After I Picked Up a Cold-Faced Husband

I brought a handsome, cold-faced guy I found on the subway home, treated his low blood sugar, and figured he would leave.

But...

Day one: He didn't leave.

Day two: I invited him to order milk tea with me so we could meet the delivery minimum for Mixue Bingcheng.

Day three: He cleaned the whole house from top to bottom and even washed my underwear.

Day four: He listened quietly while I complained about my newly parachuted-in boss making my life miserable, ran a bath for me after I got drunk at a work dinner, and then got vomited on.

Drunken sex happened naturally enough.

Day five, day six... He still didn't leave.

Then I started calling him "hubby" without thinking, and he answered as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Then I woke up one morning to find he had left without a word. I told myself it was no big deal. So what if one person was gone?

...Wait, where do I keep my socks?

I went to work wearing two completely mismatched socks and suddenly got the news: the group's young master, who should have parachuted into his new position a month ago but had inexplicably never shown up, had finally arrived.

I was just about to see what the big shot who'd kept everyone waiting looked like when I looked up...

Hubby, why didn't you tell me...

That you were the damn group's young master?

● Poor girl x rich young master, one-on-one, both each other's first and only, happy ending

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● Synopsis written June 2, 2026, and archived.

Theme: Love arrives when you least expect it