A Beijing Marriage Before Love

Beijing social circles | Marriage before love | Showbiz | Two powerful families | A forced marriage with a happy ending

Cold, aloof, breathtaking top-tier star × celebrated author in literary circles

Jiang Luo was hailed by everyone in Beijing's elite compounds as a gifted heir. From childhood, he had been impeccably mannered, gentle, and restrained, the perfect successor in the eyes of his elders.

That changed the day a crashing sound rang out from the Jiang family residence. A crowd of rich heirs crept to the corners to eavesdrop and peek.

They saw Jiang Luo, usually so composed and refined, emerge with a clear wound on his forehead and a murderous air about him. He plunged headfirst into the chaotic entertainment industry and founded BJ Entertainment.

A year later,

Jiang Luo returned from overseas as the entertainment industry's unanimously recognized breathtaking top-tier star, with over a hundred million fans. Since his debut, he had never had a scandal or even a hint of romance. He never appeared on variety shows or courted publicity, and kept his private life intensely secret.

Bai Fu was the breakout top-tier author Eri, who had swept every online ranking through her own efforts. Every one of her books was hailed as a masterpiece. Her elegant, striking prose had captivated millions of readers.

A reporter boldly asked her about her private love life.

Bai Fu's expression remained calm. She found the camera and named someone from the Cheng family.

The Cheng family was a medicine dynasty with a century of history, its true depths unfathomable.

Among the younger generation, Cheng Zheng was undoubtedly the standout.

That night, beneath the heavy darkness,

Jiang Luo pinned her against the wall and held her in his arms. He bit her lower lip until it bled, leaving his mark on her. "You're mine."

The light was dim, and desire surged between them.

"Are you crazy? I have an event this week!" Bai Fu pushed him away and turned her head to avoid his eyes.

A few days later,

at the event, Bai Fu stood shoulder to shoulder with Cheng Zheng, promoting the expansion of a medical project overseas. They looked perfect together, a match made in heaven.

The whole internet went wild shipping the two of them, and rumors spread everywhere.

In the shadows of the crowd, Jiang Luo's eyes were red above his face mask. "Wifey, I was wrong... Come home, okay?"

"The pilot misses you."

"I... miss you too."

At the same time, BJ Entertainment's official account posted proof of a massive money transfer and announced with a flourish:

[Heard the boss's wife wants to support charity. We're backing her all the way.]

Even the Jiang Group, with its businesses spanning the globe and every industry, made a grand public declaration.

A clear photo of a marriage certificate went viral, accompanied by a blunt caption:

"@Eri, our daughter-in-law. Legally married."

The news sent the entire internet into an uproar, and the trending topics were instantly dominated.

#JiangLuoIsAHopelessRomantic shot to the top of the charts and set the internet ablaze.

Haters continued to sneer, insisting it was all publicity and that an aloof, celibate top-tier star would never marry young.

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Princess × Slave: "Wolfdog"

Deaf painter × Female reporter: "The Hideaway"

"Wolfdog"

[Arrogant, radiant princess × mad-dog, deranged young emperor]

On the day her kingdom fell, Song Sangluo went from a pampered princess to a fallen captive, offered up by her father and brothers to the mad emperor of Daliang.

Yin Ji was peerlessly handsome, but his temperament was vicious and erratic. The ministers called him a tyrant who had murdered his father and brother to seize the throne, and a madman.

What Song Sangluo feared most was the moment night fell and they lay together. He would wipe her lashes with his bloodstained hand, smiling as he watched her shudder with disgust and fear. "Your Highness, are you afraid of me?"

Not long after becoming his caged bird, Song Sangluo died suddenly.

At the time, her ghost thought: I've put up with so much. Now it's my turn to haunt Yin Ji in his dreams.

What she didn't know was this: after her death, Yin Ji held no funeral, buried her nowhere, and raised no headstone. He sealed her chambers exactly as they had been and guarded the empty palace day and night.

Yin Ji was like a wild dog, free to do as he pleased and answerable to no one. From then on, he became a remorseless killer, drowning the city in blood.

The whole world became a brutal funeral offering to his dead wife.

Song Sangluo: That bastard is all an act.

One day, she was reborn, back on the eve of her sixteenth birthday, before she was to be married.

Song Sangluo opened her eyes and remembered the madman who smiled as he wiped away blood. A chill ran through her.

She was now a pampered, highborn princess, radiant and willful. Yin Ji was not yet the Daliang emperor who ruled life and death with an iron fist.

To keep her tragic fate from repeating itself, Song Sangluo decided to strike first. She took her guards and searched every pleasure district in the city, finally finding Yin Ji at the largest arena.

The frail boy was pinned in the mud beneath a vicious beast's claws. Chains bound all four of his limbs, and muddy water mixed with blood trickled down, soaking his sinister, twisted features.

Laughter filled the hall. The powerful drank and toasted, cups clinking merrily.

Song Sangluo stood in the stands, her heart pounding.

She knew this was the madman who had given her nightmares every night in her previous life.

She should... take revenge on him.

But she couldn't bring herself to do it.

So Song Sangluo took Yin Ji back to the palace and raised him with great care, giving him every advantage. She hired the best tutors, dressed him in the finest clothes, and served him the most exquisite food.

She carefully raised the little madman as her "lifeline," hoping that one day, when he ascended the throne, he would remember her kindness and spare her life.

[Yin Ji's perspective]

Yin Ji was base and filthy. Nobody treated him like a human being. In everyone's eyes, he was nothing but a wild dog to be used for their amusement.

Except Song Sangluo.

At his most wretched, she pulled him out of the abyss.

At first, Yin Ji thought the little princess's spoiled temperament would soon make her tire of him.

But day after day,

the boy grew utterly obedient in her presence. He reined in his bloodlust and fury, learned to wash the blood away, and lowered his head meekly for her to do as she pleased, like a dog finally tamed.

But Song Sangluo didn't notice how Yin Ji's gaze grew darker and darker.

Nor did she notice that the people who spoke ill of her were disappearing one by one, without a trace.

Later, the boy grew up upright and proper, and everything took a different turn from his previous life. Song Sangluo gathered her savings, ready to marry someone and put her escape-and-retire plan into action.

"You raised me, and now you want to marry someone else?"

Yin Ji smiled gently, his eyes red. A jade hairpin pierced his palm, and blood ran between his fingers.

Song Sangluo backed away in fear. "You've grown powerful enough to reclaim your throne. You should go back and take it."

Yin Ji's smile vanished in an instant.

He advanced step by step, cornered her against the wall, and tucked the bloodstained jade hairpin into her hair.

The jade was cold, his blood warm, and drop by drop it fell onto her cheek.

Yin Ji lowered his head and deliberately wiped the blood from her face with his stained fingers, pleased to see the little princess soiled by his blood.

"Blood on red silk can count as a wedding gift. Why not let me go with you as your dowry? Either way, I'm a dog the princess raised and trained." He tilted his head and smiled like an innocent child. "As for whether I'm a caged bird... what would a dog know about that?"

Theme: Let love be her armor, protecting her from worry year after year.