Married in Thirty Minutes: The Tycoon Spoils His Sweetheart

The night Su Yueli was kicked out of her home, rain poured from the sky.

Her blood sugar dropped and she fainted by the roadside. A Rolls-Royce happened to drive past.

When she woke, a nurse handed her a business card bearing three gold-embossed characters: Ouyang Lin.

As she went home to pack, her parents again pressured her to meet an abusive man, offering a bride price of three hundred thousand.

On the day she was locked in her room and forced into a blind date, she shakily dialed that number.

The call connected. “May I speak to Mr. Ouyang Lin?”

“This is he.”

“Will you marry me?”

Silence fell on the other end.

It didn’t last long, perhaps only three or four seconds. But in those few seconds, Su Yueli heard her own heartbeat, pounding from her chest against her eardrums.

Then his voice came back, a little lower than before but still steady:

“Have you made up your mind?”

Su Yueli looked down at her hand. A patch of tape from an IV cannula still clung to the back of her right hand. She hadn’t peeled it off cleanly, and a ring of sticky residue remained.

“I have.”

She heard the faint sound of paper being folded on the other end, followed by a chair moving.

“Give me your address,” Ouyang Lin said. “I’ll send someone to pick you up.”

A whirlwind marriage after just thirty minutes, followed by the domineering CEO’s lavish love and devotion.

The rule is simple: whatever his sweetheart wants, she gets.