The thing that Shen Yunshu regrets most in her life is not running away from marriage, but running away from the wrong marriage.
In order to avoid the fifty-year-old servant sent by her stepmother, she bribed the marriage team and married herself into the Xie Mansion - to Xie Jingxing, the eldest grandson of a sick man who was said to not survive this year.
Her plan was perfect: stun him, sign the divorce papers, disappear through the back door, and the sky would be high and the sea would be brighter from now on.
On the wedding night, the hijab was lifted and a hand grabbed her neck.
"I heard," Xie Jingxing slowly tightened his fingers, "You want to run?"
Shen Yunshu was stunned for a moment, then flicked the poison into his sleeve with his backhand, smiling with crooked eyebrows: "My husband misunderstood, I just want to collect the corpse."
——Then she discovered that the drug had no effect on him, He Lishu was burned by him, and the back door was blocked.
What's even more frightening is that on the surface, this man is coughing up blood and is about to die at any time, but secretly he is the master of the world's number one intelligence network, strategizing and ruthless.
She wanted to run, but he wouldn't let her.
She pretended to be weak, and he acted weak.
She poisons, he detoxifies.
She plotted, and he followed her plan.
The two of them have their own secrets, they sleep in the same bed while testing each other, and they fake it while joining forces to fight against the enemy.
Until one day, he pushed her against the wall, and there was no trace of illness in his eyes: "Madam, after acting for so long, it's time to fake it."
Shen Yunshu looked up at him, pressing his pulse with her fingertips - his heartbeat was as fast as a drum.
It turned out that he was the one who was tempted first.
