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

[Older woman and younger man + younger man falling hard + husband pursuing his wife] Lu Yu had barely transmigrated into a book when she turned down the third young master of the Qingyang Marquis's household, the man every noblewoman in the capital was scrambling to marry. The entire capital thought she was crazy. Who was Xie Zhao? Born into a noble family, handsome and upright, appointed a patrol lieutenant at just nineteen, and so chaste that even His Majesty had praised him. For the first time in his life, he suffered a public rejection: a girl from the humble household of a Ministry of Works vice director had refused his proposal. Xie Zhao assumed she didn't want to take advantage of the favor he owed her, until one day, by a twist of fate, he woke up on a daybed. The girl beside him saw him and immediately wrapped herself in her clothes, ready to run. “Third Young Master, I'm sorry. It was an accident. Don't take it to heart. We owe each other nothing.” She ran off in a hurry, even her retreating figure radiating how desperately she wanted nothing to do with him. Xie Zhao's face darkened. It was the first time he realized he could be so thoroughly unwanted. Lu Yu didn't care what he thought. In the original story, she had married Xie Zhao and died an innocent death. She'd be a fool to get anywhere near him! But she just couldn't shake him off. At her childhood sweetheart's celebratory banquet for passing the imperial exams, she was chatting and laughing with someone when a hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a secluded corner of the covered walkway. His ears flushed red as he said stiffly, “Why were you laughing with him?” She went to a temple to burn incense, and somehow “ran into” him at the foot of the mountain. The moment he saw her, he gave a little cough. “What a coincidence. I came to burn incense too.” Exasperated by his constant pursuit, Lu Yu decided to propose a marriage contract. They could each get what they wanted, silence the gossip, and part ways afterward. She had just begun, “Third Young Master, perhaps we should...” “Fine. I'll send the betrothal gifts tomorrow, and we'll marry the day after.” Xie Zhao's face turned crimson as he cut her off, speaking faster than ever and no longer showing any trace of his usual cool indifference. Lu Yu: ??? Wait, I haven't even told you the terms of the contract!