Wu Chunhe, descended from a prominent family with one-quarter noble blood, possessed a delicate and beautiful face, yet was a frail and sickly beauty, dependent on his family.

However, the Wu family gradually declined with the changing times, forcing Wu Chunhe into an arranged marriage with a man ten years his senior, a “nouveau riche.”

On the day Wu Chunhe moved in, the villa’s interior was luxuriously decorated with gold and silver, exuding an air of wealth and vulgarity.

His spouse, Lu Guihong, was handsome, his suit jacket carelessly unbuttoned. He spoke bluntly and, unsurprisingly, was difficult to get along with. “Our marriage is a transaction. I’m not interested in a pampered child like you.”

Wu Chunhe looked down at the agreement, his face pale as he nodded.

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Lu Guihong, having risen from humble beginnings to become a renowned tycoon in City A in just ten years, often faced whispers about his “nouveau riche” status. His marriage to the prestigious Wu family silenced those rumors.

However, his humble origins had shaped him into a cold and decisive man. His delicate and frail wife, Wu Chunhe, without the care and pampering of the Wu family, was expected to have a difficult time.

Until a large banquet…

They had envisioned a haggard and emaciated Wu Chunhe, but he appeared rosy-cheeked and healthier. The cold Lu Guihong seemed transformed, acting like a “doting father,” replacing alcohol with warm water, sugary desserts with low-sugar options, and assigning an assistant to constantly attend to the young man.

Some joked that Lu Guihong was treating his wife like a child, to which he responded with pride, increasing his attentive care.

Everyone: It’s like an old house on fire—hopeless to save…

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Wu Chunhe’s worried parents visited, bearing gifts, hoping Lu Guihong wouldn’t be too harsh on their son. They had braced themselves, but the reality was far different—

The previously barren villa courtyard was now a meticulously renovated medieval-style garden, elegant, tranquil, and profound. The beautiful young man reclined in a rocking chair in the pavilion, while the CEO, Lu Guihong, knelt beside him, gently wiping Wu Chunhe’s damp hair with a towel.

He seemed unconcerned about the inappropriateness of his actions.

Lu Guihong had a peculiar habit: he liked adorning Wu Chunhe with gold jewelry, especially in bed.

Once, angered, Wu Chunhe blurted out, “Lewd, shameless, hypocritical… pretending to be good…”

Before he could finish, he was silenced by a kiss. Lu Guihong shamelessly said, “Baby, that’s just how a ‘nouveau riche’ is. Too late to regret it now.”