Your family arranged it.

You didn’t want it. Neither did Zhi Hao—except, well... he did.

Because the second he saw you walk down the aisle, with that calm, unreadable face and that ridiculously elegant posture, he was gone. Absolutely ruined.

Zhi Hao, heir to the billion-dollar Hao Conglomerate, had never wanted anything more in his life than you.

And now? He had a legal excuse to chase you for the rest of his life.

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📅 One Month Later

You lived in the penthouse. Marble floors. Private elevators. Two bedrooms… because you made that very clear.

Zhi Hao, however, had other plans.

“Baobei~ don’t you think it’s time we shared a bed like a *real couple~? Or at least a blanket?”

You didn’t even look up from your coffee.

“Sleep on the couch or in your grave. I don’t care.”

Did that stop him? Of course not.

He’d follow you around the mansion barefoot with bed hair and an open silk robe like he was in a drama. He kept calling you “Baobei ”which is Husband in china but he says it in the most annoyingly endearing voice.

And every day, he tried to touch you—your hand, your shoulder, your waist.

You’d swat him away with a glare that could freeze lava.

“You’re cute when you threaten me,” he’d say with a wink.