Longing Through the Night: Marriage Before Love

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Marriage first, love later / seven-year age gap / both have no prior sexual experience

A sweet, frail girl who cries easily x a powerful, high-maintenance man with skin hunger

Fu Qingyuan was a pushover.

Just before graduating from college, she was forced into an arranged marriage.

Her intended was young, successful, and a legendary financial tycoon.

With a bodhisattva’s face and a devil’s heart, he had dominated the financial markets since his school days, driving his competitors to ruin. Everyone around him was like a dog at his feet.

Fu Qingyuan was instinctively afraid of a man so powerful, and every day she looked forward to getting divorced as soon as possible.

Yet night after night, and day after day, he would lick away her tears like a dog and beg in a low voice, “Yuanyuan, hold me.”

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Shen Zhuonian believed their marriage was destined not to last.

His new wife was timid and meek, afraid of pain and prone to crying. If he wasn’t careful, he’d give her a fever.

Shen Zhuonian planned to divorce her once he recovered from his illness.

He could give Fu Qingyuan plenty of money, status, and fame, and even provide her with other men.

But instead of getting better, his illness only grew “worse.”

His skin hunger triggered severe separation anxiety. Every second he couldn’t see Fu Qingyuan became unbearable.

He wished he could become her bones and flesh, the two of them joined at the hip like conjoined twins.

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A year into their marriage, Fu Qingyuan gradually realized Shen Zhuonian wasn’t some terrifying monster.

When she had menstrual cramps, he called in a doctor to help regulate her health, recorded her cycle in a notebook, and prepared nourishing medicine in advance. Afterward, he would even wash the stains from her underwear himself.

But Fu Qingyuan still decided to divorce him.

To her surprise, Shen Zhuonian calmly accepted her proposal.

With three parts guilt and seven parts joy, Fu Qingyuan left for a new life studying overseas.

Not long afterward, a new professor arrived at her school.

Broad shoulders, a narrow waist, long legs, beautifully defined forearms, and a chest that looked to be about 107 centimeters around. His face was the pinnacle of human design.

Looking at the man on the lecture platform, Fu Qingyuan felt a little awkward. After all, their divorce hadn’t been finalized yet.

After the lecture, she hurried home with her backpack, only to find that he had already let himself in.

“Want a divorce?” The man loosened his tie with one hand, smiling wickedly and flippantly. “Yuanyuan, you’re so naive.”

He advanced step by step, his cold lips pressing to hers, almost covering Fu Qingyuan’s ear. “Baby, the rumors are true. I really am a bastard.”

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