Shen Xuying, the cherished jewel of the wealthy Shen family, was a stunning beauty with bright eyes and pearly teeth. She was born with a sweet voice, and everything she said to anyone sounded like she was acting coy.
Everyone in their social circle, young and old alike, fell for it. They doted on her and indulged her, spoiling her wherever she went.
Everyone, that is, except Liang Ting.
The only son of the Liang family, he was an elite regular on the high-society scene, famed for his arrogance, sharp tongue, and sky-high standards.
The Young Master Liang once said outright that he couldn't stand women like her. Just hearing her speak made his skin crawl. He'd even put on headphones and blasted music whenever she showed up, offending the young lady beyond repair.
For his eightieth birthday, Shen Xuying's grandfather held a matchmaking banquet for his most beloved granddaughter.
Propping her chin on her hand, Shen Xuying looked past a crowd of eligible young men, smiled, and pointed at the man hiding at the very back, dragged there by his parents just to make an appearance. "I want him."
The Liang parents beamed with delight.
Young Master Liang smiled on the outside and cursed inwardly, clenching his teacup until it cracked.
With all the traditional betrothal gifts and ceremonies, they had a grand wedding.
Their post-marital agreement had just one rule: speak properly, and no acting coy.
On the morning after their wedding, Shen Xuying stretched languidly and planted a foot on the face of the man who had just sat up. Her eyes were haughty and imperious. "Men are so hypocritical."
They say they don't want it, but their bodies go wild.
The man pushed her foot away and replied with a cool smile, "Women aren't hypocritical?"
They say they want it, then cling to you for dear life.
Shen Xuying glared at him. "Then don't come to me tonight."
The man got out of bed and started getting dressed. "Whoever comes is a dog."
It didn't take long for Young Master Liang to grasp one truth:
There was no point arguing over who was the dog. The only question was who would become one first.
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They were both famous in their social circle, and their marriage was the subject of much attention.
When her friends asked why she had chosen him, Shen Xuying swirled her wineglass. "Doesn't he hate me? I'll make him face me every day and listen to my voice. I'll drive him crazy."
When a friend asked Young Master Liang how things were with his wife after they got married, Liang Ting replied with a cold laugh, "We're sworn enemies."
Everyone sighed over their answers, and their friends on either side became bitter rivals.
At a gathering one night, Shen Xuying drank too much and fell asleep on the sofa. She casually made a phone call, and within ten minutes, the man, who had been working overtime, arrived. He draped his suit jacket over her and scooped her up in his arms.
The woman, bleary-eyed with drink, looped her arms around his neck and nestled trustingly against him. "I haven't had enough fun yet. I don't want to go home..."
"How can we have a baby if we don't go home?"
Shen Xuying frowned, then pinched his face in her drunkenness. "How many babies do you want?"
As everyone watched in astonishment, the man lowered his eyes and coaxed her with practiced ease. "Just you, sweetheart. Let's go home."
That night, both of them received messages from their friends demanding answers:
[Drive him crazy? 🤡]
[Sworn enemies? 🤡]
Neither replied.
Dew dampened the flowers, and they spent the whole night in blissful passion.
◆ Both virgins, one-on-one romance
◆ Gorgeous, coy little tease × sharp-tongued man hopelessly in love
Theme: Love others and love yourself
