● Airheaded, sweet girl VS aloof, fatherly man
● Strangers-to-lovers arranged marriage | Six-year age gap | Young heir VS junior employee | Healing fairy tale
1
Fang Touyue, a small-town exam ace with a bachelor's degree from a second-tier university, found out her civil service exam results on the same day her internship company held a dinner.
Her parents' hopes had come to nothing, so she drank to drown her sorrows.
The next day, she woke up in a luxurious king-size bedroom and remembered everything that had happened the night before.
At least she hadn't lost her virginity, but it was still humiliating. She'd probably have to find a new job.
She stepped out of the room and hid in a corner, watching. The homeowner was eating breakfast at the kitchen island. As if sensing her gaze, he glanced up at her coolly.
"One thousand a night. I'll deduct it from your salary."
Fang Touyue: "I can replace the mattress, sheets, and duvet cover..."
"Hastens. 230,000 yuan."
In that case, just deduct it from her salary.
Chen Junxi, the young heir to the company where Fang Touyue worked, was young and successful, but ruthless and a man of few words. Everyone both loved and feared him. He was known as the "Jade-Faced King of Hell."
"Want some?"
The man everyone said was impossible to get along with suddenly asked her in a friendly tone.
She never expected to run into Chen Junxi's grandmother over breakfast, much less be mistaken for his girlfriend.
At first, Chen Junxi said, "Pretend to be my girlfriend, and we'll call it even for the thousand."
Then, "Let's get married. You can sleep in that 230,000-yuan bed as much as you like."
2
They secretly registered their marriage and moved in together. At work, they pretended not to know each other, and at home, they slept in separate rooms.
Fang Touyue thought this marriage of convenience would eventually come to an end.
Until one day, at a high school reunion, Fang Touyue was tipsy and fell into the arms of a male classmate she'd once had a crush on. Chen Junxi had come to pick her up and saw the whole thing.
That night, the man trapped her in the entryway, his hot breath brushing close. "I said we could take things slowly, but your heart has to move closer to mine, little by little."
Before Fang Touyue could say a word, he bit down hard on her lips for the first time, lifted her hips out of control, and tangled with her all the way into the master bedroom.
His voice was low and hoarse. "I have no plans to marry twice. I hope Mrs. Chen will give me a chance to stay with you for good."
Fang Touyue had never experienced the heart-fluttering rush of young love, but after marriage, she found herself swept up in a passionate romance, and he spoiled her more and more.
When she went on a month-long business trip with a colleague, she couldn't sleep on the hotel bed, so Chen Junxi had a set of Supima cotton bedding delivered overnight.
On the third day of their cold war, Fang Touyue got food poisoning at work after eating the breakfast she'd made herself.
The normally calm and rational young heir abandoned a business meeting worth tens of millions and scooped her up in his arms, rushing her to the hospital.
His assistant followed the whole way and overheard the conversation between the young heir and his wife.
Fang Touyue lay weakly in her hospital bed. "I'm sorry. I made the company lose a deal worth tens of millions."
Chen Junxi held her slender hand. His cool voice carried an apologetic note. "It's my own fault for not treating my wife well."
Their marriage was exposed from that day on.
Everyone at the company was stunned, then realized all the signs had been there:
The afternoon tea at the office was always full of Fang Touyue's favorite treats.
The two of them wore watches from the same brand. It was the cheapest thing Chen Junxi owned, but he treated it like a treasure.
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On the night of Chen Junxi's thirtieth birthday, his friends badgered him to talk about the luckiest moment of his life.
He remembered that company dinner, when he'd driven past a bus stop
and, on a whim, taken home a drunk girl who said that girls had no home once they grew up.
Then he made a home with her.
Later, through every quiet night and soft-lit morning, listening to the gentle breathing of the girl in his arms, he felt there was nothing left to regret in this life.
"Our days go round and round. You are the tender love poem in my long years."
Theme: You are the moon in the sky, and the love in my heart.
