Married first, love later · Business warfare · Really not close, but they sleep together
Jian Sheng married the president of the Lu Group, then went to work for his archrival's company the very next day.
On their wedding night, she said coolly, “We each get what we want. Don't take it seriously.” He took off his wedding ring and calmly replied with a single word: “Sure.”
From then on, she slept in the master bedroom and he in the guest room. They did everything married couples do in bed, yet by morning they couldn't even be bothered to exchange a perfunctory “Good morning.”
She thought he didn't care.
He didn't care when she changed jobs, when other men pursued her, or even when she said, “I don't love you.” This man was like a statue of ice, always cool and refined, never fazed by anything.
She was happy to have it easy. After all, theirs was just a marriage of convenience.
Until one late night, Jian Sheng sent a message from another city saying, “I'm feeling a little unwell.” At three in the morning, he appeared outside her hotel room. He still had a toll receipt in his pocket from the two-hour drive, but all he said was, “I was passing by.”
She was feverish and barely conscious as she leaned against him to take her medicine. His arm held her tight, as if he were afraid she might shatter. In that moment, she thought that perhaps this man did care after all.
But when she woke the next morning, he was gone. Breakfast sat on the coffee table, with no note.
Jian Sheng couldn't explain the emotion that welled up in her then.
Much later, someone asked her, “When did you fall in love with him?”
Jian Sheng thought for a long time before answering, “Maybe when he poached my client, when he sent me flowers without signing his name, or when he held me in the elevator... Or maybe it was even earlier, before I realized it myself.”
As it turned out, she was never the first one to fall in love.
