After Lü Huaiyu became a vegetable, his family foisted an unpopular heiress on him as his wife.
When he woke up and saw the heiress, he thought she looked familiar. Where had he seen her before?
Then it hit him: she was the woman in the photograph he kept tucked inside a book and often took out to look at. Now she had actually become his wife.
Afraid that Han Siqiong would refuse to marry him, Lü Huaiyu came up with a lousy plan: a marriage contract.
Han Siqiong had been kidnapped and dragged back home. When she learned she was going to marry a man in a coma, she came up with a plan to run away in the middle of the night…
Unfortunately, before she could put it into action, someone took her away!
The familiar hospital room, the familiar bed, and the same familiar man. Han Siqiong wondered if she was seeing things. How could the man who had still been unconscious that morning now be reading a magazine?
The man looked at her and said coolly, “Marry me. After three years, I’ll give you three hundred million, and we’ll divorce.”
Han Siqiong: “Why me?”
Lü Huaiyu: “Because you’re the best choice.”
For a while after the wedding, they treated each other with courteous reserve. But gradually, she began to sense something was off.
Hadn’t they agreed to act like a couple in public and keep their distance in private? Then who was this man holding her and kissing her?
Han Siqiong: “Why me?”
Lü Huaiyu: “Because I fell in love with you long ago, before I even understood what love was!”
