The Jasmine Wedding

The year Cen Moli turned twenty-two, she did something that left everyone dumbfounded. She got married in a flash to a rich young heir she'd only met twice. One was the third son of the prominent Zhou family in the capital's elite circles; the other, a well-behaved girl from a family fallen on hard times. One was born to privilege, the other was as lowly as mud beneath the earth. Worlds apart, they didn't seem like a match at all. * At first, everyone in their social circle assumed Zhou Yanlin had rushed into marriage just to appease his family. He'd keep drinking and partying as usual, and even months after getting their marriage certificate, supposedly he hadn't set foot in their marital home. As for his new wife, a beauty with a face like a lotus, she was nothing more than a decoration. After all, who didn't know that Third Young Master Zhou was impossible to get close to? Countless society girls and heiresses had fawned over him, yet he'd never shown any of them favor. How could such an aloof, untouchable man possibly be won over by a little down-and-out jasmine flower? * It wasn't until a year into the marriage that his childhood friends began to sense something was off.