Ning Xin, remember your identity - you are just a vase bought by the Ye family. "
In a wealthy marriage, she was pushed out by her stepfather's family and married to Ye Nancheng, the most wanton and romantic man in Haicheng.
Everyone knew that he was a playboy and a prodigal, but she had hidden her humble thoughts for ten years and was willing to sign a two-year engagement to be his nominal "Mrs. Ye".
He was cold and cold-hearted, treating her like air, but he would stand in front of her at the banquet and warn her word by word:
"To touch her is to touch my, Ye Nancheng's face. "
She was cautious in her steps, not daring to cross the line, but a stray cat she picked up by accident broke through the cracks under his ice——
It turned out that those careless eyes would also flash a soft light of panic when her eyes were red from crying.
"Ye Nancheng, do you... Care about me a little bit? "
"Shut up and do your duty. "
He spoke indifferently, but late at night he lowered the alarm for her and allowed her to leave all the tiny traces related to him.
And when the conspiracy and crisis quietly approached, he finally tore off the prodigal disguise and pushed her against the wall:
"Ning Xin, do you think this marriage is really just a contract? "
