After Our Flash Marriage, Fu Is Cold by Day and Clings to Me at Night

To repay my enormous debts, I agreed to Fu Sihan's terms.

To be his "wife in name only" for one year.

Everyone in Jiangcheng knew that Fu Sihan, the president of the Fu Group, had someone special hidden in his heart.

And my features happened to bear a seven-out-of-ten resemblance to hers.

They laughed at me for being the cheapest substitute, a knockoff anyone could buy with money.

Fu Sihan never denied it, either. By day, he was distant and cold toward me, treating me like a mere ornament.

But no one knew that every night, this famously cold-blooded business tycoon would climb into my bed, exhausted, and bury his face against my neck, breathing in as if he couldn't get enough.

Only by my side could he sleep peacefully.

I kept to my place, playing the part of a heartless tool.

Until one rainy night, the woman he called his white moonlight returned from abroad and publicly humiliated me at a banquet.

I poured the entire glass of red wine over her head, then turned to look at Fu Sihan, standing not far away.

Everyone waited for him to fly into a rage, and for me, the substitute, to be thrown out.

Instead, he walked through the silent crowd, took off his suit jacket and draped it over my shoulders, then put an arm around my waist in front of everyone. His voice rang coldly through the room:

"Allow me to introduce Wen Wan, the one and only wife of Fu Sihan."

"From now on, anyone who disrespects her is my enemy."

That night, when we got home, he kissed me for the first time, losing control as he whispered breathlessly in my ear:

"Wen Wan, we've played this charade long enough."

"All I've ever wanted was you."

It turned out that the marriage everyone thought was a transaction was his long-planned reunion with me, ten years in the making.