[Fake dating + fake romance turned real + rekindled love, the hero falls first]
A beauty who uses her looks to get away with murder, sweet and gentle on the surface but a schemer underneath VS a cold-on-the-outside, warm-on-the-inside king who only listens to his wife, a hopeless romantic
[The Hero’s Version]
The Qi family of Jingxi never arranges marriages, while the Fu family of Chinan considers arranged marriage a tradition.
The Fu family’s third son, Fu Siheng, was born rebellious. With his wealthy upbringing and sharp mind, he’d done plenty of things that hurt others without benefiting himself. He was Chinan’s most famous spendthrift, a classic case of a good family producing a bad son.
On the first day his phone started ringing nonstop with calls from his family, Fu Siheng finally got so fed up that he grabbed some random girl off the street and took her to the marriage registry.
Fu Siheng discovered that his new wife was beautiful, but never smiled.
The only time she did was when he tricked her into going to the registry by saying, “You can manage the money.”
Fu Siheng thought: Hah. She’s just a woman with dollar signs in her eyes. Smile or don’t, whatever.
Who could have guessed that she wouldn’t just love money, but would be incredibly stingy, too? The very day he handed over control of the household finances, she put it in writing: He’d get just twenty yuan a day for spending money.
The spendthrift: ???
One day, Fu Siheng was waiting for his allowance so he could head out to work when he watched his dazzlingly beautiful wife rummage through her pockets and come up with just two bills: one worth ten yuan and one worth five.
His wife looked troubled. “How about... making do with this?”
Fu Siheng couldn’t be bothered to argue. “Fine, fine.”
The next second, Fu Siheng nearly drowned in his wife’s gentle smile.
And so Fu Siheng’s life goal became finding ways to make his beautiful wife smile.
The next day, he offered to cut his allowance to fifteen yuan and, sure enough, received a stunning smile from his wife.
When he cut it to ten, her smile grew sweeter.
When he cut it to five, it got even sweeter.
When he gave up his allowance entirely, Fu Siheng died at the age of twenty-eight.
[The Heroine’s Version]
Tong Yan once made a solemn pledge to her friend: If she didn’t get into grad school, she’d find a man and get married!
The bad news: Someone else got the only spot.
The even worse news: She actually got married.
Walking out of the marriage registry, Tong Yan stared at the photo of herself and the devilishly handsome man against a red background. She still couldn’t believe she was married.
And to a man she’d only spoken three sentences to.
“Are you single?”
“Want to get married?”
“You can manage the money.”
That was all.
Tong Yan later found out that Fu Siheng had gotten his marriage license with her to reject his family’s arranged marriage and openly defy them. It had all been one big act.
Tong Yan didn’t care what was real or fake. It was enough that Fu Siheng was great at making money, and that he really did let her manage it.
A marriage for sex and money, with no feelings involved? Couldn’t be better.
But the marriage ended sooner than Tong Yan expected. So when she heard through the grapevine that Fu Siheng was about to be dragged home and shipped off to “marry for political ties,” Tong Yan, who had gotten into grad school on her second try, packed up the money and her acceptance letter and ran away in the middle of the night.
Then, halfway through her escape, she suddenly remembered: She hadn’t gotten divorced yet...
Thinking of how she’d have to go back the way she came and spend at least three days unable to walk normally, Tong Yan gritted her teeth and ran even faster.
When they met again,
Fu Siheng came to catch her himself.
From a hundred yards away, Tong Yan’s legs were already too weak to run.
The cool, sardonic man approached step by step, wearing a smile as he trapped her against the chair.
Tong Yan trembled. “Weren’t you... going to marry someone else?”
The man toyed with her earlobe and reminded her calmly, “Darling, bigamy is illegal.”
[The tiniest little scene]
One morning, long afterward,
Tong Yan reopened the case of “The Mysterious Disappearance of the Third Son of the Chinan Fu Family on the Eve of His Engagement,” which had been the talk of the town.
Curious, she carefully tucked the covers around the man beside her and casually asked him about it.
The man, holding her in his arms, answered lazily, “I told him there was no way I’d get divorced. You and I were trying for a baby, and if he was going to die of anger, he’d better pick the right time. Maybe he and I could still have another lifetime as father and son.”
Tong Yan’s cheeks burned. She whispered, “Your dad didn’t kill you?”
The man, who had demanded a deep good-morning kiss before answering, wasn’t ashamed in the slightest. In fact, he was proud. “No, he kicked me out of the house. So, does your family need a live-in son-in-law?”
Screenshot saved November 20, 2023.
Theme: Taking it easy now and then is good for your mental and physical health.
