The first thing Wen Rang did after returning home following five years away was propose to his longtime rival, Ruan Mingzhu.
"Will you marry me? We can both get what we want."
Get what they wanted? That sounded perfect. Once she fulfilled her grandmother's final wish, she could go back to her carefree, independent life.
So she agreed. "We'll divorce in two years. To avoid unnecessary complications, I don't want us to make our relationship public in the meantime."
She raised her teacup as a toast. "Here's to a good partnership!"
Wen Rang smiled without a word.
After they got their marriage certificates, Ruan Mingzhu noticed Wen Rang acting stranger and stranger.
The young master who couldn't tell chives from scallions had somehow learned to cook and naturally started taking care of her meals and daily needs.
She kept finding Wen Rang by her side at all sorts of times and places.
Whenever another man showed up around her, Wen Rang would come down with a headache or a fever, or bristle all over.
An answer was on the tip of her tongue. "Wen Rang, you don't happen to like me, do you?"
"You're half right." Wen Rang pulled her into his arms and kissed her urgently. "The truth is, I love you. You finally figured it out, darling."
