The Sweetheart Entered the Wrong Room, and the Betrothed Heir Panics When She Breaks Off the Engagement

[Older Woman-Younger Man Romance] [Younger Man Wins Her Over] [Winning Back His Wife]

Lu Yu had just transmigrated into a book when she rejected the third young master of the Qingyang Marquis Estate, the man every noblewoman in the capital was desperate to marry.

The whole capital said she had lost her mind.

Who was Xie Zhao? Born into a family of distinction, handsome and graceful, he had become a patrol lieutenant at just nineteen. He was also impeccably virtuous, and even the emperor had praised him in person.

For the first time in his life, he was snubbed: a proposal of marriage rejected by the daughter of a low-ranking Ministry of Works official.

Xie Zhao assumed she simply did not want to exploit the favor she owed him. Then, one day, through a twist of fate, he woke on a couch with the young woman beside him. The moment she saw him, her first instinct was to bundle herself in her clothes and run.

"Third Young Master, I'm sorry. It was an accident, so don't take it to heart. We're even, all right?"

She fled at top speed, her retreating figure practically screaming that she wanted nothing to do with him.

Xie Zhao's face darkened. For the first time, he realized he could be this unwelcome.

Lu Yu didn't care what he thought. In the original story, she married Xie Zhao and died an innocent death, so she could hardly run away fast enough. How could she possibly seek him out?

But somehow, she just couldn't shake him.

At her childhood friend's celebratory banquet for passing the imperial examinations, she was chatting and laughing with someone when a hand gripped her wrist and dragged her into a secluded corner of the covered walkway.

His ears flushed red as he demanded stiffly, "Why are you smiling at him?"

She went to a temple to burn incense and somehow "ran into" him at the foot of the mountain. The moment he spotted her, he gave a little cough. "What a coincidence. I came to burn incense too."

Hounded by him until she was at her wit's end, Lu Yu decided to propose a contractual marriage: they would each get what they wanted, silence the gossip, then part ways.

She had barely begun, "Third Young Master, how about we..."

"All right. I'll send the betrothal gifts tomorrow, and we'll marry the day after." Xie Zhao's face turned so red it looked ready to drip blood. He cut her off so quickly that none of his usual aloofness remained.

Lu Yu: ???

Wait, I haven't even told you the terms of the contract!