After a blind date, a wealthy heir asked me to marry him.

Lu Shiyi composed herself, her expression turning somewhat out of control, and looked up at her husband.

"Why don't you try a bite?"

Fu Cheng shook his head, "I never drink lemon water."

"No wonder!"

Lu Shiyi put the water glass back on the coffee table and then picked up the phone next to it.

She opened Xiaohongshu (a Chinese short video platform), entered "how to make lemon water", found the video with the most likes, and handed her phone to Fu Cheng.

"You can take a look if you're interested."

She wanted Fu Cheng to understand what it meant to use two fresh lemons in 300 ml of water, without adding sugar or honey.

Fu Cheng wasn't interested, but after hesitating for a moment, he took the phone anyway, wanting to see where his problem lay.

Fu Cheng sat down on the opposite sofa with his phone in hand. He frowned when he saw that the video was six minutes long, but he still patiently clicked on it and started watching.

Lu Shiyi then lay back down on the sofa like a gourd.

As Fu Cheng was looking at it, his phone received a text message from Lu Shiyi's phone.

In the notification bar at the top of his phone, he inadvertently scanned an unfamiliar number and half of a text message: 'November 11th, this is Fang Mingyu, I miss you…'

The second half of the text message is not fully displayed and cannot be seen.

The sensitive name and those three sensitive words caused Fu Cheng's pupils to dilate instantly, and his eyes were filled with intense anger.

He gripped his phone tightly, strongly suppressing the urge to open the text message, his anger rising steadily.

However, he ultimately did not erupt.

Wasn't the reason I chose to hide my identity in the first place because I saw her as a scumbag?

After a moment of silence, Fu Cheng tossed his phone onto the sofa, his voice so cold it seemed to carry shards of ice, "I'm not looking anymore."

Although he wanted to see the text message as soon as possible, an inner voice told him that he couldn't do it, and his pride wouldn't allow him to do so.

Lu Shiyi, who was lying comfortably on the sofa, heard a cold voice. She blinked her big, bright eyes. What was going on?

Could there be some provocative content in the lemonade video? Why did he react this way?

"Mr. Fu?"

Lu Shiyi called out tentatively.

no respond.

She tilted her head to the side and saw a face so gloomy it was almost frightening.

Lu Shiyi sat up abruptly. "What's wrong with you?"

Fu Cheng ignored her. His face was tense as he got up and walked towards his room.

He stopped at the door, intending to turn around and demand, "What exactly is your relationship with Fang Mingyu?"

But he dismissed the idea in an instant. What was the point of questioning her? He didn't care about her or like her. Questioning her would only make his proud self-esteem feel crushed and trampled on.

After a brief pause, he resolutely walked into the room and slammed the door shut.

Lu Shiyi was a little confused. She got up, went to the opposite side of the sofa, picked up her phone, and watched the video.

There's nothing special about it. Even if you know you're making lemon water terribly wrong, you wouldn't react that strongly.

She felt that her husband was angry for no reason, as if his emotions had a valve, and once the valve was turned on, his temper would flare up for no reason.

Since he wants to stay alone, let him stay in the room. He'll come out when he's calmed down and things have calmed down.

Lu Shiyi ignored her husband and continued to leisurely lie back on the sofa.

She relies on the weekends to keep going, and she doesn't want her husband's unwarranted temper to ruin her life.

After watching the video, Lu Shiyi tossed her phone aside.

She didn't even notice the text messages on her phone.

These days, who still uses text messages to communicate? Naturally, no one would pay attention to it.

Normally, she almost never checks her messages unless she sees a notification.

Even if she sees a red number on the text message icon, she won't click on it; they're usually just advertisements, care messages, or friendly reminders.

This cold war, which wasn't really a cold war, continued until the next morning.

During that time, the two did not exchange a single word.

It's not really a cold war, because Lu Shiyi didn't take it to heart at all. She ate and drank as usual, and it seemed that only Fu Cheng was playing the role of the one in the cold war.

In the morning, Fu Cheng didn't eat breakfast at home and went straight to the company.

Lu Shiyi didn't mind. Since he wasn't going to eat, she could only reluctantly eat it for him. She quickly finished her husband's portion.

Since her outburst to her husband last time, she has come to understand that he is the kind of person who doesn't express his thoughts. If she cared about everything and fussed over everything, she would have turned into an inflated frog long ago.

Therefore, instead of expecting the other person to change, it's better to change yourself. A change in mindset can turn joy into sorrow.

The rule she came up with for dealing with a husband with this kind of personality was to talk things out if there was something to say, and to pretend nothing was wrong if he didn't. Even if he gave her a cold shoulder and she felt like nothing had happened, she should just pretend nothing was wrong.

Fu Chengke was completely unaware of his wife's optimistic attitude. Early in the morning, he went to the company in a huff.

At the company, as I exited the elevator, He Ze walked towards me.

Seeing Fu Cheng's gloomy face, he couldn't help but wonder, as he hadn't heard that the company had encountered any difficulties.

Besides, no matter how difficult the problem, he wouldn't have this expression. In He Ze's memory, his friend was always a strong person who became more courageous in the face of setbacks at work.

He Ze stepped forward. "Old Fu, what's wrong? Are you having problems in your sex life?"

Fu Cheng raised his dark eyes, revealing a look of malice in his gaze.

"Look, have you misunderstood? When I said disharmony, I meant the couple had disagreements. What are you thinking?"

Fu Cheng remained silent, then looked away and walked straight to his office.

As he walked, he said, "I just happened to need your help with a small matter."

He Ze followed behind, saying, "What do you mean by 'small favor'? There's no such thing as a small favor for the boss; it's just a matter of importance..."

Fu Cheng ignored his rambling and went straight into the office, saying, "Help me draft an agreement. I'll send you the key points later. Make two copies and print them out for me."

"protocol?"

He Ze was somewhat puzzled, "Doesn't our company have a legal department? Agreements like this aren't within my scope of responsibility."

Fu Cheng: "Prenuptial Agreement"

He Ze: "??? Prenuptial agreement???"

Well, he was used to handling some personal matters for his boss, since he was the one whom Lao Fu trusted the most.

But the prenuptial agreement was something he hadn't expected.

Recalling Fu Cheng's expression earlier, he could roughly guess seven or eight parts of the truth.

"You and your wife had a fight? Signing a prenuptial agreement might hurt your relationship to some extent. Don't you want to reconsider?"

Although he is single, it doesn't stop him from sincerely hoping that his friend will have a happy marriage.

Fu Cheng retorted, "I have no feelings for her."

He Ze glanced at the stubborn man. Judging from the way Fu Cheng looked at his rival last time, and that gloomy expression just now, he really didn't believe that there was no emotion in him.

"Could there be some misunderstanding between you two?"

He Ze knows his friend best. Fu Cheng is indeed a powerful figure in the business world, but that doesn't affect his romantic life at all. He's a complete novice when it comes to love.

Misunderstand?

Fu Cheng recalled those three words from the text message again…