[Mistaken flirtation] [A man who abstains from women] [Addictive sweetness] [Putting scumbags in their place] [Over-the-top doting] [Marriage by agreement]
Su Ci was Lu Ziheng's ideal supportive wife. She gave him everything and stood by him as he climbed from the mud to success.
But once he had made it, he turned around and married his first love, Lin Xue, then made Su Ci take the blame for being infertile. She died a miserable death in the dead of winter.
When she opened her eyes, she was back at the ridiculous engagement banquet in 1982.
Lu Ziheng put on a devoted act. “A Ci, Xue'er is frail. We should take good care of her.”
Su Ci swept her hand across the table, sending the banquet crashing to the floor, then slapped the scumbag across the face. “Take care of her? Why don't you donate yourself and give her a healthier body?”
In the chaos, she crashed into a solid, cool-scented embrace.
The man was Lu Ziheng's formidable younger uncle, Xie Yanci, the “Living Hades” whom everyone in the compound feared.
Su Ci had a sudden idea: the best way to get back at the scumbag was to become his elder for the rest of his life!
She grabbed the man's shirt, the corners of her eyes reddening, and asked in a soft, trembling voice, “Uncle, he teamed up with outsiders to bully me. Are you going to do something about it?”
Xie Yanci, who was rumored to avoid women, looked at the calculating little fox in his arms. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he answered without hesitation. “I will. Marry me, and I'll make him kneel and serve you tea every day.”
After the wedding, everyone in the compound waited to see Su Ci make a fool of herself.
Instead, Lu Ziheng had to respectfully call her “Auntie,” and Xie Yanci exposed Lin Xue's fake-sweet tricks on the spot.
Late at night, the man rumored to be cold and detached trapped her behind the door. His heated breath brushed her ear. “Cici, our agreement never said I couldn't exercise my rights as your husband.”
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