He Wangnian frowned and slowly loosened Fu Yu's fingers.

He will never forget what his mother said to him in the study.

"For the family, marriage is the most convenient and effective tool. Hold on to Fu Yu tightly and don't let me down."

He Wangnian's parents were in a political marriage. After marriage, they each had their own affairs and each had someone they loved dearly.

Little He Wangnian witnessed two hypocritical adults who held his hands and acted affectionate in front of the camera, but in private, they were entangled with their respective lovers.

He Wangnian didn’t understand.

If you don’t love him, why get married, why give birth to him?

Isn't marriage sacred?

Just like a fairy tale, it always ends with the hero and heroine getting married.

When his mother heard what he said, she smiled and tapped his nose.

Perfect marriages exist only in fabricated myths.

Fairy tale writers don't dare write about the trivialities and unbearableness of married life, the emotional infidelity and the estrangement that comes with the seven-year itch, the quarrels and violence, or the pain and unbearableness that follows a falling out.

It is too realistic, too bloody, and too cruel, and it completely destroys people's yearning for marriage.

Marriage is never reliable. What is reliable are only the bonds of interest, family ties, and career empires.

He's mother can bring connections to He's father, and He's father can help He's mother stand on a bigger stage.

This is the meaning of their marriage.

He Wangnian is a derivative of this alliance ceremony and is the heir destined to repeat their fate.

Little He Wangnian blinked ignorantly.

He silently said to himself that he didn't want to repeat such a fate.

A few days later, his mother's lover kidnapped him and took him to the cliff, forcing He's mother to elope with him.

"You said you loved me, can't you give up everything for me?"

"I don't want to be anonymous and follow you around. I also want to hold your hand openly, not be a sewer rat!"

He's mother's expression was calm. She gave her lover one last chance, letting He Wangnian go and pretending that nothing had happened.

The handsome man held the boy tightly in his arms.

When she was infatuated with him, He's mother promised to marry him.

She was simply trapped by the shackles of reality. If possible, he was willing to help her escape and regain her freedom...

With a bang.

Blood splattered on He Wangnian's face.

The bodyguard dragged He Wangnian, who was standing stiffly in place, to a safe area.

He Wangnian looked anxiously at the man lying in a pool of blood, then at his mother who had put away her hunting rifle.

There was no trace of unnecessary regret or struggle on her face.

It was as if the one who died was neither an enemy nor a lover.

But a prey.

With a snap.

The slap landed on He Wangnian's face.

"You are the heir of the He family. You should know clearly who should be taken seriously and who is just for fun."

Play?

In my mother's dictionary, the love and like spoken casually are just for fun.

In this respect, her father and she are exactly the same.

He Wangnian saw with his own eyes his mistress coming to the old house with a big belly to force him to abdicate.

Without even raising his eyelids, the father waved his hand and signaled that the woman be sent to a mental hospital.

After being locked up for a few days, the woman had an abortion with a numb expression.

After that, He Wangnian never saw her again.

But every time he dreamed at midnight, He Wangnian seemed to still hear the woman's shrill cry.

He Wangnian suddenly woke up.

It took a long time to find a normal breathing rhythm.

He looked at Fu Yu in his arms, carefully moved away the hands and feet that were rushing towards him, picked her up horizontally, and walked towards the bedroom.

The villa has 1 master bedroom and 10 guest bedrooms.

He Wangnian stopped at the guest bedroom closest to the master bedroom. After thinking for a while, he carried Fu Yu into the master bedroom where he lived.

The guest bedroom has never been occupied by anyone. What if Fu Yu is not used to it?

The facilities in the guest bedroom are not as good as those in the master bedroom and cannot meet Fu Yu's needs.

The bed in the guest bedroom is a little smaller than the master bedroom, and Fu Yu will not sleep comfortably.

…

After coming up with more than ten logical excuses, He Wangnian was finally able to carry Fu Yu to his bed with impunity.

This is all for her own good.

As soon as it touched the pillow, Fu Yu rubbed it comfortably, wrapped himself in the quilt tightly, and fell asleep with his back to He Wangnian.

This was not the result he wanted.

The person was a little far away, but the fragrant hair still lingered on his wrist.

He Wangnian's fingertips rubbed the soft hair.

Suddenly, the phone beside the bed rang. He Wangnian quickly picked it up and walked out of the master bedroom. "Hello."

There was no answer from the other end, and He Wangnian looked at his phone in confusion.

The cell phone belongs to Fu Yu.

Looking at the long list of incoming call numbers, He Wangnian raised his hand slightly and said calmly: "Fu Yu has fallen asleep. If you have anything, you can tell me."

Hearing this, suppressed laughter seemed to be heard from the other side.

The phone was hung up instantly.

He Wangnian stared at the screen intently.

He returned to the master bedroom and entered the unfamiliar number he had memorized into his cell phone.

"Immediately check the owner of this number."

Nightclub private room.

The men around Song Rongchu burst into laughter.

The man who laughed the most happily was the male model who had been 'taken care of' by He Wangnian tonight.

They are all students of the flight attendant school next to Yancheng University.

I worked part-time at the club during school to earn extra money.

The income for one night is probably more than the salary after graduation.

Fu Yu is the big fish that several male models have been eyeing recently.

But before she could even hook the fish, she was taught a lesson by her legal husband.

A few people were angry, and took the opportunity of drinking and playing rock-paper-scissors to let the loser Song Rongchu call Fu Yu and say some ambiguous words.

Commonly known as flirting.

At first Song Rongchu was unwilling, so several of his buddies tied him up and used his cell phone to dial Fu Yu's number.

Who is Song Rongchu? He is the famous school idol in their school.

There are even wealthy women who spend millions just to spend a night with him.

Song Rongchu did not agree and told others that he was a serious man and would not do that kind of thing.

Rich women like this kind of stubborn little white poplar the most. It feels so good to dirty an innocent man.

As long as Song Rongchu takes action, Fu Yu will fall in minutes.

Unfortunately, she didn't even hear the sound, and was interrupted by her troublesome fiancé again.

Song Rongchu picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. "I already said I can't do it, I'll just drink it."

After drinking a glass of white wine, her already flushed face became even redder.

He leaned uncomfortably on the sofa, and the sofa beside him sank a little.

There was a hint of warmth on his shoulder that didn't belong to him.

"Achu, are you okay?"

Jiang Wanli looked at Song Rongchu nervously. Just as she was about to put her hand on his forehead, she heard him whisper.

"I'm fine."

Song Rongchu pulled the corner of his lips stubbornly, took his coat and stood up, "You guys play first, I'll take Wanli back to the dormitory."

Song Rongchu and Jiang Wanli are childhood sweethearts, both of them came from the same mountain village.

The school is very close.

Whenever Jiang Wanli was walking at night, or there was a special situation, Song Rongchu would act as the black knight.

Ensure Jiang Wanli's safety.

After leaving the private room, Song Rongchu frowned and said, "Wanli, you'd better not come to such a smoky place in the future."

Jiang Wanli nodded obediently.

She came here just for Song Rongchu.