She Calls Him Classmate Wen by Day, but He Makes Her Call Him Husband at Night

Everyone said Wen Zhi had hit the jackpot. A bastard daughter who had returned from the countryside had somehow married into the top-tier Fu family as a substitute bride, becoming Fu Yanchen’s wife. Rumor had it that Fu Yanchen was cold and abstinent, with an extreme aversion to germs. He disinfected his hand three times with alcohol if a female secretary so much as touched it. On the day they registered their marriage, he handed her an agreement: a three-year marriage, kept secret, and twenty billion yuan if she gave birth to an heir. Wen Zhi nodded obediently. “All right, Mr. Fu.” Everyone thought she was a pushover who could be manipulated at will. Only Fu Yanchen knew that on their wedding night, the little woman in his white shirt had hooked her arms around his neck and called him “Hubby.” A good girl at school by day, a little temptress who drove him wild at home by night. Later, someone at Jing University saw the elusive Professor Fu cornering a female student in the hallway. He took off his gold-rimmed glasses, his voice low and husky. “Miss Wen, weren’t you quite vocal last night?” The whole school erupted. No one knew that the girl who made Professor Fu lose control was the very wife he had kept secret for three years. Even fewer knew that every night, under the pretext of trying for a baby, he pinned her against the headboard and made her beg for mercy again and again. They had agreed on a marriage of convenience, each getting what they wanted. How did it end with him holding her tight, eyes red, and saying, “We’re not getting divorced. I’ll give you my life.”