Desire in the Spring Night

On the first day of their contract marriage, Wen Yanchuan handed her a ring. “Put it on. Don’t let anyone catch on.”

He was a ruthless kingmaker who could turn the business world upside down. He married her only to appease his family and fend off unwanted admirers.

She was a once-wealthy heiress whose family had fallen on hard times. She married him for cold, hard cash to get through the crisis.

They laid down three rules: share a bedroom, don’t interfere in each other’s affairs, and don’t fall in love.

They slept at opposite ends of the bedroom and communicated through notes. Their bodies were familiar with each other, but the gap between their souls was wider than the Pacific.

He was the one who set the rules, and he was the one who broke them. He meddled in everything, even the way she slept.

Yan Chu decided she hadn’t found a husband, but a living, breathing dad.

Worse still, the man had a flair for the dramatic.

When his ex provoked her, he kissed her in front of everyone. “Call me hubby.”

When she fell ill, he stayed by her bed all night. “My business partner can’t get hurt.”

When she smiled at one of his friends, he crushed his wineglass. “Yan Chu, the way you’re looking at him breaks the rules.”

Everything spiraled out of control that night.

Wen Yanchuan clutched a bottle of vitamins containing folic acid, his eyes bloodshot.

“Explain.”

Yan Chu backed away. “It was an accident. I’ll raise the baby myself.”

She would rather be a single mother than have him.

He tore up the agreement and pulled her into his arms.

“You broke the contract first, so I get to decide what it means.”

“The baby is yours, and so am I...”