A Slow-Burning Newlywed Romance: Married First, Love Later

For her family’s benefit, Wen Zhixia entered into a contract marriage with Fu Sinian, the most untouchable man in the capital.

He was stern and rigid, cold and taciturn. Even the dark sandalwood Buddhist beads on his wrist gave off an icy air of abstinence.

Wen Zhixia was well-behaved, treating herself as nothing more than a tenant living in his house.

But gradually, things started to feel off.

They agreed to sleep in separate rooms, yet he kept slipping into hers late at night, kissing her forehead and wishing her good night.

They agreed not to interfere in each other’s lives, but she casually mentioned wanting pastries from the south side of town, and the next day the chef from that century-old shop became her personal cook.

Even when she fell ill, he would turn down billion-yuan contracts and awkwardly coax her into taking her medicine.

Then one day, a photo of Fu Sinian kneeling to put her shoes on spread throughout the capital’s high society.

Her best friend teased her, “Has your fearsome husband really been brought down from his pedestal by you?”

Nestled in the man’s arms, Wen Zhixia muttered softly, “He’s not fearsome at all. He’s actually… really good at taking care of me.”