[Synopsis]
Everyone in the capital's elite circles knows that Wen Yanjing, the aloof and distinguished head of the Wen family, has kept away from women for ten years, yet he gives special attention to one girl named Gu Xingwan...
She is his nominal "niece," the girl in the high school ID photo he has kept in his wallet for ten years, the person he confessed to in public at the airport, and the one he is willing to give up half his empire to protect.
Gu Xingwan, a rising jewelry designer recently returned from London, stumbles at the airport and is swept into a princess carry by the rumored "young uncle." With all eyes on them, she catches the familiar scent of fir on him, and the dam holding back her ten-year crush breaks.
"Once you're awake, let's go get our marriage license."
With his grandfather critically ill, he hands her a contract. "One year. When it ends, we'll divorce, and the shares will be yours."
Gu Xingwan bites her pen and signs, unaware that this is a trap he has been plotting for ten years.
After they marry, he's Mr. Wen, overflowing with possessiveness:
- When she's accused of plagiarism, one word from him makes the rival company go bankrupt overnight.
- When she enters a design competition, he anonymously spends fifty million just to help her win.
- When she gets upset and moves to a hotel, he waits downstairs for three days and nights, clutching the comic manuscript she drew even as his fever reaches 40 degrees Celsius.
When the contract expires, Gu Xingwan is ready to leave with her head held high, but he pins her at the entrance to the Civil Affairs Bureau. "Who said we're getting divorced?" Holding up another agreement, this one for a lifetime, he looks at her with reddened eyes. "Gu Xingwan, after ten years of secretly loving you, it's time to make us official."
[Two powerhouses sparring + Mutual pining comes true + Marriage first, love later]
She thought it was a marriage of convenience, never realizing that from the high school auditorium to the Northern Lights in Iceland, his special devotion had never been an accident.
"Mrs. Wen," he said
