Our Wedding Night

[A sensitive, suspicious young woman and a devoted, guiding gentleman; powerful man lowering himself for love, both with no other partners, love after marriage, and a slow-burn sweet romance] Marrying Shen Huaijin was an accident, but also the only sensible choice. She had come from a small county town in a remote corner of the country to Jingbei and needed a place to live. He needed a clean bedmate who wouldn't meddle in his affairs. He was notorious in Jingbei's elite circles for his cold heart, keeping everyone at a distance, and scheming at every turn. Everyone said they were worlds apart and could never last, and that she should forget about marrying up. Who could have guessed what happened later... The first day he came back from a business trip after their wedding, he said, “If I don't come home, how am I supposed to make up for our wedding night?” Four months into their marriage: “Those men out there all have ulterior motives. Stay away from them.” Five months into their marriage: “Are you made of wood? Everyone else knows to check up on their husband, but you don't!” Six months into their marriage: “Honey, let's not get divorced. I'm begging you.” A year into their marriage: “Worlds apart? I was the one begging her to grant me the privilege of taking up half her bed.” This cold, heartless man discovered the sweetness of life in the most ridiculous, perfunctory marriage of all, and before long, he was falling helplessly into her boundless tenderness. The old man who used to be the most scornful of henpecked husbands in his circle started willingly keeping to the rules of male virtue, and began coming home earlier and earlier, too.