Chapter 2: She Desecrated the Divine

Shu Qian was placed in the front passenger seat.

Song Xun lowered his gaze to look at her. Her cheeks were as rosy as peach blossoms, and every corner of her eyes and brows was full of seductive charm.

His expression was cold and indifferent. He buckled her seatbelt without once touching her.

Shu Qian’s mind was hazy and drowsy, but her mouth kept acting out a scene. “Are you married?”

Song Xun glanced at her from the corner of his eye and asked coldly, “How does a monk get married?”

Suddenly, Shu Qian laughed brightly, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Right, you’re a monk!”

The monk whose vital energy she was going to drain dry!

Song Xun stopped the car at the Tan Garden courtyard. When he turned, he saw the enchantress in the passenger seat staring at him with intoxicated, seductive peach blossom eyes.

That gaze…

Was like looking at prey destined to be caught.

He looked away, got out of the car, and circled around the driver’s side to open her door.

“Get out.”

Shu Qian opened her arms lazily with a rising tail tone, “Carry me~”

Song Xun’s face was expressionless. He stared at her for a moment, then bent down and lifted her up.

He carried Shu Qian from the courtyard into the house and placed her on the sofa.

Just as he turned away, his hand was caught by a slender, soft one.

Only then did Shu Qian realize this place was unfamiliar—it wasn’t her home—but it didn’t stop her from continuing her mission.

“Where are you taking me?” Her voice was soft and charming like a pool of spring water.

Song Xun said calmly, “To make you some hangover soup.”

“I’m not drunk.”

Shu Qian emphasized this and suddenly grabbed him.

Drunk people seemed to have more strength; the man was pulled down in an instant.

To avoid crushing her, he planted both hands on either side, leaving space between them.

Her hand brushed a cool bead—it was the bodhi bracelet on his wrist.

Sure enough, he was a little Buddha.

Even if he had hair, he was still a little monk.

She withdrew her hand and instead wrapped her arms around his slender, toned waist and tugged hard.

Perfect fit.

The man’s handsome, refined face was close to hers, like an ink painting—an otherworldly immortal untouched by dust.

Their breaths mingled. Shu Qian smiled and whispered by his ear, “Today, you’re mine.”

After speaking, she lightly sucked and bit his pale neck.

She was going to drain his vital energy!

After a while, the man underneath completely stopped moving.

Listening to the steady breath by her ear, Song Xun withdrew a few inches, his eyes deepened.

The once domineering woman was now sleeping soundly.

Did she get this into every time she acted?

…

When Shu Qian woke up, she looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings, still dazed.

The scenes from last night flooded her mind, and she felt mortified to death.

“Help…!!!”

What crazy thing had she done?

The more ashamed she felt, the clearer every detail became.

It seemed she… had desecrated the divine.

If it was someone else, fine—worst case, never see them again.

The problem was that last night was the day she and Song Xun got their marriage certificate. 🙂

The good news was that they had no feelings for each other; it was purely a sham marriage arranged by both their families.

Her parents worried she’d lose herself in the entertainment industry, his parents worried he had just left the monastery and was unstable.

A few days ago, Shu Qian and Song Xun chatted on WeChat, agreed on everything, and decided to get the certificate to fool their families.

The bad news was, her condition at the time was: no public announcement except to families and necessary friends, no interference, and divorce in one year.

She had also sworn, “Don’t worry, I have no feelings for you! After marriage and certification, you can eat vegetarian, chant sutras, beat the wooden fish all you want—I won’t have any opinions.”

But what she did last night…

Didn’t really prove she had no feelings for him.

Shu Qian covered her face, wishing she could just hide and die.

Her phone rang nearby. She glanced at the caller ID and answered groggily.

Ye Chuchu’s mischievous voice came through: “Up so early? Did you have a wonderful and unforgettable night yesterday?”

Shu Qian’s face remained expressionless. “Unforgettable is true, wonderful—not so much.”

“Ah!”

Ye Chuchu exclaimed, “Could it be you really…”

“Shut up.”

Shu Qian quickly cut off Ye Chuchu’s disrespectful words. “How could I do anything to a monk!”

She hadn’t even kissed his little mouth!

…Or had she?

“Don’t say ‘monk’ like that, he’s secularized now! And today you both got your marriage certificate! Last night was your wedding night, everything’s legit!” Ye Chuchu’s tone was a bit gloating.

Shu Qian sat up and realized she was in a bedroom.

Probably Song Xun’s place.

Thinking about the storm she’d face once she opened the door, she wished she could jump out the window.

Ye Chuchu switched the topic to Song Xun, “So you acted all wild, and he didn’t even flinch? That guy’s really pure and detached!”

“If he wasn’t, how could he become a monk?” Shu Qian retorted.

“But didn’t he secularize now? Why did he become a monk in the first place? Because he felt no attachment to the mortal world? Seems like it, Song Xun isn’t ordinary — top of his class all his life, poor family but a genius!”

“Let me think. Song Xun entered university at 17, debuted in the entertainment industry at his peak, won Best Actor for his first work. Plus he’s smart with money, running companies, everyone around him rising too! Probably because he’d reached the peak and saw no breakthroughs left, so he just became a monk.”

Shu Qian listened half-heartedly as Ye Chuchu rambled on, then went to the shower to freshen up.

She didn’t know why Song Xun became a monk and then secularized again. What concerned her was: after drinking so fiercely last night, would Song Xun think she had feelings for him and want to end the marriage?

Married one day, divorced the next.

Where would she find another reliable sham marriage partner?

Her phone died during their chat, and Shu Qian finished washing up.

She casually opened the wardrobe and found it full of brand-new women’s clothes — all her size.

Prepared for her?

Choosing a pale-colored outfit, Shu Qian put it on and opened the door.

Downstairs, she saw Song Xun sitting on the sofa.

No Buddhist beads, no wooden fish, just reading the newspaper.

Her eyes swept over his thick hair; the guilt eased a bit.

“Breakfast is ready.” Song Xun put down the paper and led her to the dining room.

He didn’t mention last night’s drama, just said, “Since this is the marital home, if there’s nothing else, let’s see what needs setting up.”

After a pause, he added, “To satisfy the elders.”

Shu Qian understood — to appease the families.

“No problem.”

They quietly finished breakfast. Shu Qian took out two copies of the contract she had brought yesterday and said to Song Xun, “Sorry I drank too much last night and got dramatic. I really don’t have other intentions. To make sure this marriage goes smoothly and to give you some security, let’s sign an agreement?”

The contract reiterated what they had agreed on before: no public announcement, no interference, divorce after one year, and post-divorce division of property.

Song Xun glanced down and signed without objection.

Shu Qian sighed in relief, her eyes briefly resting on the bodhi bracelet on his slender hand before she signed her name.

Just one second after she finished signing, a voice echoed in her mind:

[Congratulations on activating the <Use Love to Save the Sickly> system. Please complete Task 1 to activate the system.]

[Task 1: Within 30 seconds, hug the sickly’s neck and coquettishly say: Husband.]

[If the task is not completed within the final 10-second countdown, it will be forcibly executed.]

Shu Qian: “????”

Was she crazy?

What was that voice?

Most importantly, what was this “Use Love to Save the Sickly” system? Who was the sickly? It couldn’t be this pure and aloof Song Buddha in front of her.

Hallucination. It must be a hallucination.

Twenty seconds later, Shu Qian suddenly lost control, stood up, and walked straight to Song Xun opposite her.

Song Xun lifted his eyelids, his voice as calm as water: “What else…”

Before he finished, Shu Qian sat on his lap, arms around his neck, her voice soft and sweet: “Husband.”

Daytime.

Not drunk.

Fully conscious.