Professor Cui, Are You Sure You Can Perform?

[Both leads are pure] + [Marriage of convenience] + [Groveling-to-win-her-back romance]

Everyone in Jiangcheng said Fang Wuyou had married above her station with Cui Hengyan.

A professor of botany, cool and refined, a rising star in academia, and the Cui family's eldest grandson.

Meanwhile, she was the fallen heiress of the Fang family, a second-year graduate student so broke she couldn't even scrape together her tuition.

On their wedding day, Cui Hengyan handed her a card and said calmly:

“We each get what we need. You attend family functions with me, and I'll cover all your expenses.”

Fang Wuyou thought it was nothing more than a respectable transaction.

Until one day, she heard Cui Hengyan tell someone else:

“Marry her? It was just to get my family off my back. In three years, we'll go our separate ways.”

Fang Wuyou smiled.

Fine. She'd wait.

Wait for him to get used to having her around, to pull her into his arms in his sleep without thinking, to panic when she fell ill, and to crush the glass in his hand when he saw her laughing and chatting with someone else.

Later, Cui Hengyan cornered her against the wall, his eyes red:

“Didn't we agree on three years? Why are you running?”

Fang Wuyou looked up and smiled faintly:

“Professor Cui, the three years are up. We agreed to go our separate ways. Those were your words.”