Shen Zichen drafted the contract himself, binding Su Xuanxuan to his side with a marriage agreement, unwilling to admit that he had fallen for her.
He always remembered how dazed she had been after being drugged when they first met, and the ingratiating look on her brother’s face.
So whenever Su Xuanxuan tried to explain herself, he thought it was laughable.
A woman so calculating wasn’t worth trusting, not even a little.
After they married, he coldly watched as she was bullied and framed, never once stepping in to help.
Until one day, she curled up on the sofa, clutching her stomach, her face as pale as paper.
Shen Zichen rushed over and lifted her into his arms. His voice trembled, though he didn’t even realize it. “What’s wrong?”
The family doctor stammered nervously, “Madam is just having menstrual cramps...”
That night, he sat by her bed, watching her sleep with her brow still furrowed. For the first time, he noticed the thin calluses on her fingertips and the old scars on her wrist.
Afterward, night after night, under the light of his study, he memorized every moment when she was vulnerable:
Her pale face when she had morning sickness, the stubborn look in her eyes when she was framed, and the hand that unconsciously clutched his sleeve in her sleep.
When Su Xuanxuan discovered...
