Promising Marriage on a Spring Night

On the first day of the agreed marriage, Wen Yanchuan handed over the ring: "Put it on, don't reveal the secret." He is a living hell in the business world, and he only marries her to deal with the family and ward off rotten love affairs. She is a down-and-out daughter of a declining family, and she only marries him for real money to tide her over. The two made a three-part agreement: only have sex, no interference, no romance. There are two ends of the bedroom. Communication relies on memos. What is familiar is the body. The generation gap in the soul can span the Pacific Ocean. He is the one who makes the rules, and he is the one who breaks them. He has no control over everything, even her sleeping position. Yan Chu felt that what she was looking for was not a husband, but a living father. What's even more frightening is that men are a bit addicted to drama. The old love provoked her, and he kissed her in public: "Call me husband." She was sick, and he stayed up all night by her bedside: "My partner, nothing can happen to her." She smiled at her brother, and he crushed the wine glass: "Yan Chu, the way you look at him is against the rules." Everything went completely out of control that night. Wen Yanchuan held a vitamin bottle containing folic acid, his eyes scarlet: "Explain." Yan Chu backed away: "It's just an accident. I'll take care of it myself." She would rather be a single mother than have him. He tore up the agreement and locked her in his arms: "You broke the contract first, and I have the right to explain." "The child is yours, and I... Am yours too."