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Wu Yan, a modern college student, accidentally fell off a cliff and traveled into a hit novel as a brainless “cannon fodder” character. This cannon fodder is peerlessly beautiful but has an explosive temper—cursing at everyone he sees and kicking anyone he meets. To make matters worse, his body is as weak as a willow, requiring expensive specialized medicine every day to survive.
Coincidentally, his arranged marriage partner is the currently popular Film Emperor, Pei Jin. Wu Yan immediately slapped the table and declared: “A handsome, ‘cheap’ husband delivered by marriage? There’s no reason not to eat the meat right in front of my mouth!”
Unfortunately, fate is cruel. The plot had just reached the point where he threw away all the gifts Pei Jin sent and proclaimed he would absolutely never marry him! Wu Yan went silent for three seconds. He then pulled out his phone, found Pei Jin’s contact, silently sent a repentant kitten emoji, and edited a text: “You know, I haven’t had a husband since I was a child. I just got one, so I’m still a bit unaccustomed to it.”
At the engagement banquet, Wu Yan didn’t like drinking, but there were always tactless people trying to force wine on him. Facing those with ill intent, he sometimes wished he were an octopus—so he could slap eight people at once. Having finally chased away the annoying flies, the alcohol rushed to his face. Sitting alone on the sofa, he saw Pei Jin walking over. He lunged directly into the man’s arms, flushed, and leaned in: “So many people praise me for having a sweet mouth. Do you want to have a taste…?”
Under his parents’ arrangements, Pei Jin had no choice but to enter a political marriage with the young master of the Wu family. He heard the young master’s reputation was quite bad. He originally planned to deal with his parents first and divorce after three to five years. However, he didn’t expect that the more they interacted, the more he found Wu Yan special. Wu Yan would flush and dive into his arms to act spoiled; he would call him “husband” with a pitiful pout; he would even pin him against a wall like a bristling kitten.
During an interview, a reporter asked a sharp question: “We heard your marriage is merely a business arrangement without affection. Will you consider divorce in the future?” Upon hearing this, Pei Jin put away his phone after replying to a message and chuckled: “How could I? You just don’t know how cute he is.”
