An international hotel tycoon has two children. The eldest son has a successful career. The youngest daughter, Wen Yun, lives up to her name. She has a gentle temperament and strong muscles. She has been raised in a boudoir in a mansion since she was a child.
Because it is so unattainable, it is called "a thousand pieces of gold in the cloud" by the news media.
The wedding scene was filled with celebrity banquets and luxurious cars.
Facing a strange husband, Wen Yunyao was happy and timid at the same time. He was handsome, ascetic, and tall, but he was cold, resolute, and arrogant. He refused to let others live thousands of miles away. He always liked to look at her with his terrifyingly heavy eyes.
Thinking of the fearful life in the future, she was so worried that she shed tears.
Si Qi, as the most popular celebrity in the imperial capital, had no interest in the delicate little daughter, but his eyes could not help but fall on her quietly.
Later, there was a high-end private banquet, and the hall was very lively.
Near the quiet corner of the terrace, the man who once made people feel suffocating and oppressive lost his coldness. He was wearing an ironed and pleated Italian handmade suit. He stood in front of a little girl who was a head shorter than him. He bent down and lowered his head, his eyes were too gentle to look at.
"Si Qi, your tie doesn't match your clothes." Wen Yunyao was annoyed and disgusted, and she pulled at his silver tie clip with her green-white fingertips.
"Change." He breathed out softly.
She continued to mutter, "Also, it's not good for you to be cold-faced when there are so many people."
He wrapped his hand around her and curved his thin lips, "Yeah."
Seeing how obedient he was, she then picked up the skirt that hung down to her ankles and said, "The new skirt is too long. Please accompany me to change into the one from yesterday."
Unexpectedly, she didn't hear a response this time. She raised her head and looked into his deep eyes. She saw him biting the tip of her finger, grinding it carefully with his teeth, and said in an ambiguous tone, "That one is broken, buy a new one."
When she remembered the reason, her face turned red with embarrassment.
Reading guide: Mary Sue, slightly exaggerated
Purpose: Happiness is written by oneself
