When she was handed over through a business marriage to the heir of Jiangcheng’s most powerful family, Xin Xin thought she was nothing but a sacrifice to her family’s interests. Rumor had it that President Fu was cold and ruthless. She nervously prepared herself for a marriage of icy politeness, only to be pinned against the door of their bridal suite on the very night they got their marriage certificates. His low voice carried a dangerous edge: “Mrs. Fu, our agreement never said we had to sleep in separate rooms.” He indulged her without limit and laid the whole world at her feet. But after she fell for him, he brought out an old, yellowed photograph. “Xinxin, I’ve been looking for you for ten years.” It turned out that every bit of his special affection was part of a long-planned reunion.
