Han Jiangxue went abroad for medical treatment at fifteen and never returned to China. It wasn’t until she was nineteen, when her grandfather turned seventy, that she was summoned home and informed that a marriage had been arranged for her.
She decided to keep it from the boyfriend she’d been dating for six months, return to China to settle the engagement, and take care of a mission while she was at it.
One second before boarding, she sent her boyfriend a message: [On a mission. Don’t worry about me.] Then she hurried off.
All that remained was a handsome, tan-skinned man staring at the text on his phone in the middle of the night. His gaze was tender and full of longing, and he was reluctant to let her go. In the end, all he could send was: [Good luck.]
Who could have guessed that from then on, every message he sent his girlfriend would disappear into the void? She had gone missing!
The next time he saw her, it was at her engagement party. But the groom wasn’t him!?
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Everyone knew that the Han family’s seventh young lady was a frail invalid, liable to collapse if the wind so much as blew. She panted after every few steps and had no place in the family power struggle, so they married her off early.
Her fiancé was Qi Chenyang, a notorious rich playboy in Yunjing, who spent his days chasing cats and dogs, eating, drinking, and having fun instead of doing anything worthwhile. The people of Yunjing praised them as a match made in heaven, a perfect couple: both were hopeless cases who could never amount to anything.
Han Jiangxue heard these “compliments” and merely smiled. No one in the Qi family was simple. Besides, the previous night she had snuck into Yunjing’s underground city in full disguise and seen with her own eyes the man seated high above the crowd, looking down on everyone with arrogant, unrestrained confidence. He was none other than her supposedly hopeless fiancé.
