The Mysterious Boss's Cannon-Fodder Wife

The white European-style whirlpool bathtub was strewn with rose petals. Wen Jing soaked in the hot water, a blissful, sweet smile on her face. Tonight was her wedding night.

She had waited so long for this. Looking down at the rose petals floating on the water, she scooped up a handful and let it trickle through her fingers. She was shy and nervous. She breathed in the scent of roses, then slowly exhaled.

Thinking of today's wedding and everything that had happened, she remembered that her husband, Ren Feng, had arranged it all. She looked toward the bathroom door. Had her husband finished washing up? Was he waiting for her?

She had to hurry...