As she read, He Ruchu quietly pondered and analyzed the situation. In the end, she decided that her first step should be repairing her relationship with the male lead.
Only after gaining his trust would he perhaps be willing to accept her treatment.
Having settled on a strategy, He Ruchu put aside her thoughts and focused entirely on studying.
In order to find a way to cure the male lead as soon as possible, she read late into the night before finally deciding to rest.
Setting down her book, she stood up and stretched her aching body. He Ruchu casually grabbed a nightgown from the wardrobe and headed toward the bathroom.
As the most pampered member of the family, the original owner’s bedroom was exceptionally luxurious for the era.
Not to mention the expensive items such as the sofa, television, and washing machine.
The room itself was fully equipped with a sitting area, study, bathroom, and everything else one could need.
The original owner had also been a neat person, keeping the room spotless and well organized.
Arriving at the bathroom, she was about to take a shower when her gaze accidentally fell on the wall mirror nearby.
Only then did she realize that she still didn’t know what this face looked like.
In the novel, as a supporting female character, the author hadn’t spent much time describing her appearance. She had simply been referred to as “very beautiful.”
Curious, He Ruchu walked over to the mirror and looked at the reflection staring back at her.
The next second, she froze.
A palm-sized face.
Fair, flawless skin.
Long hair naturally curled at the ends.
A pair of lively almond-shaped eyes that were large and bright.
A delicate, high-bridged nose.
Red lips, white teeth.
Graceful brows that looked as though they had been painted by an artist.
This wasn’t merely beautiful.
The face was virtually identical to the one she had in her previous life.
For a moment, He Ruchu couldn’t tell whether the person in the mirror was herself or the original owner.
Countless thoughts flooded her mind.
She stood there staring for a long while before finally suppressing her shock and turning away to bathe.
After her shower, she was so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open.
The moment her head touched the pillow, she fell into a deep sleep.
It was a peaceful night.
The next morning, while He Ruchu was still fast asleep, a series of knocks sounded at her bedroom door.
Her brows knitted together.
Half-asleep, she called toward the door,
“Mom, stop bothering me. Let me sleep a little longer.”
Then she pulled the blanket over herself and buried her entire body beneath it, intending to continue sleeping.
However, after a brief pause, the knocking resumed.
Annoyed, He Ruchu poked her head out from under the blanket.
Her breathtaking face was filled with morning grumpiness.
Scratching at her messy hair, she staggered toward the door with half-open eyes and pulled it open.
“Mom, I still want to…”
The words “sleep a little longer” died on her lips.
She stood there with her mouth slightly open, staring blankly at the person outside.
The man stood against the morning light.
Tall and straight.
A simple white shirt and black trousers somehow looked exceptionally elegant on him.
His sharply defined features were handsome to perfection.
His dark, deep eyes gleamed brilliantly.
Combined with his naturally powerful and aloof presence…
Wasn’t this…
Shen Siyuan???
Could she still be dreaming?
How could the male lead possibly be standing outside her bedroom door first thing in the morning?
Rubbing her sleepy eyes, He Ruchu muttered,
“So this is what they mean when they say even your dreams won’t leave you alone?”
As she spoke, she turned around and shuffled sleepily back toward her bed.
The dream might be terrible, but she wasn’t about to let it interfere with her sleep.
Shen Siyuan: “…”
Looking at the woman who had climbed right back into bed, he said expressionlessly,
“Get up. Pack your things.”
His words disappeared into the air without leaving a trace.
The only response he received was a slender white hand tugging the blanket over her head.
Taking a deep breath, Shen Siyuan raised his voice.
“He Ruchu. Get up. Pack your things.”
The sudden increase in volume instantly drove away much of her drowsiness.
She kicked off the blanket and sat upright.
Her face was full of disbelief.
“This isn’t a dream???”
Shen Siyuan glanced at her indifferently.
“What do you think?”
He Ruchu: “…”
Personally, she thought it would have been much better if it were a dream.
“Um… why are you at my house so early in the morning?”
“…It’s important.”
Pressing his fingers against his temple, Shen Siyuan repeated,
“Get up. Pack your things. Quickly.”
He needed to return to his unit as soon as possible and had no time to waste here.
Looking at his darkening expression, He Ruchu asked in confusion,
“Pack my things? Pack what things?”
“Your daily necessities.”
“Oh…”
She blinked.
“And then?”
Still completely lost.
This man had appeared out of nowhere at dawn and was acting inexplicably.
Shen Siyuan looked at her and replied concisely,
“Come back to the unit with me.”
“…??? Why?”
The question flew out of her mouth instantly, and all traces of sleep vanished.
“Why would I go back to the unit with you?”
Rather than explaining, Shen Siyuan simply pulled out a folded document and handed it to her.
Instinctively, He Ruchu accepted it and unfolded the paper.
The next second, she froze.
Across the certificate-like document, three bold characters leapt into view:
Marriage Certificate.
Beneath them were two familiar names.
Shen Siyuan.
He Ruchu.
Voluntarily Married.
Her lips twitched.
Could someone please explain what was happening?
She had gone to sleep single and somehow woken up married?
Looking up at the man standing a few steps away, she swallowed hard.
“Shen Siyuan… this is fake, right?”
Even in the original novel, the male lead hadn’t tossed the marriage certificate to the female supporting character until several days later.
And yesterday afternoon, after leaving the hospital, she clearly remembered him agreeing not to register their marriage.
How had everything changed overnight?
Shen Siyuan glanced at her.
“What do you think?”
Forging a marriage certificate?
Did she think he wanted to ruin his military career?
“But you promised me we wouldn’t register the marriage!”
Throwing off the blanket, He Ruchu jumped out of bed and rushed over to him in her slippers.
“How can you go back on your word?”
Shen Siyuan frowned.
“When did I ever promise that?”
“Yesterday afternoon, outside Kyoto Hospital.”
She emphasized every word.
“You said you’d ‘let me have my way.'”
A faint smile tugged at Shen Siyuan’s lips as he glanced at the marriage certificate in her hand.
“Isn’t this exactly letting you have your way?”
He Ruchu gritted her teeth.
Her “wish” was the complete opposite of this marriage certificate!
“He Ruchu, I’ve already fulfilled my promise.”
He looked at her coldly.
“You’d better stop trying any tricks.”
“You have thirty minutes to pack.”
With those words, he turned around and headed downstairs without another glance.
“Hey, Shen Siyuan! Wait!”
He Ruchu hurried after him.
There were still so many unresolved issues. Why was he running off?
But just as she reached the top of the stairs, she suddenly stopped.
The living room below was packed with people.
There were her father and mother.
An elderly woman.
And a middle-aged couple.
The elderly woman carried herself with elegance and dignity.
The middle-aged man and woman looked about the same age as her parents and appeared to be husband and wife.
All three were impeccably dressed and exuded an extraordinary presence.
Meanwhile, Shen Siyuan had already walked downstairs and taken a seat beside them.