After a Flash Marriage, the Cold Pei CEO Loses His Cool Every Night

At twenty-four, Song Nanqiao had checked off all of life’s major milestones: getting pregnant, having a whirlwind wedding, and marrying into one of the wealthiest families around.

Her husband, Pei Qingyan, was the head of the Pei Group: handsome and refined, aristocratic, and a man of few words. On their wedding night, he said, “This is just a marriage of convenience. Let’s simply treat each other with respect.”

Song Nanqiao obediently nodded, thinking, Just what I wanted.

One day, she complained to her best friend, “Mr. Pei isn’t very good in bed. He’s all brute force, with no technique.”

Right then, the man with the supposedly poor technique sneezed twice.

Later, Song Nanqiao rubbed her aching lower back and asked him in a hoarse voice, “Pei Qingyan, didn’t you say we should treat each other with respect?”

He pulled her into his arms, his voice low and husky. “I did. But I’ve changed my mind.”