West City Prison.

A woman wearing a grey trench coat stood at the entrance.

Her shoulder-length hair neatly tied at the back, a serene face adorned with a faint smile.

The morning sunshine was especially warm. She glanced at the time; it was perfect.

The prison gate opened, a guard pushed out a man, cold and proud, sitting on a wheelchair.

The man's handsome features were prominent, his nose high, body tall and slender, even more handsome than his pictures.

A smile tugged at her lips as she walked straight up to him.

"Mr. Yan, hello, allow me to introduce myself. I am Zi Chuchu."

Upon saying that, she extended a red household register book in her hand towards him.

"I've also been waiting to fulfill our agreement."

Faced with the woman's initiative, the man didn't speak, his sinister gaze studying her from behind his dark glasses.

Even with dark glasses between them, Zi Chuchu could still feel the chill in his eyes, causing her heart to shiver.

Her hand that was holding the household register book froze in mid-air.

"I'm sorry, I was abrupt. I never thought our first matchmaking meeting would actually take place here," Zi Chuchu quickly explained.

She was too impatient, she just thought that certain things have to be done sooner or later, so the sooner the better.

The man glanced at her indifferently then suddenly pressed a button on his wheelchair, rolling past her and disappearing at the intersection.

Looking at his cold back, Zi Chuchu was at a loss for a moment.

What's going on? Had she been rejected?

At this moment, a black Maybach suddenly stopped in front of her.

The car window slowly rolled down and the man inside took off his sunglasses.

His dark gray eyes were bottomless, his cold gaze directed at her, carrying a sort of deadly danger, "Get in."

His low and deep voice lacked warmth, and Zi Chuchu instinctively shrank her neck.

Seeing this, the man frowned slightly in impatience.

Zi Chuchu came back to her senses and hurriedly opened the car door and got in.

The atmosphere inside the car was extremely low.

Zi Chuchu sneaked glances at the man who would become her husband— the young master of the Yan family, Yan Jingchen.

He had a violent temperament and was unpredictable.

People said he was a lone star of calamity, at seven years old he caused the death of his parents, at nine he led to the death of his nanny, and after that, he caused the death of two wives.

Three years ago, Yan Jingchen was found unconscious at the scene of his second wife's death.

Following the investigation, only Yan Jingchen's traces were found at the scene, causing him to naturally become the prime suspect and detained.

The police investigated for a whole year, but they couldn’t find any indicative evidence.

In the end, he was sentenced to three years imprisonment for excessive self-defense…

“Had enough of a peek?” A cold voice suddenly sounded.

Zi Chuchu quickly averted her gaze, her heart pounding uncontrollably.

She was caught peeking. How mortifying!

The man slowly opened his eyes, his brows slightly furrowed, his gaze brimming with a chilling intent.

The air in the car seemed to freeze instantly, leaving Zi Chuchu feeling suffocated.

Oh my god, his aura was too intimidating.

She involuntarily tightened her grip on her hands rested on her lap, then gave a few embarrassed coughs and whispered, “I wrote a lot of letters to you before, did you…”

Before she finished speaking, the car suddenly came to a halt.

Through the car window, Zi Chuchu saw the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

“Made your decision yet? Not afraid of death?”

He raised his eyes, dark grey like a beast in the night, devoid of any warmth.

Zi Chuchu was taken aback for a moment, her mind instantly filled with the rumors she had heard – a murderer, harbinger of doom…

But her intuition told her, he wasn't.

Thinking of this, she smiled, looking at him, “As long as you're willing, I can become your wife at any time. You have aided our family, now it's my turn to protect you."

After saying this, she squatted down, looking up with a determined gaze, "From this moment on, for better or worse.”

Protect him? How can she protect him?

With her harmless face?

Yan Jingchen was slightly amused.

This woman truly believes that a few words could move him, such naive tactics.

When Zi Chuchu's hand touched his legs, she realized that his legs had not atrophied.

This proved that the muscles in his legs were still functional and perhaps there is a possibility of restoration in the future!

Thinking about it, she couldn't help but become a little more elated.

Looking at her open gaze, Yan Jingchen's eyes darkened, and his hands slowly clenched.

Women are truly all the same, revealing such a disappointed expression when they see his legs.

It seems he really did overestimate her...

"Young Master, we're ready."

With the assistant's arrangement, the two quickly finished the procedures.

Afterward, she was led to a residence in the suburb, belonging to Yan Jingchen.

The architecture, influenced by Western design, looked grand yet carried a somewhat eerie feel to it, which surprisingly matched the aura of the man standing before her.

"From now on, you'll be living here. The butler will arrange for your accommodation," Yan Jingchen instructed his butler to take care of her prompts and then went directly to his study.

Zi Chuchu was led upstairs by the butler.

"Madam, this is your room. The young master prefers tranquility. Unless necessary, please refrain from wandering around unnecessarily," guided the butler.

"Thank you," Zi Chuchu politely nodded towards the butler, her eyes taking in the décor of the room.

The gothic theme of the room decor was unsettlingly gloomy, reflecting his apparent preference for the color black.

Zi Chuchu took out a small red notebook from her bag. She couldn't believe she was already married.

Although she had rehearsed it countless times before, the new identity still felt alienating.

Taking a deep breath, Zi Chuchu carefully placed the red notebook into the drawer before starting to unpack.

Suddenly, when she felt a hard object at the top inside the suitcase, she was taken aback?

What could it be?

After holding it up and examining it for a while, Zi Chuchu was taken by surprise and nearly jumped…

"Surprised? Unexpected? This is the wedding gift for you. You should take the initiative when consummating your marriage, considering your brother-in-law's inconvenient physical condition."

On seeing the note left by Zimu, Zichu's cheeks turned red, her face full of shyness.

She quickly threw the note and ribbon into the trash can.

That damned guy, she'll settle accounts with him later...

Zichu slapped her little face hard, took a deep breath, and went to the bathroom with her clothes.

After bathing and changing her clothes, Zichu took a pack of traditional Chinese medicine out of the box and soaked it in the bathtub.

This was something she had prepared beforehand.

This traditional Chinese medicine can not only promote blood circulation, but also strengthen the body, which is very helpful for people with leg injuries.

By the time she finished tidying up, it was very late, and she fell asleep in a daze on the bed.

In the study, Yan Jingchen sat in front of the French window, emanating a cold aura.

"Young Master, the information about the mistress has been found." The assistant handed over the document in his hand.

Yan Jingchen scanned it briefly, his slender fingers tapping on the wheelchair rhythmically.

His expressionless face didn't reveal any emotions.

"According to the current information, there doesn't seem to be any problems," the assistant said seriously.

No problem at all, it's just too clean.

"It's not that there's no problem, it just demonstrates the intense dedication of the person behind the setup."

"Have someone keep an eye on her, observe who she gets in contact with."

Yan Jingchen throws the documents into the shredder, his eyes gradually narrowing.

It seems that as soon as he stepped out, someone was already itching to present him with this generous gift.

However, this gift seems to become more and more intriguing.