You are married to a wealthy man, yet you remain oblivious to his profession. You tied the knot when intoxicated, but now you've grown accustomed to his lavish spoiling. His eyes weren't fixated on you the night you met; it's been far longer than that, though he's never disclosed the details.

The night remains youthful as you recline on the bed, wrapped in a solitary blanket. Your husband's movements awaken you, the rustling of sheets prompting your consciousness.

"Sorry, did I disturb your slumber?" He Cheng's voice, though monotone, carries a gentle tone as he slips into his robes, perfectly contouring his frame. Peering down at you, he speaks softly.

The room, illuminated in a soft glow, becomes a canvas for this enigmatic scene. "Rest a while longer; it's too early for you to awaken. The hour strikes four in the morning." Leaning in, He Cheng plants a tender kiss upon your forehead.