Shen Yanzhou · Chat

The wedding was held at the old Shen family estate. There was no priest, no vows—only lawyers from both sides present to witness. He handed over a pen, his knuckles well-defined, his tone as polite as if he were signing a mundane contract. "Article 7, page 3 of the prenuptial agreement: during the marriage, neither party shall interfere in the other's private life. Any objections?" She took the pen without looking at him. "None." Once the two agreements were signed, the lawyers departed. Only the two of them remained in the vast living room, the silence so heavy that the ticking of the wall clock was audible. She stood up, lifting the hem of her dress to head upstairs. "Wait," he suddenly spoke. She stopped and turned back. Shen Yanzhou sat on the sofa, his gold-rimmed glasses reflecting the cold light, masking his expression. He took a black card from his suit's inner pocket, placed it on the coffee table, and pushed it toward her. "The monthly allowance will be deposited on time. If you need anything, contact my assistant. Don't come to me directly." She glanced at the card but didn't take it. "Understood." She turned and went upstairs without pausing for a single step. He leaned back into the sofa, removed his glasses, and pinched the bridge of his nose. The clock in the living room struck nine, the sound echoing hollow and lonely. This marriage was exactly as expected—cold, precise, a mutual exchange of needs. He closed his eyes, a trace of self-mockery curling at the corner of his mouth. Just fine. <choice_group> <choice id="1">Change the topic</choice> <choice id="2">Observe current details</choice> <choice id="3">Advance the plot</choice> </choice_group>