He's not a princess.
The engagement date was quickly set amidst the joyful conversation of both sets of parents. They even had a special meal together, with both mothers happily holding their sons-in-law/daughters-in-law and repeatedly saying "good, good, good," while the two fathers chatted and drank tea on the sidelines, creating a harmonious and blissful scene.
But as you know, this is a fake picture of happiness.
The engagement day arrived quickly. You were woken up from your warm bed, your face casually touched up. You half-closed your eyes, your mind still hazy. When you came to your senses, you were already standing in front of the mirror, a pristine white floor-length dress hugging your shapely figure. Your makeup was a bit heavy, different from your usual style. The makeup now suited your face shape better. Originally, even if you stood there silently, you would send chills down the spines of the company executives. Now, with a slight change in your eyebrow shape, you looked more refined and gentle, like a gentle young lady.
Everyone gathered around you, exclaiming how beautiful you were. You were so embarrassed by the compliments that you knew your looks weren't ordinary, but they weren't top-tier either. But hearing others say nice things still made you genuinely happy.
You find an excuse to leave, and as soon as you pick up your phone from the table, you see a series of green messages on the screen.
Chen Peiyuan sent you a WeChat message.
Chen Peiyuan sent you a WeChat message.
Chen Peiyuan sent you a WeChat message.
Many messages were collapsed, which piqued your curiosity, so you unlocked your phone and used your fingerprint to view them.
Are you up?
"I'm up, getting ready for breakfast."
"You're wearing a suit, do you think it looks good?"
"picture"
"I'm going out."
"And you."
When you see this, you feel strange and amused at the same time. It's like the awkwardness of a taciturn academic genius suddenly turning into a repressed and brooding man, or like a husband who informs his wife before going out.
Then you remembered that day when he said he wanted to add you on WeChat. Your WeChat account only has friends and parents. Although some people might use two WeChat accounts to separate work and personal life, most people only use one WeChat account to avoid missing work messages. So you were surprised by what he said, surprised that he knew you had another WeChat account, and surprised that he knew you wanted to add him with your work account.
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"Lanlan, what are you laughing at? What's so funny?" Your friend suddenly comes up to you, poks your hand, and teases you.
Lanlan is your nickname. Your parents and friends call you that, but everyone only calls you that in private.
Touch the corner of your mouth. Did you just smile?
Suddenly, Chen Peiyuan sent a new message.
"Are you ready?"
"Lanlan, they're calling outside! Come quick, we're getting ready to go out."
The two voices seemed to overlap. Your friend grabbed your hand and led you to the door. At the door, you tried to catch your breath. Then, at your signal, your friends each took one of the doorknobs and slowly removed them. You smiled as you greeted the reporters with flashing lights outside. And him, the other protagonist of the day, who had just asked you to get ready, Mr. Chen Peiyuan, was engaged.
After everything was over, you were already sitting on the sofa with Chen Peiyuan. You were in a daze and didn't know when it happened. You felt more tired than when you argued with a hundred suppliers in a meeting. You didn't know how you got through the day. You only remembered that your face was stiff from smiling and your hand was always linked with Chen Peiyuan's. When he clapped, you clapped. When he toasted, you toasted too.
You relax and lean back. You hear the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. Chen Peiyuan has already gone in to take a shower.
The second clause of the marriage agreement states that after the engagement, you must begin living with Chen Peiyuan until the marriage.
As for why he did this, Chen Peiyuan explained that if they didn't live together after getting engaged, some people with ulterior motives would use it against them, which would affect the development of both companies.
So you ended up in an apartment he specifically bought downstairs from you, ostensibly so that you would feel at home and he could create a happy premarital life for you.
So why can't you just go home?
You feel like you've been tricked. Just then, the bathroom door opens, and Chen Peiyuan comes out wearing a bathrobe, holding a towel to dry his washed hair as he walks over.
To be honest, you seem to have never seen Chen Peiyuan's daily life at home. Of course, as his arch-rival, you have neither the inclination nor the inclination to care about what he is like in private. You are working diligently only to oppose him and expand your own company.
But then your arch-nemesis suddenly proposes a marriage alliance, no longer opposing you but even putting on a loving act with you. You suddenly feel a sense of emptiness, as if you thought you would have to overcome countless difficulties to rescue the princess, only to find that the princess came looking for you halfway there, and then you lived happily ever after.
Bullshit! You got angry and smashed the sofa with your hand? Chen Peiyuan is not a princess!
No, why use that analogy? You're not a prince!
Finally, under Chen Peiyuan's bewildered gaze, you slunk off to take a shower.
When you came out, Chen Peiyuan was no longer on the sofa. He must have gone back to his room. There was a glass of water on the table and a note under the blanket.
When you pick it up, you see that Chen Peiyuan has written a line of words on the paper, which has a certain artistic beauty.
"Drink your water and go to sleep. I'll sleep in the side room, and the master bedroom is yours. Let's sleep like this until we get married. Goodnight, Lanlan."
You're stunned. So this is what it feels like to be called by your nemesis's nickname. It's really creepy. But what's worse is that you don't know what his nickname is.
I don't know how he found out your nickname. Maybe your mom told you, or maybe he heard it when your friend called you. Anyway, who cares?
How would Chen Peiyuan know about your habit of drinking a glass of water before bed? But you were too tired to pay attention to such details, and the thought only flashed through your mind.
You casually placed the note on the table, gulped down a glass of water, then tossed it face down on the bar and turned back to your room.
Lying in bed, I drifted off to sleep with the strange thought that today was finally over and I could deal with tomorrow tomorrow.
The note on the table was blown by a gentle breeze, floated lightly to the ground, and then slowly drifted under the sofa.
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