The night before their wedding, her fiancé ran off with his mistress. Out of frustration, she grabbed the man standing in front of the Civil Affairs Office, "President Mo, your bride has not arrived and my groom has run away...May I suggest we get married?" Before marriage, she said, "Even if we were to share the same bed, nothing would happen between us!" After marriage, he said, "If we don't try, how would we know?"
Xia Jingyi was born into a family of scholars. Logically speaking, it didn't seem right for her to be with Tang Jingxuan simply because of his identity. But things weren't always logical...
Tang Jingxuan pulled out his phone and gave Song Yanshu a phone call, "Yanshu, leave my schedule free for tomorrow, I have something personal to deal with."
"No problems, but I have one request: please remember your identity."
"Yes," Tang Jingxuan hung up the phone but ended up spending the rest of the night in the study room, deep in thought.
He thought about the way that Tang Xuan schemed against Tangning and the variety of expressions on Xia Jingyi's face; he had never imagined that the people around him would be so frightening.