A Kiss That Lures the Sweetheart

[Marriage First, Love Later + A Gentle, Slow-Burning Sweet Romance + Both Are Each Other's Only One + Secret Crush + Age Gap]

[Powerful Doctor vs. Cherished Swan]

Yun Xi married into the powerful Jiang family while still in college, tempted by the handsome young master Jiang.

He was the odd one out in the Jiang family: instead of going into business, he studied medicine.

Rumor had it that he kept women at a distance, was aloof and chaste, and was obsessively clean.

The day after their wedding, he left her behind and went abroad for further training.

They met again a month later, at a bar.

“Yun Xi, was your husband any good on your wedding night? Was he strong? What score would you give him?”

Yun Xi took the bet like a good sport. “Of course he was great. I give him 101!”

“But your husband went abroad right after you got married. Your life must be rough!”

Yun Xi was unbothered. “It was a marriage of convenience with no feelings involved. It doesn't matter.”

As everyone teased her, little did they know that Jiang Chenyang had already returned to the country and was standing right behind them.

Outside the villa, Jiang Chenyang tapped the steering wheel, his gaze inscrutable.

“Mrs. Jiang, there's something I'd like to ask you before you get out.”

Yun Xi tensed. “What is it?”

“That 101 score: were you satisfied with my performance that night, or were you complaining that I did it so many times you were too exhausted to get out of bed?”

Later, faced with Jiang Chenyang's insatiable demands, Yun Xi raised the white flag.

But Dr. Jiang sweetly claimed it was all for the sake of building their relationship.

Later still, the usually calm and self-possessed youngest son of the Jiang family shattered every rumor about him.

In the pouring rain, he knelt on one knee and personally dried his little wife's feet.

Yun Xi had always wondered why a refined gentleman like Jiang Chenyang, admired by every socialite, had chosen her.

She only found out when she saw the entire wall covered with her photographs.

There was no such thing as a match made in heaven. Someone had simply planned it all from the start.