A cousin came to stay at the Shen residence. Her name was Wen Ranyu. She was gentle and pure, as lovely as a flower, and everyone who saw her couldn't help but like her.
Everyone except Shen Yi.
He could always feel her bright, watery eyes sneaking glances at him. Every now and then, she'd blush and seize the chance to talk to him.
Shen Yi saw through her disguise at a glance.
So clumsy. Pathetically clumsy.
The servants whispered among themselves that it would be wonderful if the cousin chose one of the young masters of the Shen family.
Shen Yi thought their hinting was absurd.
So what if she had set her sights on him? Even if it was what their elders wanted, he would never marry someone as frivolous and false as her.
Later, the Wen family really did discuss a marriage with the Shen family.
That day, Shen Yi saw her running toward him from a distance, a bright red marriage contract in her hand.
His face stayed blank, but a strange ripple stirred in his heart.
Yet Wen Ranyu ran right past him, affectionately calling to the person behind him, “Second Young Master Shen.”
Only then did he realize that the person she had been deliberately approaching was never him.
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Wen Ranyu got married.
She was gentle and easygoing, never liked competing for things, and had lost her memories after an accident. Fortunately, her husband didn't mind. She was truly blessed by fate.
Whenever anyone asked, she would smile warmly and say, “I fell into the water on my wedding day, but luckily my husband saved me. I couldn't remember anything then, and in a daze I asked him if he was my husband.”
Wen Ranyu smiled at the man beside her. “Isn't that right, dear?”
Shen Yi put an arm around Wen Ranyu's waist, his gaze deep and intense. “That's right. It was me.”
Theme: Cherish the person by your side
