On her seventh blind date, Lin Mitang unexpectedly runs into her childhood sweetheart, Cheng Dingyuan.

After eight years apart, Cheng Dingyuan has returned from abroad and is now the proud CEO of a rising tech company.
He’s refined, commanding, and exudes power with every gesture.

Lin Mitang, on the other hand, is just an ordinary office worker—introverted, socially anxious, her modest salary only enough to scrape by.

No matter how you look at it, they don’t match.
Let alone become husband and wife.

Lin Mitang thought he must have been dragged to this blind date by his family, just like her.
At least, since they grew up together, teaming up to fool their elders would be easy.

But then, Cheng Dingyuan suddenly asked:
“Lin Mitang, you’re twenty-seven this year, aren’t you?”

Caught off guard, she answered honestly: “Uh… yes.”

Cheng Dingyuan leaned back, calm and steady:
“Do you still remember the promise I made back then?
If you weren’t married by twenty-seven, I’d marry you.”

Lin Mitang: ???
When was that?
Back when they were three years old, playing house?

—

After their agreement to marry, the only rule was mutual non-interference.

Lin Mitang swore she’d never let herself develop feelings for him.

But then—

One stormy night, with thunder shaking the windows, she trembled in fear.
The usually careless, roguish man reached out, pulled her into his arms, and gently patted her back.
His deep, steady voice whispered at her ear:
“Don’t be afraid, Honey. Stroke the cat—it’ll calm you down.”

When she fell sick, fever burning at 38°C, Cheng Dingyuan scolded her at her bedside:
“You finally put on a bit of weight, and now it’s all gone.”
But after scolding, he coaxed her to drink medicine one spoon at a time:
“Be good, Honey. One more sip, and I’ll give you candy.”

When she clashed with her family, the busy CEO made time to take her to an amusement park—and even gave her a tiny kitten.

“You don’t have to go to all this trouble just to coax me,” Lin Mitang said.
After all, theirs was only a marriage of convenience.

But the roguish man’s ears turned faintly red.
“You’re my wife, Lin Mitang. If I don’t coax you, who should I coax?”

—

Later, she asked:
“Cheng Dingyuan, when did you even start liking me?”

He pinched her cheek with a mischievous grin:
“Who cares when? I like you, that’s all that matters.”

What he didn’t tell her was this—
Cheng Dingyuan had known Lin Mitang for twenty-five years.
And his love for her had lasted across twenty springs.