My Arrogant Baby and Pure-Hearted Mom

She married him for money.

He married her simply because he needed a wife. The title of wife gave him a respectable excuse to fool around in their bridal suite.

Neither of them lost out in this marriage. In fact, they both got what they wanted.

Back then, Helian Xuan never imagined that the woman he married, at the ripe old age of twenty-one, was raising a six-year-old boy.

If he had known, he would never have let himself become a father just like that.

At the very least, he would have made things a little difficult for her, wouldn't he?

"You like money?" His eyes crinkled with amusement as he gazed intently at her.

"Mm." She leaned against him like a demure little bird. Since she'd taken the role, she had to play it perfectly, both onstage and off.

She was gracious in public and skilled in the kitchen. And no matter how many women's "lipstick marks" and "love bites" he came home with, she never said a word, behaving so obediently that he wanted to bite her.

Love isn't something you can simply forbid by saying you don't want to love. When their arrangement finally ended, he discovered that some feelings and some kinds of love had become an addiction, and he could no longer live without them.

"You're coming home with me." He declared it imperiously, his gaze fixed on the little boy standing beside her and clutching her hand. The child's face wasn't just adorable. Why did it look so familiar?

She gave a mocking smile. "Young Master Xuan, we're divorced, and it was your decision."

Only later did he learn how bumpy the road to winning her back would be. It was nothing like his "first marriage," not by a long shot. And his reward was the little boy's eye rolls and the catchphrase he always had on his lips: "Daddy, you deserve it..."