The Substitute Bride Turns Out to Be Mr. Huo’s Secret Crush

On our wedding night, he slept in the study.

I breathed a sigh of relief. That was fine. We each got what we wanted, and wouldn’t bother each other.

One night, I woke up thirsty and went downstairs for a glass of water. As I passed the study, I saw that the door was ajar. Warm yellow light spilled through the gap.

I’m not in the habit of spying, but for some reason, my feet stopped.

He was sitting at the desk, not handling paperwork, but looking down at something. The lamplight softened his profile, making him look much less cold than he did during the day.

I saw what he was holding: a faded, handmade teddy bear. One button eye was missing, and the red stitching was crooked.

Memories swept over me in an instant. I’d given that little teddy bear to a beggar boy when I was eight, during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

So we’d met long ago.

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