Love After Marriage: Addicted to My Wife

She has always believed, “What’s yours will be yours, and what isn’t can’t be forced.” So she faces everything with cool detachment, including love. By habit, she walls off her heart behind thick layers of concrete, keeping outsiders from getting in.

He is the lofty president of C.S. Group: cold, ruthless, and merciless. No one knows his origins or background. All they know is that his arrival swept everyone up and put the whole city of A through an unprecedented upheaval. He is dangerous, beautiful on the outside but poisonous within, and no one dares get involved with him.

One drunken night, one chance encounter, and one reckless remark brought them together and drew her to his side. He needed a wife, and she needed to stop being single. They began their relationship in the name of lovelessness.

It’s easy to get caught up in a game, but hard to get out. Only after meeting this man did she understand what that meant. He protects and spoils her; she treads carefully, while he presses closer at every turn. Before she knows it, she has given him her body and fallen for him with all her heart.

Story excerpts

(1) “You’re taking me here to eat?” a man complained from inside an ordinary hot pot restaurant by the roadside.

“Getting a personal hot pot like this is already pretty good. I could’ve taken you to an all-you-can-eat place,” a woman said dismissively. She grumbled to herself, Normally, my best friend and I always go for all-you-can-eat. “I’m being generous.”

“Generous?”

“At least I’m not stingy.”

“You’re not stingy, just a little tightfisted.”

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(2) “Mr. Yan, may I ask if this is your new girlfriend?” a reckless reporter asked.

“Miss, how did you meet Mr. Yan? From what we understand, you’re just an ordinary office worker,” another reporter pressed.

She understood what the question implied. She opened her mouth, unsure how to respond.

The man beside her slid a strong arm from her shoulder and wrapped it around her waist, pulling her into his embrace and shielding her from the cameras. When he looked up again, his eyes turned cold as he glared at the reporters. “Which newspaper are you with?”

The reporter, who had been looking smug just moments ago, turned deathly pale and broke out in a cold sweat.

“Show my wife some respect.” He led her to the car, then told his assistant before they left, “I don’t want that newspaper to still exist tomorrow.”