1
Everyone in the capital's elite circles knows that the untouchable young heir of the Fu family went from playboy to devoted lover for his first love. Xu Yanshu is beautiful and proud, cool and heartless. Outsiders call her the eldest princess of the Xu family.
At their engagement party, surrounded by distinguished guests, the eldest Fu son leans down to whisper in Xu Yanshu's ear, smiling with brazen malice. "No regrets? I'm a scumbag, you know."
Xu Yanshu hooks her arm through his and replies haughtily, "What's that got to do with me?"
After marriage, they each get what they want, and work together quite happily.
He's consumed with jealousy over his first love. Xu Yanshu watches coldly from the sidelines, playing the part of the elegant, dignified Mrs. Fu.
Xu Yanshu fights her way toward control of the Xu Group, treading carefully at every step. He becomes her backer, letting her take advantage of her status as Mrs. Fu.
Even in bed, they're perfectly compatible. When he's swept away by passion, he calls her Yanyan again and again.
2
Everyone in their circle is waiting for this sham couple, one emotionally guarded and the other heartless, to fall apart.
Before a family banquet, Xu Yanshu goes to find him. Outside the door, she hears his friend tease him. "Young Master Fu, don't tell me you fell for her first. I bet you can't even seduce her and dump her first anymore."
He smiles lazily, as if he's heard the funniest joke in the world.
"Why do you think I agreed to marry her?"
"Because her name sounds like Yanyan too."
One Yanyan, not the other Yanyan.
Miss Xu has never taken an insult like that lying down. She kicks the door open and slaps him in front of everyone.
3
Everyone knows that Young Master Fu got dumped, and it ended badly. Later, though, someone sees him getting drunk late at night, then flying through a blizzard to the city where his ex-wife lives.
Her new arranged-marriage partner is celebrating Xu Yanshu's birthday with her when her ex-husband shows up at her door, drenched and covered in snow, utterly dejected and no longer looking like a noble young master.
"Honey, come home with me."
She looks at him like a stranger and smiles nonchalantly. "Who are you?"
As soon as she finishes speaking, a man smelling of soap steps out of the house and wraps an arm around her slender waist. "Why are you unhappy, Shushu?"
The usually aloof Miss Xu nestles into the man's arms, acting coy. "Make me feel better."
The man outside clenches his trembling fists. The moment his eyes drop, a tear falls to the ground.
PS: SC, the first love won't cause trouble, and the groveling is hellishly intense.
Written on 2024/06/30
Theme: Love yourself before loving someone else
