Passersby looked up and felt the gentle breeze that even the withered grass couldn't blow away, then cast her glances as if she were a fool.

Shen Ling was lost in her own shyness, glancing up at the person pushing the cart in front of her every now and then, completely unaware of the man's indifferent expression.

Shen Zhihuan followed Shen Ling's gaze and looked over.

The moment she saw the person's face clearly, her eyes darkened, and a cold smirk appeared on her lips.

Who was she looking at? It turned out to be her husband from her past life, the man Shen Ling desperately wanted to marry in this life.

Gu Yuchuan.

He was young, just like Shen Zhihuan remembered.

The man had a neat side-parted hairstyle, and his clean, brand-new shirt was ironed without a single wrinkle.

The buttons were neatly fastened to his Adam's apple, and the hem was tucked into the waistband of his indigo blue trousers.

Even the edges of his cloth shoes were kept clean, without a trace of dirt.

Add to that his already handsome face with a touch of scholarly refinement, his height of nearly 1.8 meters, and his seemingly gentle expression.

He looks like a refined and kind cultured person no matter how you look at him.

Just by looking at this man's appearance, most people would imagine that he would treat his wife with politeness and respect.

Shen Zhihuan gave a cold, smirking smile.

That's what she thought back then too.

But after marrying into the family, she realized that all the gentleness and refinement were just a facade.

Shen Zhihuan's thoughts were instantly pulled back to her previous life.

On their wedding night, they held a banquet and toasted the guests.

When it was time to enter the bridal chamber, Gu Yuchuan politely knocked on their wedding night door.

When Shen Zhihuan opened the door and saw it was him, she was momentarily taken aback.

Before Shen Zhihuan could speak, Gu Yuchuan adopted a businesslike demeanor and got straight to the point.

"Shen Zhihuan, starting today, we will sleep in separate beds."