Good Morning, Mr. Yan

Shu Siyi's ex-boyfriend thought her family was poor and her mother was mentally ill, so he married a rich heiress. Then a car accident killed her biological father, whom she'd never met, and she became the sole heir to the Gu Group. Yan Xiyi's ex-girlfriend thought he was mediocre and married a man she believed had great potential. Little did she know he was one of the heirs to the Yan financial empire, with a ruthless business style that made people keep their distance. After an elaborate setup, Shu Siyi spent one reckless night with a strange man. The next morning, her husband caught them in bed. She couldn't explain herself, and her marriage capsized in an instant. Five years later, she made a high-profile return to the country and attended her ex-husband's wedding. In front of everyone, a steamy video of the bride became her carefully prepared wedding gift to him. Before the Wedding “Let's get married!” he said. “We only met three hours ago,” she reminded him. “You've known him for ten years. And what happened? He's getting married today, but you're not the bride.” His words were nothing but mockery and scorn. Whether it was revenge or spite, they showed up at the marriage registry one after the other. His ex-girlfriend had wrecked his marriage, but he still had a female confidante. Her ex-boyfriend had betrayed her, but she still had her first love. So how had the two of them ended up registering their marriage? The Misunderstanding “Yan Xiyi, are you declaring that our relationship is over?” Shu Siyi asked calmly as she watched her husband with his arms around another woman. “Did we ever have a relationship?” he replied, cold and decisive. Fine, he was right. They'd registered their marriage far too hastily. How could there be any feelings between them? She would put up with it. After all, they had a common enemy, and the enemy of an enemy was the perfect choice for a husband. At the Hospital “Mr. Yan, let's find a reputable hospital.” Shu Siyi held the test results, looking a little helpless. “What for?” Yan Xiyi asked, confused. “For IVF.” Shu Siyi's shoulders slumped. “I refuse.” Yan Xiyi's expression changed. “Do you have the right to refuse?” Shu Siyi roared. “You need an heir, and so do I. You're infertile, and so am I. Do you have a better option than asking a specialist for help? But let me make one thing clear: I want to carry my own heir.” A marriage certificate bound two strangers together, and from then on, they were entangled without end.