“Xihe, marry me.”
She wasn’t the female lead, she was the supporting character who caused the male lead psychological trauma, eventually twisting his personality and darkening his character.
The ex-girlfriend who had looked down on the male lead for being poor, rejected his proposal, and turned around to marry a rich second-generation heir.
Later, she committed all sorts of misdeeds, trying to ruin the relationship between the male and female leads.
Fang Xihe was dumbfounded for a full two minutes.
Long enough for Chen Zhou to show a flash of disappointment in his eyes.
“Xihe, you don’t want to?”
Fang Xihe looked at the man kneeling on one knee before her.
His features were sharp and handsome, his dark eyes deep and intense.
He held a fifty-point diamond ring, looking at her with both passion and hope.
Fang Xihe swallowed hard.
She thought of the original character’s fate in the story.
The original Fang Xihe married the rich heir and endured daily domestic abuse, verbal insults, and oppression from her in-laws.
Everyone else thought she had married into a wealthy family and was living the life of a rich wife.
Only she knew that her life was utterly bleak.
She was just a free housekeeper in her in-laws’ home.
Meanwhile, Chen Zhou was recognized by one of the top families in Jing City a year after the original Fang Xihe married becoming a high-ranking heir in the city.
He met his true predestined love, the female lead.
At first, the female lead was treated as the original Fang Xihe’s replacement, kept like a “golden canary,” but over time, Chen Zhou grew to love her.
The original Fang Xihe would then show up, cause trouble, and create misunderstandings between the male and female leads, making the female lead sad and leave.
Chen Zhou would start a “chasing-wife fire-and-ice” situation.
The original Fang Xihe would then be beaten by her abusive husband, accidentally killing him, and her short life would end.
Fang Xihe had taken so long to respond that there was no sign of joy on her face.
Chen Zhou assumed she didn’t want to marry him.
Just as he was about to withdraw the ring, Fang Xihe snatched it and put it on her left middle finger.
In a loud voice, she said, “I will!”
This was likely her only chance in life to become a rich woman.
How could she pass it up?
The man in front of her would one day be the powerful heir of a top Jing City family, wealthy beyond measure, with countless assets.
Soon, the top families would throw money at her, pushing her to divorce Chen Zhou.
Chen Zhou would meet his true predestined love, fall in love, and offer her money to leave making her a wealthy woman with a fortune, free to travel the world and never work another miserable job again.
Haha, life would be too carefree!
Chen Zhou slowly stood up, gazing at the smile on Fang Xihe’s face.
His anxious heart finally settled.
He had thought Fang Xihe was unwilling to marry him.
She had just been too surprised to react.
After all, they had only graduated six months ago; marrying now was a little rushed.
But he couldn’t wait he feared she would be taken away.
The way to lock Fang Xihe in his life was to marry her.
Fang Xihe held out her hand, happily looking at the ring.
The bouquet and diamond were beautiful.
Even a cultivated diamond would cost over 10,000 yuan.
She remembered that Chen Zhou had just graduated, started a small company with friends, and had invested all of his college savings—he was practically broke.
How did he afford a diamond ring?
She looked up at the broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted, tall, and handsome man.
“Where did you get the money?”
Chen Zhou lowered his eyes, his gaze evasive.
“None of your business.”
Fang Xihe pursed her lips and didn’t press further.
No matter who he borrowed it from, he would surely be able to pay it back. No need to worry.
Suddenly, Chen Zhou grabbed her hand.
Fang Xihe was startled and reflexively pulled away.
The dark depths of Chen Zhou’s eyes dimmed.
Fang Xihe almost bit her fingers in frustration.
She had forgotten she had transmigrated she was now his girlfriend.
Couples held hands and kissed all the time.
Her flustered reaction just now had seemed odd.
She had never had a boyfriend in her original life. Suddenly holding hands with a man was unfamiliar.
She thought for a moment.
Why not imagine Chen Zhou as Zhang Linghe?
Hmm, not a bad idea.
She was holding the hand of her male idol!
She stepped closer to Chen Zhou, reached out, and actively held his cold, long-fingered hand.
She smiled at him, trying to please him.
“I just got shocked by you, that’s why I pulled away.”
The dark color in Chen Zhou’s eyes dissipated.
So that was it he had thought she disliked being touched.
“Xihe, I don’t have a house or a car yet, I can’t give you a good life.”
“But please trust me give me time, and I will let you live a good life.”
If anyone else had said this, it would sound like an empty promise, and Fang Xihe would have rolled her eyes and walked away.
But this was Chen Zhou.
A top heir of a wealthy family.
He would one day have countless assets, houses, and limited-edition luxury cars.
Fang Xihe thought of the day when the top families would throw money at her.
Her round apricot-colored eyes sparkled as she smiled brilliantly.
“I trust you.”
Chen Zhou’s dark eyes locked onto her.
His other hand moved to her waist, pulling her into his embrace, holding her tightly.
Fang Xihe silently thought: My male idol is hugging me! My male idol is hugging me!
Heavens, help!
She had never had a boyfriend, yet now she was holding hands and being hugged by a man.
Her heart raced like crazy.
She counted in her mind: one, two, three… all the way to three hundred and sixty-five, until Chen Zhou finally let her go.
Fang Xihe, freed, immediately darted to the bathroom.
Chen Zhou assumed she urgently needed to use the toilet.
He didn’t think much of it and went to clean the dishes in the kitchen.
Fang Xihe sat on the toilet, looking around the bathroom.
It was small, without separate wet and dry areas, but very clean; the tiles gleamed, and there was no unpleasant smell.
Much cleaner than the shared apartment she had lived in when she first came to Modo in her previous life.
She stayed in the bathroom for two minutes before leaving.
She saw Chen Zhou with his back turned, washing dishes in the kitchen.
White shirt, black pants, broad back.
The novel mentioned Chen Zhou was 1.88 meters tall.
So tall!
This small apartment belonged to Chen Zhou, and he lived alone but kept it very tidy.
It was rare to find a man so clean in real life.
Fang Xihe sat on the small sofa, opening her phone to check the original social connections of the previous Fang Xihe.
Chen Zhou finished washing the dishes, dried his hands, and came to sit beside her.
Fang Xihe immediately tensed, trying not to inch closer.
Chen Zhou held her hand again, and she stiffly smiled.
The atmosphere was both intimate and awkward.
Chen Zhou whispered softly, “Xihe.”
Fang Xihe hadn’t reacted yet, realizing she was pinned on the sofa.
Chen Zhou’s gaze was burning into her, his face approaching hers.