Newlywed and Cherished

Feng Ziyu is the third grandchild in the Song family. After going missing for eighteen years, she grew up in a remote town in the southwest. Apart from her pure, delicate face, she has no special talents, and she didn't inherit even half of the Song family's high-IQ genes. An utterly ordinary girl, she returned to the Song family and became everyone's darling. So when her eldest cousin was in agony over an arranged marriage into another wealthy family, she stepped forward gently and asked, "So, would any daughter of the Song family do?" Zhong Wenyan, the eldest young master of the Zhong family of Jingbei, is one of the most prominent young men in the circle of the powerful. Elegant and composed, with cool, refined features, he brings to mind the saying: "A gentleman like jade, peerless among men." But those who know him understand that beneath his gentle appearance, he's cold and heartless, the most ruthless of all the young masters. On the very day Feng Ziyu married him, she felt the coldness deep in his bones. On their wedding night, he said flatly, "Apart from money, I can't give you anything in this marriage." Feng Ziyu: "..." Young Master Zhong really is such a good person! On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, she went to Yonghe Temple to pray and burn incense. Kneeling devoutly before the main hall, she clasped her hands and murmured, "Your humble believer, Feng Ziyu, asks for neither a shred of true love nor anything else. I only ask that Zhong Wenyan give me one hundred million after we divorce!" Young Master Zhong stood behind the vermilion-painted palace wall. His cold, noble face visibly darkened, while the friend beside him struggled so hard not to laugh that he nearly hurt himself. In the second year of their marriage, Feng Ziyu learned that Zhong Wenyan had an old flame from his youth, and that she was about to return from abroad. Feng Ziyu calculated how much money she'd managed to wring out of Zhong Wenyan over the past year. Eight figures. That was enough. So she took the initiative and asked for a divorce, thoughtfully taking the blame herself. "Let's get divorced. My first love is coming back soon. I've thought it over, and love matters more." Zhong Wenyan loosened his tie with one hand. "You don't want the hundred million anymore?" Feng Ziyu smiled. "Love can sustain you even when all you have is water. As long as I'm with the person I love, I'll be happy even without money." Zhong Wenyan leaned down and nipped at her lips. "One hundred billion. Stay with me for another hundred years." Late at night, Feng Ziyu pushed him away with a sweaty hand. With a face like a celestial white lotus, she uttered words that could make a tiger blush: "Is your hundred billion the trash in the wastebasket?" Zhong Wenyan laughed angrily and tormented her mercilessly. "If you've still got the strength to talk, then we can keep going." Feng Ziyu was so angry she ran back to the Song family. What elegant, composed young gentleman? He's a wolf in sheep's clothing. At night, he doesn't act like a human at all! Young Master Zhong was hooked. By day, he came to the Song house to behave like a proper person; by night, he came to the Song house to be her dog and make love (not really). "Baby, I've already transferred the hundred billion to you. I also bought the yacht you like, and the gemstone necklace from the latest collection is waiting for you to wear it. Come home, the soundproofing here isn't good." Bunny-like gentle white lotus girl X wolfish young master from a wealthy family Theme: Love the clear breeze and bright moon, the mountains and rivers, and the everyday joys of life, but love yourself most of all.