A Top-Tier Newlywed

■ The bonus chapters are complete. No plagiarism or discourse in the comments. ■ Weibo: Sui Zhu Ye. Next book: "I Can't Have Mistaken My Husband, Can I?" [The romance of coercion / marriage first, love later / face-slapping and eating one's words / old flame rekindled / age gap of 12 years, older man and younger woman] The He family is a distinguished, influential clan renowned throughout Yanbei. He Zhengchao, the head of the group, is not only unmarried but also rarely involved in gossip. Wen Zhihe never imagined that such a towering figure would sit before her and propose marriage. She may be Cinderella, but Mr. He is no Prince Charming. He said he needed an obedient, sensible wife who would cooperate with him. They would marry under an agreement and divorce when the term ended. Wen Zhihe wasn't willing to take the job, until she saw the number on the card, an amount she could never hope to earn in her lifetime. "Do you have any requirements?" she asked. The man before her was urbane and elegant, a faint smile at his lips. "Just be obedient." - After they married, He Zhengchao treated her like a little bird to tease. He was indeed willing to give her whatever she asked for, enough to make her overlook his high demands in certain areas. But Wen Zhihe always understood that they had married to meet their own needs. An unequal relationship would eventually come to an end. Less than six months into their marriage, rumors that He Zhengchao had cheated began spreading. Her luxury-wife experience was about to expire. Wen Zhihe felt regretful, but she could accept it. Before heading to the countryside to shoot on location that evening, Wen Zhihe cautiously sent him a message to ask whether they should end their relationship early. Rain poured down, thunder roared and lightning flashed. He Zhengchao got out of the car, opened an umbrella, and pulled her up. His manner was detached and composed, but his voice was gentle. "Why are you running? You even lost a shoe. Surprised to see me?" - What Wen Zhihe feared most was the man who shed his mild-mannered facade: coercive, calm, impossible to resist. He was always in control, looking down at her with a faint, knowing smile as he held her tight and whispered: "Remember how this feels. Without me, no one else can give it to you." Habit is a frightening thing. She was ashamed to admit how much she depended on his control, how it had become an addiction that sank deep into her bones. Cultured, refined, charmingly depraved daddy x clearheaded, beautiful parasitic flower [Please note before reading] No cheating. The male lead is crazy, and the female lead is weak. Although the male lead is older, he has no white moonlight or ex-girlfriends, and he's still a virgin, pure and untouched. Before meeting the female lead, he wore a chastity belt. After meeting her, she held the key. ^ ^ I only like virgins. Anyone who's not a virgin gets hit with the brakes. This is not realistic fiction. The male lead is a fairytale from head to toe, and the female lead has marked him. *See the first chapter for detailed content warnings. Screenshots taken 2024/3/27. Second revision 2024/5/24. Final version 9.30, screenshots taken. ----Next book: "I Can't Have Mistaken My Husband, Can I?"---- From the time she was very young, Yaozhu knew that He Chengfeng wasn't her real uncle. While living in his care, she looked down on him and secretly liked him. But when he treated her with indifference, she gave up her girlish crush and became his sworn enemy. It was raining hard on the day they broke off their relationship. After hearing her harsh words, He Chengfeng simply wiped his glasses with cool composure and told someone to take her away. Yaozhu refused, sped off into the rain, and got into a car accident. When she opened her eyes again, her mind was muddled. Seeing He Chengfeng hurry over, travel-worn, she timidly called him, "Husband?" After the accident, Yaozhu not only lost her memory, but mistakenly believed that He Chengfeng was a desperate husband who loved her but could never have her, and who doted on her absolutely. Upon waking one day, she decided to make a good life with him. She would start by agreeing to live together. - To He Chengfeng, Ming Yaozhu was willful and spoiled, just a child throwing a tantrum. He never took her pranks to heart. But her behavior and condition after the accident forced him to face the fact that his little niece had hurt her brain. He accompanied her to watch the sunrise, admire snowy scenery, and ring in the New Year beneath the fireworks. He knew it was all to help her recover and regain her memories. Until one day, she regained her senses. When he saw the look of disgust in her eyes, he felt no relief at all. - On the hillside, the villa stood beneath a clear sky and bright moon. He Chengfeng lowered his eyes and wiped away the tear at the corner of her eye, asking why she was crying. Ming Yaozhu scolded him. "You took advantage of me while I had amnesia, even though you knew we weren't that kind of couple." She reached up to wipe her lips, but he caught her hand and pinned it firmly behind her waist. His hot breath brushed her ear. He Chengfeng's Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice turned hoarse. "Every night, you need this to fall asleep, and you keep asking me to do it again." "It's fine if you've forgotten." "I'll help you remember." #Cold, aloof uncle x #Desperate husband who dotes on her absolutely √ A dog begging for love, wagging his tail √ ----"Three Years of Mutual Respect" complete---- Before Qiao Baobei married Fu Yanqing, she was a shampoo girl at a hair salon. A twenty-year-old marrying a thirty-year-old man wasn't ideal, but Fu Yanqing was tall, broad-shouldered, and handsome. His honey-toned muscles beneath his tailored suit made him look like a ruthless man in a suit. She couldn't resist him, and she was a little attracted to him. After all, he was rich and willing to spend money, the heir to a top-tier wealthy family in Licheng, someone beyond her reach. After marriage, her petite figure filled out, and she became the most glamorous, dazzling rich wife in high society. - In their third year of treating each other with mutual respect, Qiao Baobei couldn't say she liked Fu Yanqing, but she was deeply dependent on him. Even though he often wore a stern expression, was self-restrained, courteous, and taciturn, and always insisted that she go to bed before nine at night, get up at seven in the morning, and have sex no more than five times a week... Qiao Baobei thought life would go on quietly and peacefully, until she ran into another man: her first love. Her first love had shed his boyish air. He wore glasses and was still cultured, elegant, and refined. She lamented that their youthful days were over, but her first love hadn't changed. They smiled and exchanged a few pleasantries. She didn't notice the man's gloomy, chilling gaze from a nearby Bentley. - That night, Qiao Baobei went to bed at nine as usual. When she awoke groggily in the middle of the night, she saw a huge figure leaning over her and cried out. Fu Yanqing's honey-colored back was muscular and strong. His rugged face was more stern than usual, and the corners of his eyes and lips were damp and warm. He rose and leaned down, cupping her face. His voice was still low and gentle, but his thrusts were especially harsh. "You can handle all this, can't you?" "I'm not old. I can still do it. You can't leave me, wife." Qiao Baobei x Fu Yanqing Fair-skinned, beautiful, airheaded parasitic flower x rigid, suit-wearing brute of an older man Theme: Love