[One-on-one romance, both leads are inexperienced, sweet marriage-first-love-later story, fallen and proud heiress x devoted and faithful man of power]
When the Hai family was at its lowest, people in the capital spoke of Hai Yan with nothing but scorn and mockery
The day Lou Yujing arrived, a heavy snowfall blanketed the city.
He stood across the curtain of snow in front of the seized Hai family home, stark white against the world, radiating an icy aloofness.
“I’m here to ask for Hai Yan’s hand in marriage.”
He was Lou Yujing, founder of the Orland Group and the youngest tycoon in the capital to amass a fortune of over a hundred million.
Everyone else thought Hai Yan had hit the jackpot, but she knew she had no other choice.
On their wedding night, he pinned her against the corner of a table and kissed her until she could barely breathe. “Why did you marry me?”
Lou Yujing replied, “I need a clean, obedient, beautiful wife.”
The twentieth of each month became their unspoken day as husband and wife.
Every month, he was punctual and meticulous, like a robot without feelings.
Hai Yan played along, too, acting the part of a flawless wife.
Until one day, she noticed he was coming over more and more often.
After hesitating for a long time, Hai Yan pushed open the bathroom door. Steam curled in the air. “Mr. Lou, it isn’t the twentieth today.”
But he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the warm, damp mist.
The man kissed her beside the ear. “I’m more than happy to make an exception for my wife.”
…
On the day their divorce became official, she signed her name with a flourish and left.
His assistant opened the door. “Sir… Miss Hai got into Song Zhihe’s car and left.”
He had never smoked before, but he lit one cigarette after another, finishing two.
The tip of his pen hovered in midair for a long time, yet all he managed to write on the divorce agreement was the character for “wood.”
Every day without her, he was consumed by longing, day and night, with heartache eating away at him.
Until one day, a shocking photo made headlines in the capital.
At the airport, President Lou, his eyes red, clutched a woman’s wrist, looking utterly distraught as he pleaded in a low voice.
