They marry first and fall in love later. He coldly insists they sleep in separate rooms, but when she has surgery, he quietly waits six hours for her to come out of the operating room. She says her stomach feels bad, and the next day there’s stomach-soothing porridge on the table. His words are as cold as ice, but everything he does is so warm it sets her heart racing. Then one day, he shields her and says with red-rimmed eyes, “Who dares lay a hand on her?” Only then does Su Nianqing realize this marriage was never a transaction. From beginning to end, it was his carefully planned, all-consuming devotion.
