Marriage first, love later + the powerful one learns to bend + both are each other’s one and only.
On the day we got married, Shen Shu said, “We don’t interfere in each other’s lives. We each do our own thing.”
I nodded, moved into the spare bedroom, and treated myself like a roommate.
Until one day, at a business dinner, he was drugged and set up, and I helped him back to his room.
The man who was always so calm and self-controlled grabbed my wrist in his haze. The corners of his eyes were red, and his voice was hoarse, almost pleading:
“Don’t go... Does the contract also say you can just leave me alone?”
Later, when he came to his senses, I thought everything would go back to normal.
But beneath the lights of the emergency room, I saw this man who managed hundreds of billions in funds crouched in front of me, cradling my injured hand and gently blowing on it.
The nurse said, “Your boyfriend is so sweet.”
He looked up and corrected her seriously: “I’m her husband.”
It turned out all it took to melt an iceberg was for him to lower his head.
