Evening Breeze Passes By

A contract tied Su Wan, an ancient book pattern designer whose family was in decline, and Lu Shiyan, a self-made technology upstart, to the same marriage certificate. She needs his money to pay off her debts, save her grandfather, and preserve the ancient books of the Su family for generations; he needs her personality to deal with her seriously ill grandfather, and to block the plans of her business rivals. After two years of marriage, each got what he wanted, and they broke up when the time came. That's what Su Wan thought. So she immersed herself in sketches, spent time in the library, and polished her new Chinese design every day. She was polite to him, like a stranger she shared with him. Lu Shiyan also cooperated very well - sleeping in separate rooms, not chatting, and even having breakfast delivered by his assistant. The divorce agreement he had drawn up in advance was locked in a drawer in the study. But I don't know from which day, when she stayed up late to draw, there was a glass of warm milk at the door; when she came home late from working overtime, a light was always on in the entrance; when she was humiliated and plagiarized by a business rival, he said in front of everyone - "Su Wan is my wife, no one can slander her." That cold man who couldn't talk about love and only believed that "marriage is cooperation" began to secretly learn patterns from ancient books and secretly collected her manuscripts. When she filed for divorce, he panicked and awkwardly took out his crooked notes and a ring engraved with patterns. "I don't want a divorce. I want to protect you for the rest of my life." Su Wan looked at the helpless man under the old locust tree and suddenly felt that this marriage that started with a transaction really didn't need to end.