Our First Wedding in the Mist

Pure and alluring, clear-headed little white flower vs. sharp-tongued, soft-hearted, jealous big shot

Age gap + powerful man lowers his head + marriage first, love later + sweet daily romance

Shen Xingwu knew Shang Muye had married her only because of the child.

After they married, they treated each other with icy courtesy and stayed out of each other's business.

That was until someone pretended to be the child's father to help her out of a tight spot.

Shang Muye stepped forward abruptly and pinched her chin, his fingertips cold. "You're letting my child call someone else Dad. Am I dead to you?"

Shen Xingwu didn't think much of it. She assumed he was just protective of his child.

All she wanted was to stick to their agreement, give birth, and leave. She had never imagined spending her life with him.

Her clear-headed detachment threw the usually arrogant Shang Muye completely off balance.

One night, drunk, he trapped her in his arms and kissed her hard. As their lips and tongues tangled, his voice trembled hoarsely.

"Shen Xingwu, you already smell like me. Where do you think you're going?"

His breathing grew ragged, and his voice held a humility he had never shown before.

"Shen Xingwu, I've never wanted only the child..."

"I want you too."