With no other choice, Yu Nanrong takes her sister’s place and marries Feng Yu, the richest man in the country.
Her icy-cold husband says, “Ours is a marriage of convenience. Don’t entertain any unrealistic ideas about me!”
“Don’t try to climb into my bed, become mine, or claim my heart!”
Nanrong: Sure, sure. I’m just a tool, anyway.
But then:
Her icy-cold husband:
“Wife, could you maybe have a few ideas about me?”
“Wife, could you become mine?”
“Wife, may I claim your heart?”
One day, her sister comes back. “Little sister, give my husband back to me.”
Nanrong rubs her pregnant belly. Fine, she can bow out now that her job is done.
In the dead of night, the man corners Nanrong against the wall. “You stole my heart and got pregnant with my baby, and now you’re running away to escape punishment?”
