible. Tang Yuchen casually ate two

on An Ruo’s door, which was still locked from the inside. His brow furrowed slightly, and he knocked forcefully a

Ruo, open the

need?" An

there be a reason to look

stood at the doorway, not intending

shoulders, strode in forcefully, his eyes sweeping over the room

door locked, I thought you were hiding

instead going to the balcony table to sit down, picking

seeing the portrait she was drawing, a flash of surprise crossed his

"You can paint?"

at that; on the rice paper, An Ji’s portrait was vividly lifelike. With just a few simple lines,

Ruo lightly

Tang Yuchen that she had

stretched his long arm from behind her, and suddenly snatched away the