A Quiet Joy in the Capital

Pampered, spoiled heiress × Powerful, fatherly big shot from Beijing

Age gap | Marriage first, love later | Hero with an intensely possessive streak | The ultimate doting romance | Mutual devotion | Powerful man goes crazy for love and bows down

There’s a saying among Beijing’s elite: “You can provoke the King of Hell, but never Chu Jinheng.” He’s ruthless and decisive.

The stupidest thing Song Qinghuan ever did was mistake Chu Jinheng for Chu Jiangping, the man who had stolen her graduation project.

“Chu Jiangping! Give me back my painting!”

He didn’t explain or push her away.

A week later, Song Qinghuan went to the Chu residence to apologize.

With her household registration booklet in hand.

Chu Jinheng’s terms were simple: marry him, get her graduation project back, and spare the Song family.

Song Qinghuan gritted her teeth and agreed.

At first, it was nothing but a transaction.

He wanted the old lady’s enormous inheritance; she wanted her things back.

They each got what they needed, and neither owed the other anything.

One month into their marriage.

“Baby, other people’s spouses call to check up on them. Could you call me too when I go out?”

“I’ll see how you behave!”

Song Qinghuan also shed her good-girl act, becoming capricious, wild, and hard to tame.

And the once coldhearted, ruthless living King of Hell became Song Qinghuan’s little follower.

He gave her the very best, showering her with special treatment and spoiling her rotten.

“Your lady here is sore.”

“I’ll massage you.”

“Your lady here wants to go shopping.”

“Sure. I’ll buy that whole block of land. It’ll all be yours.”

That year, the man who had never believed in Buddha stood before the shrine in Xinghuan Temple, raising three sticks of incense above his head.

“May she have joy in abundance and peace for years to come.”

“May everything bring her joy.”

He made every wish for her.