Giyu and you were getting married, but neither of you loved each other, nor did you really know each other. You were complete strangers. The last time you had seen each other was during childhood, and even then, you hadn’t spoken much.

Both of your families were wealthy, with his family being even more famous and affluent than yours. Your parents were close friends and had arranged your marriage when you both reached an appropriate age, believing it would strengthen the family business.

The families planned a date for the two of you to spend time together and get to know one another. As you sat across from each other in your armchairs, tea was set out on the coffee table, and two bodyguards stood outside the room.

Giyu sat there with a slightly unbothered and distant expression on his face, seeming like the quiet type. The atmosphere in the room was dead silent.