The Lu and Liang families have been close for generations, and their marriage was arranged long ago. Lu Yaxuan became the chosen match for a family alliance.
Her father's scoffing words, "Can freedom put food on the table?" still rang in her ears. But the moment she saw Liang Yuzheng's face, she gave in: maybe getting married wouldn't be so bad.
When Liang Yuzheng pushed a prenuptial agreement toward her with his long, elegant fingers, Lu Yaxuan hesitated.
"If you don't sign it, should I tear it up?" her mother teased with a smile.
Lu Yaxuan pretended to sign nonchalantly, but Liang Yuzheng carefully wiped her fingertips with a moist towelette.
One day, after she worked overtime, he appeared downstairs from her office. His headlights illuminated the tenderness behind his glasses. "I'm here to take you home."
Liang Yuzheng knew exactly how to use that face to seduce Lu Yaxuan.
From the distance of a marriage of convenience, to the coffee he brought her during late-night overtime, to the soft words he murmured while holding her after she'd had too much to drink, she gradually fell for the tenderness he kept hidden.
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