First Love Starts After Marriage

[It's a little difficult to advance the main text, so I'm going to open another one next door for the time being] Marry first, fall in love later/The one in superior position bows his head/The male protagonist is attracted first/The age difference is 7 Coldhearted and self-disciplined capitalist * Romantic and slow little painter Jin Yan, the new leader of the Jin family, married the youngest daughter of the Ning family. Everyone in the industry thinks this is a loveless business marriage. After all, Jin Yan has always been reserved and aloof, a workaholic with no life, his schedule is precise from morning to night, and his aura of 2.8 Meters during meetings can make interns cry on the spot. But Ning Jiaming is sweet, romantic and casual. She wants to paint, translate novels, get up in the middle of the night, eat ice cream and watch old movies from the last century. These two are not the same people at all. Friends are all guessing whether it is the man who gets tired of the delicate girl first, or the woman who gets tired of the old-fashioned girl first. However, long after the marriage, Jin Yan still wears the ring on her hand well, and Ning Jiaming's circle of friends is still posting beautiful pictures of the cats they raised together. Onlookers: We were careless - Ning Jiaming initially thought that the marriage partner arranged by her family was Jin Huai, who she had been fooling around with since childhood. Unexpectedly, it was his serious elder brother Jin Yan She was not familiar with Mr. Jin. She had only met him a few times when she was a child, and she honestly called him "brother." She doesn't get along with him in any way, but this man always pretends to be an elder and controls her. It's really disgusting. In her eyes, Jin Yan is a ruthless and hollow capitalist, a mist that she cannot see through. There is no possibility of them falling in love, they are just a superficial couple who each get what they need. Until one year after marriage, after a quarrel The man got away from the boring meeting and took a night flight to Paris to find her The black coat wrapped her tightly in the rain, and her noble and cold face frightened away the pursuing suitors around her. The heavy rain dispersed the thick fog and wetted his eyes His voice was restrained, "You have to remember to go home after you've had enough fun, okay?" In the studio, the tie tied her hands all night long. Afterwards Ning Jiaming inadvertently unlocked Jin Yan's phone and found a memo named "Princess Xiaoming"—— "Remember to remind her to take her medicine on time every day." "The painter she talked about opened a new exhibition and asked her assistant to make an appointment in advance." "Staying up late again secretly, I will go home earlier to supervise her sleeping." ——Edited one year ago "When the weather gets cold, my wife likes to stay in bed and hug me like an octopus... Very cute." "Recently, I often have a dry throat when I sleep with her. It may be a cold or a fever. I want to avoid contagion." "I am dissatisfied when I meet her former suitor, but I can't show it. After all, I am the official palace." ——Edited five months ago "Loving her might be something as simple as breathing." ——Edited three months ago "She hasn't come home yet. She even took her favorite bear with her." "Must book a flight for tonight." ——Edited yesterday "You have to be more restrained when... In the future. She has fair skin, will leave marks, and loves to cry. She needs to be coaxed." ——Edited 30 minutes ago Ning Jiaming:（////） The first love in life seems to start after marriage >< - The copywriting may continue to be slightly revised, but the theme remains the same~~ Marriage first, then love, from unfamiliar confrontation to young couple bonding, the male protagonist is first attracted to secret love Probably: A daddy who is a domineering outsider and always worries about his wife inside x a dull sweet girl who has fantastic thoughts every day and is completely unaware that she has a crush on her Intention: Love burns fiercely in silence