Everyone in the capital circle knew that Lu Chenyan was not easy to mess with. Thirty-four years old, divorced once, with a bad temper, heavy smoking habit, and a reputation for being a free-spirited person.
Until he married Shen Qingyin.
The twenty-six-year-old young pianist is cold and quiet, and he is not from the same world no matter how he looks at it.
Everyone thought this was a deal - she needed money to treat her father, and he needed a wife to answer to his grandfather. A marriage contract, everyone gets what they need. She lived in her apartment, he went about his business, and the only intersection was a monthly family dinner.
But Lu Chenyan began to "pass through" her life.
Backstage at a late-night concert, his Maybach happened to be parked on the side of the road. She casually mentioned that she wanted to drink oat milk, and the next day there was an extra box in the refrigerator. She scratched her finger while practicing the piano, so he "bought the ointment conveniently" and placed it in front of her.
Every "passing by" is a long-planned approach. Every "smooth" sentence is full of unspeakable affection.
He hid all his tenderness and approached her in the clumsiest way. She put away all her thoughts and responded to him in the most restrained manner.
It wasn't until the piano that had been dusted for more than ten years was reopened and Chopin's nocturne sounded in the piano room late at night that he discovered that this marriage that started as a transaction had become the thing he least wanted to lose in his life.
In the past year, he has been a gangster in Beijing and he is a cool pianist. He married first and fell in love later. They married in secret and had an ambiguous relationship.
"Mr. Passing by, how many more times are you going to pass by?"
"Passing by until the day you don't need me anymore."
