A Husband Who Takes His Time

[Marriage before love, a sweet slow-burn romance]

Sang Lu’s fiancé, Jing Si, the second son of the Jing family, ran off with a top-tier star. Her marriage alliance was switched to Jing Cong, the eldest son of the family.

Jing Cong is exactly her type, but unfortunately, he’s a stern, cold workaholic.

To make life a little more fun, Sang Lu gradually sheds her good-girl facade.

She thinks that no matter how much she flirts, Jing Cong will remain a boring, two-dimensional character.

But every bit of that facade shatters when the man who loves her to the depths of his soul returns. The paper-doll expression on his face finally gives way to emotion as he pins her against the railing at Hua’en Temple, grips her chin, and lets cracks show in the calm mask he’s been wearing. “Do you love him?”

Sang Lu: “No.”

Jing Cong’s throat bobs. “Did you ever love him?”

Sang Lu’s silence sends Jing Cong over the edge.

Jing Cong, heir to the Jing family, is a natural king at the negotiating table. To him, marriage is nothing but an exchange of benefits and a duty to continue the family line.

He agrees to be the substitute, registering his marriage to Sang Lu in place of his runaway younger brother.

He never imagined he would one day fall in love with her, give up everything for her, or even be willing to die for her.

When Sang Lu asks for a divorce so she can be free, he kisses her frantically. “Sang Lu, you were the one who provoked me. Don’t even think about escaping for the rest of your life.”