[Marriage planner vs. Chinese literature professor]
[Sensitive, resilient Jiangnan lady vs. refined, aristocratic eldest son]
Two prominent families / The powerful one bows his head / Bittersweet romance / Both leads are each other’s only one / Mutual salvation
When Yuan Yang first met Yu Zhixian, what stuck in her mind was his pair of dark, deep, indifferent eyes.
He sat steadily behind the mist rising from the tea, like a uniquely shaped mountain that made her instinctively wary. “Miss Yuan, you don’t need to be so guarded around me.”
So he’d seen right through her from the very first glance. This man was no ordinary person.
Only later did she learn that years ago, the Yuan family had promised their daughter’s hand to the Yu family out of gratitude for their kindness. She could never understand why, and her grandmother always said she’d find out one day.
The gentleman from Beiping never got angry. He simply listened attentively, his expression always calm. He never smiled.
After they married, he noticed that she was always watching his expression when she spoke, as though trying to decipher him.
Yu Zhixian realized that his wife from Jiangnan seemed to be growing interested in him. “Madam, it’s perfectly proper for you to study me. Look all you like.”
Yuan Yang blushed, then gave him a thumbs-up. “You really are a kind and generous Bodhisattva of a man…”
Whenever she looked toward him, past one mountain after another, he understood the subtle rhythms of her little hills.
Later, the mountain stood halfway divided.
