When I was eighteen years old, I became Shen Huaigu's fiancée.
Everyone in Beijing knew that the Crown Prince of the Shen family was cold and dignified and hated this forced marriage. But in the old days - freshmen in the art department, last in professional classes, nothing but that face.
In his eyes, she was a canary that he kept for fun.
Until one day, Shen Huaigu discovered:
The paintings he couldn't ask for for twenty million dollars were painted by her at home;
The firewall of his company that was hacked was repaired by her while eating potato chips;
He has been looking for the white moonlight for ten years, and the jade pendant is hanging around her neck.
He thought he was "taking care" of her.
As everyone knows, in the past five years, every insomnia he had was cured by the incense she mixed; every crisis he had was quietly resolved by her; the person he searched the world for was on his WeChat blacklist every day.
When all the vests were peeled off layer by layer, Shen Huaigu looked at the old man who was sitting on the sofa watching anime, and his voice was astringent:
"So, I was the last to know?"
In the old days, I took a bite of potato chips and smiled innocently:
"Well, are you surprised?"
