A brilliant, cool yet radiant young painter × a refined, scheming rising star of the business world
[Marriage first, love later | Secret crush becomes mutual | | Both leads are devoted to each other]
When Wen Yun Zhao was eleven, both her parents died, and she was entrusted to the eldest son of the Wen family. Wen Heng cherished her like the apple of his eye.
She kept her girlish feelings secret for four years. Every page bore the same name.
Then one day, she heard him say with her own ears:
“I'll go through with the marriage alliance with the Li family as planned, and I'll arrange for Zhao Zhao to study abroad.”
“After that, I won't contact her again.”
That very night, Wen Yun Zhao left a letter and flew to England alone.
Only later did Wen Heng learn that she had already applied for the exchange program. She'd never planned to let him pave the way for her.
He sat in her empty room until dawn and opened her diary for the first time.
On the last page, he found these words:
“I hate Wen Heng.”
That year, he thought they had all the time in the world.
He saw her again a year later, at a charity gala.
On the garden terrace, the young woman stood in a pale pink dress, looking up as she spoke to a young man. Her features were strikingly lively, and her smile was brighter than before, yet she felt more unfamiliar than he had imagined.
Wen Heng could no longer control himself.
He pushed through the crowd and grabbed her wrist. His voice was so low and hoarse it barely sounded like his own. “Zhao Zhao, come home with me.”
Wen Yun Zhao froze for a moment.
The next second, the man beside her smoothly and naturally stepped in front of her to shield her, as if he'd imagined doing it countless times.
A faint smile played at his lips as he spoke in an even tone. “Mr. Wen, Zhao Zhao is my wife. Tonight, she's going home with me.”
If Wen Heng didn't cherish her, then he would.
This time, he didn't want to stand by and watch. He wanted to be at her side, openly and rightfully.
