Chapter 1

Jiang Tiantian was jolted awake by a sudden, overwhelming force pressing down on her.

She clearly remembered leading her team in transporting a batch of urgently needed disaster relief supplies to the frontline of the rescue effort.

There were ten large trucks in total.

Jiang Tiantian had extensive experience with long-haul freight transport. She was also familiar with this route—she had driven it multiple times back when she was involved in a mountainous education charity project.

For this trip, she was at the forefront, driving the lead truck and guiding the convoy forward at a steady pace.

As they reached a mountainous road, small rocks began rolling onto the path ahead. A pebble, about the size of a thumb, struck the windshield before bouncing off, leaving a tiny dent.

Jiang Tiantian shuddered.

She glanced up at the towering and steep mountainside ahead, then shifted her gaze to the deep valley on her right. A sense of unease settled over her, and her instincts blared a high-level warning in her mind.

Safety first—above all else!

As a law-abiding and extremely cautious veteran driver, Jiang Tiantian always kept traffic safety warnings at the forefront of her mind.

Following her gut feeling, she immediately grabbed the walkie-talkie to issue an alert.

“Attention! Attention!”

“The road conditions ahead are uncertain. All vehicles behind me, stop immediately and begin reversing at once!”

Responses quickly echoed through the walkie-talkie.

“Copy.”

“Copy.”

“……”

After confirming through her rearview mirror that the vehicles behind her had successfully backed up to a safer distance, Jiang Tiantian prepared to shift into reverse as well.

But at that moment, a sudden rumbling erupted from outside. Chaos filled the walkie-talkie as frantic voices shouted in panic.

“Ah! The mountain is collapsing!”

“Everyone, retreat!”

“Sis Tiantian, reverse quickly!”

“Sis Tiantian, be careful!”

“……”

Jiang Tiantian felt her truck tremble violently. A massive shadow loomed over her vehicle.

A landslide!

Fear surged through her body like a tidal wave. A sharp numbness spread through her limbs as everything before her darkened.

The truck began to roll.

She tumbled along with it, flipping over and over. The seatbelt kept her strapped in, but her head was thrown forward, colliding with something—pain exploded in her skull before everything turned black.

As her consciousness faded, a bitter thought crossed her mind: What horrible luck.

Thankfully, she had been prepared for the worst. She had established a charity foundation and donated her entire fortune to ensure it would continue operating, regardless of whether she lived or died.

She had no immediate family left—only distant relatives who had shown their true, greedy faces after her parents’ tragic passing.

The last traces of kinship had long been drained away through years of exploitation and insincere affection.

If she died, those leeches would probably celebrate.

But when they realized they could no longer siphon money from her, they might just die of heart attacks themselves.

If she had one regret in life, it was that she hadn’t fulfilled her late parents’ wishes—she had never found a man who truly moved her, built a home, or experienced the sweetness of marriage and family.

That way, she might have lived up to the name her parents had given her—Tiantian (Sweet Sweet).

——

Jiang Tiantian’s head felt heavy and clouded.

As her memories returned in a daze, she quickly assessed her physical condition.

No broken bones. No internal bleeding. No major external wounds.

Thank goodness. What a stroke of luck amid disaster.

Perhaps her years of charitable work had truly earned her some good karma.

But something heavy was pressing down on her, making her uncomfortable.

Slowly, she opened her eyes.

As her vision adjusted to the dim lighting, she saw a man—no, a strikingly handsome man with a flushed face, reeking of alcohol—lying on top of her.

One of his elbows supported his upper body, while his other hand was… trying to unbutton her shirt.

Jiang Tiantian’s expression darkened.

Her gaze drifted to the large hand nestled between two soft mounds.

His fingernails were clean and well-trimmed, his fingers long and slender, with well-defined knuckles.

His muscular forearm was taut and full of strength.

Even with her picky taste, she had to admit—this was a hand as perfect as Michelangelo’s David.

But right now…

It was a perverted hand.

Judging by the posture, her experience in emergency response training told her this was definitely not CPR.

So…

Had she been saved, only to be assaulted?

Heavens! Earth!

What kind of ridiculous and dramatic situation was this?!

Jiang Tiantian furrowed her brows and stared at the man’s flushed, intoxicated eyes. Ignoring how his features were so absurdly attractive that they shook her worldview, she mustered a serious tone and asked:

“Hey, handsome, don’t you think you’re being a little too much? Getting all frisky at a rescue scene—is that really appropriate?”

Yes, you’re ridiculously good-looking.

Your face is rare, even among the most elite of celebrities.

Even I, a seasoned connoisseur of entertainment industry heartthrobs, feel my heart race looking at you.

But I’m weak and exhausted right now. Could you at least rescue me first before trying anything?!

Wait…

Why does my voice sound so soft and delicate?

Where was the strong, cool-headed persona she had spent years cultivating?

Jiang Tiantian’s eyes widened. She quickly glanced around. The lighting was dim, but this environment…

This wasn’t her truck.

A stone house. A wooden bed. Wooden table, chairs, cabinets…

The room was large yet sparse, exuding a rustic atmosphere. A cool breeze carried the scent of flowers and grass through the window.

This looked like a countryside home.

Had she already been rescued? Was this a villager’s house?

Where were her subordinates?

How could they just leave her here alone?!

Jiang Tiantian suddenly felt utterly betrayed.

——

On Their Wedding Night.

Cha Jiuzhang dismissed the rowdy wedding guests who had been eager to crash their bridal chamber. With a beaming smile, he entered the room—only to find his bride already fast asleep on the bed.

Gazing at the girl before him, he felt an odd sense of wonder.

So, this was the woman he would spend his life with.

His earliest memories of her were from childhood—when she was just a tiny thing with short little legs, running after him and calling him “Brother.”

Over the years, he had often imagined how she might look when she grew up. But now that she was here, real and tangible, it still felt surreal.

She had become beautiful—but also looked so small and delicate.

—-

At 24, Cha Jiuzhang had never been this close to a woman before. He was already nervous.

He hesitated for a long time, unsure of what to do. As the night deepened, he finally mustered the courage to reach out cautiously.

But then his bride woke up.

She looked at him with dazed, shimmering eyes, speaking in a soft, coy tone that sent a shiver up his spine.

Now he was even more nervous.

“You’re awake?” he asked stiffly.

What else should he say?

Should he just go for it?

But pouncing on her the moment she woke up seemed… ungentlemanly.

As he shifted to sit beside her and start a conversation, his hand accidentally landed on something soft and bouncy.

He instinctively gave it a squeeze.

Realization struck.

His face instantly turned crimson.