Fu Nanxu x Xie Qianyi
The good young lady dressed in black and white x the cold-faced doting wife Mr. Xie
When Fu Nanxu was six years old, she suffered from a high fever. When she woke up, she became the "idiot" of the Fu family.
Her parents felt sorry for her and no longer had strict requirements on her. Her sister protected her and said that all she needed to do was be happy.
She learned to play dumb. Because if you don't pretend, you won't get that tenderness.
But no one knew that she hid in bed every night and secretly read almost all the books in her father's study. No one knew that she could crack the firewall of Fu's laboratory at the age of thirteen. No one knows that she remembers everyone who bullied her——
Including the childhood sweetheart who once protected her, but later followed her sister and stepped on her.
She endured it for fourteen years, just waiting to grow up.
When she was twenty years old, her parents married her to the cold-faced King of Hell of the Xie family.
Xie Qianyi, twenty-four years old, controls half of the financial empire. It is said that he has never been close to women and is as cold as a machine without emotions.
On their wedding night, he sat across from her and looked at her for a long time.
Then he said something that almost made her lose her power——
"Stop pretending."
At that moment, she knew that there was really someone in this world who could see through her fourteen-year disguise at a glance.
But he didn't expose her.
He just said: "In front of me, there is no need to act."
——
Later she asked him: When did you start liking me?
He was silent for a long time, so long that she thought there would be no answer.
Then he said: First glance.
She was stunned: First sight? I was acting stupid at that time.
He looked into her eyes and said word by word:
"You pretend to be yours. I'll wait for mine."
——
When she was six years old, she fell into the long night.
At the age of twenty, the light finally came.
Intention: No matter how long the night is, there will eventually be a light.
